Page 13 of Vicious Titan

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Elliot

Those few moments with her weren’t anywhere close to enough, but it was all I could do to keep from falling to my knees in front of her, making a fool of myself, again. It’s bad enough I was crying like a pansy ass, and the reason makes it even worse as rage rises in my core.

The best, most welcomed sight when I arrived at this godforsaken house was his empty parking spot. If he decides to return tonight, I’ll get the hell out of here, but I doubt he’ll show his face after the wretched display in my grandpa’s office. I’ve accused him of hiding Mom away like a dirty little secret when he had a filthy, fucking ginormous secret hidden away for years. Years. All these years when he was “traveling” he was actually with her. Now, he’ll be with them. His fuckpiece and the unlucky child they created. Out of everyone in this situation, I pity the kid most. With Richard as a father, he’ll learn quick about the harsh reality of the atrocious world he was born into.

My phone chimes with a message, yanking me out of my thoughts. Thankfully.

Asher: Heading over soon?

Me: Change of plans. Dickhead left. Staying home tonight.

Because I can’t be there with her, but not with her. Fuck.

Throwing the door open, I mindlessly make my way through the house. I walk into my bedroom and head straight to the bathroom. Flipping the light on, I stand in front of the mirror and look at what a mess I am … and not only on the outside. My bloodshot eyes could be a result of my lack of sleep, or it could be from me bawling like a weak wuss.

Snatching my toothbrush, I put a heaping amount of toothpaste on it to scrub the foul taste out of my mouth. Yet another reminder of my weakness today, tossing my cookies in the parking lot of Lawrence Bass Industries of all places. Only, I don’t give a rat’s ass if anyone saw my pitiful scene since the cause of it, and how I let him twist me from the inside out, is nothing if not sickening. Yeah, I’d said the words to my mother, but I can’t help but blame him for everything. From the moment I found her, until now.

Stepping into the shower, I strip my clothes off, dropping them on the bathroom’s stone floor before reaching to turn the faucet on. Cold water pelts my skin as I lean forward, palms pressed against the solid marble wall. As much as I want to push everything away, I have to figure out how to get past it without it all crashing down on me. The realization that my dad effectively abandoned and replaced his family and my mom took the emotional brunt of it while I spewed unfounded accusations, making her more miserable, weighs heavy on my conscience. Even if we’re better off without the bastard, his betrayal still hurts like hell.

I lose track of time, so lost in my head that I think I hear Victoria say my name. Opening my eyes, I turn to look over my shoulder. There’s no way she’s really here. For a moment, I wonder if I’m asleep and she’s a dream until she steps into the shower fully clothed, her warm palms ramming against my chest as she pushes me out from under the icy stream.

“What the hell are you doing? You’re going to freeze to death, you stupid ass.”

A chuckle leaves my lips as my arms snake around her. She’s really here and she hasn’t changed one bit, calling me on my shit like usual. She’s mine. Always and only, mine.

“Seriously, you’re so cold.” She shifts back, turning the faucet handle, and watches the flow until steam rises from the water before looking back to me.

Brushing my lips against hers, my body aches to drown in her warmth. “Warm me up then.”

Her hands press against my chest as her magnificently gorgeous yet furious eyes study me. “You said you were good. This …” She motions up and down my body and around the shower before continuing. “This is not good.”

“I lied.”

“No shit.” She grips my biceps, pulling me under the heated stream.

The water sends a tingling sensation spreading across my skin. It’s soon replaced by a soothing warmth, but not the one I desire. I want her against me.

Reaching forward, I gently grasp her wrist as she goes to step out of the shower. Slowly, I pull her to me, the wet clothes getting further saturated as she stands unmoving under the stream, her body molded perfectly with mine. Right where it should be. “Stay with me.”

My lips brush across hers as my hand grips the wet cotton material covering her ass before moving up, slipping under her shirt, stroking the smooth skin of her lower back.

Reaching down, she grips the hem of her shirt, and my heart leaps as she pulls it over her head, dropping it on the floor. “One condition.”

“Anything.” Any fucking thing she wants, she can have.

“Next time, don’t say you’re good if you’re not. Talk to me … or talk to Asher.”

“Deal.” My mouth catches hers before the word completely leaves my lips. I’d make a deal with the devil to feel her, touch her, be inside her again.

Hooking my fingers on the waistband of her yoga pants, I peel them down, along with her underwear. Once off, the sopping material drops to the floor and my hand eagerly moves between her thighs, stroking her sex while my other hand reaches around, unclasping her bra. Flicking my tongue over her nipple, my fingers slip inside her. She arches against me, her fingers entwine in my hair, pulling my mouth to hers.

My intention was to take it slow, spend as much time as possible savoring every inch of her body. The plan began on shaky ground but is utterly demolished when she says, “I want you inside me. Now.”

Walking her backward, my hand grips her thigh, hooking it over my hip when I press her back against the stone wall. Her fingers cling to my shoulders, holding on tight as I thrust forward, burying my dick inside her. Fuck, how does she feel so good? Like heaven. Heaven in this hellhole of my mind. But more than anything, she feels like home. My home. And she’s the only feeling I want to dwell in. Not just the physical part, all she has to offer. The good, the bad, and everything in between.

Slowing a little, I kiss her, my tongue tasting her as I attempt to prolong the incredibly intense feeling for as long as possible. Every time I’m inside her, I fear it’ll be the last. And that isn’t a notion I can accept. She’s mine, only mine.

Moving my hand between us, my thumb rubs her clit as my mouth grazes her ear. “Come with me.”

My teeth clench as she moans, my thumb working her as she makes the little whimpering sounds that signal she’s reaching her peak of pleasure. That’s all I need to reach mine, releasing inside her. Holding still, my chest against hers, I stroke my hand up her thigh, gently kissing her before slowly pulling out.

She lets out a satisfied sigh and moves to grab a bottle of body wash. Squirting a heaping amount in her hand, she returns to stand in front of me. Smearing the soap over my chest, she gives me a devilish smile as her hand moves down, stroking the slippery liquid on my dick. Hooking my fingers around the back of her neck, I pull her lips to mine, passionately kissing her smart-ass mouth, utterly savoring her. She smooths her palms up my chest, over my shoulders, and clings to me.

Still here. Still with me. But for how long?