Elliot Salvatore

She was in my blood. I couldn't help it. Her rage had been the most beautiful thing I witnessed. The kind of frustration that ran so deep I felt it inside the blue of her vein. I traced the line on her wrist, savoring the sight of her. I didn't know if I wanted to fuck her or chuck her out the floor to ceiling glass. Probably both.

In a sense, I was the one who gave her the power to absolutely fuck my sanity. I did it myself.

"I'm tough." Jane glared ahead, muttering under her breath as we reached the outside of her office. She abruptly let go of my hand and stalked inside.

I watched her go, staying back to lock the door. "I know you are, Jane." I told her softly.

"I can handle myself. I'm trying my best to work with them and do my job. I would do anything for this place. I did everything for this place." She said through gritted teeth, gripping the edge of her desk. "I'm trying. Why can't they see that?"

"No one think I'm good enough. Never good enough. I'm so sick of it."

My jaw clenched. There was nothing I wouldn't do to put the world at her feet at the moment. I wanted to go back in that shit show of a meeting and start a bloody massacre. Not a single person in that room had respect for her. I thought it might be because of their bruised egos to work under a capable woman. They wanted a pretty puppet to control and got a forced to be reckoned with. So, they fucked with her head and questioned her every moves.

I could practically hear their voices in her head as I studied her. She didn't tremble or even flinch. She let them played with her. Because my girlfriend would simply rather die than show her weakness.

The woman was going to be the death of me. Figuratively and quite literally.

"Do you know what happened to the last person who told me I would never be good enough?" Her hoarse chuckles startled me. I frowned, admiring her sudden cold demeanor.

The thoughts running through her head was horribly discreet. I wanted to take a bite out of her and find out what the fuck was going on.

She turned toward me with a blank looks, whispering. "I killed her."

I cocked an eyebrow and shoved my hands in my pockets. Fascination crawled up my bones, sinking its claw in my marrow and turning the gears inside my head. I leaned against the door and stared at her. "Yeah?"

"Maybe I'll kill them next."

The urge to reach under my suit jacket and hand her the gun to shoot whatever her heart desired was so fucking strong. My fingers flexed as I heaved out a sigh. "If you want to have your meltdown, do it now, sunshine."

I glanced at the clock on the wall beside me and checked the time. "You have five minutes."

Her glare sharpened at my direction. She looked about ready to wield a sword and take a swing at me. I fought not to grin at the sight. "Don't tell me what to do." She scowled.

Then the very expensive looking vase on her desk went flying across the room. Delicate painted ceramics clashed against the door right beside my fucking head with a loud crash, shattering into pieces before falling to the floor. A heart wrenching scream followed the sound and I felt it in my chest, constricting between my ribcages.

She grabbed the next nearest thing and cursed anything that ever wronged her. The stack of thick folders crumbled along the built up anger as she aggressively picked them up and threw the things at me, one at a time. Paperwork slipped out everywhere and sliced through the air, shuffling all over. I watched her wreck her office upside down. I didn't make an attempt to move and protect myself.

I was the one who embraced and enabled the crazy. And, fuck if I wasn't severely turned on by the pure evil in front of me.

"Don't break my fucking face. Aim it somewhere else." I shouted between the chaos.

"Shut up." She shouted back, throwing a picture frame at me. The thing literally missed me by an inch. Jesus fucking Christ.

"Come over here and make me, baby."

She narrowed her eyes and it was over. Her arms flailed around my neck as she slammed into me. Cold lips caught mine in a hard kiss. I barely had time to groan. She kissed me, diving in with pure primal force.

There was nothing gentle about it. The taste of her lipstick and the feeling of her tongue on mine. Everything inside me snapped. My blood pounded in my vein. I felt the dark curl of desire twisted in me, threatening the last string of my sanity.

The door rattled behind me. I shoved my fingers in her hair, tugging her head back to gain more access. She clawed at my neck with a low sneer. Stinging pain shuddered down my spine at the feeling of her nails digging into my skin. I shoved my tongue down her throat. A small groan escaped the back of her throat, pleading or protesting noise that set every inches of me on fire. I grinned against her lips and kissed her just a little harder.

She tore her mouth away just for a second, glaring at me. "This means nothing."

"I know." I hummed, bringing her lips back to me. I kissed her desperately. My hands traced down the curves of her body, gripping her hips and spraying my fingers across her ass.

"I still don't like you." She muttered hastily between kisses.

I made a noise and pulled her closer. "Stop talking. I'm not going anywhere."

"You're always going to be here, aren't you?" She asked, gently biting my lower lip. Her body curved into mine with slight defeat.

The kiss slowed. I brushed my lips against the corner of her mouth and hugged her to my chest. "I'm not going anywhere, Jane."

"Until our contract expired." She mumbled, gripping the shirt under my suit jacket. I fucking prayed to every Gods she wouldn't feel the gun I had hidden there.

"Yeah." I answered absentmindedly.

"Feel better, baby?" I kissed on top of her head. She nodded her head after a moment.

"Perfect. Just in time for afternoon tea with my grandfather." I said, savoring the feeling of her in my arms.

I felt it when her whole body turned rigid. The softened version of her disappeared back to where it came from as soon as the words left my mouth. I cursed inside my head. Fuck me.

She pushed back and looked up at me with a narrowed glare. I couldn't stop myself from kissing her forehead even if I wanted to. For a tall woman who loved wearing heels she barely reached my chin. My girlfriend was so precious despite all the evilness.

"Tell me you're joking." She growled, tugging at her disheveled hair courtesy to me. "I'll cut you, Elliot Salvatore."

Mouth fucking and cutting body parts. A woman after my heart.

I looked at her with amusement and gently ran my fingers through her tangled hair. "They're going to love you."

"I'm in no state of meeting grandparents right now, dickfucker." She said in disbelief. "This is a bad day."

"I just destroyed my fucking office." Her hands gestured around the wrecked room.

"I have an ugly gauze on my head." She gasped in horror, pointing at her wound.

"We're ready. Come on." I said, tugging her hand. "You look pretty. You're perfect."

Her glare should've deflated the hard on that was digging into her stomach like a balloon. But, I couldn't be more fucking turned on right now. I was fucked in the head alright.

"You'll have to drag my cold dead body out of here because I'm never leaving this room."

"We're leaving right now. We're late." I told her. "I hate to ruin your reputation at your workplace. But, I'm not above throwing you over my shoulder like a fucking caveman."

"The tabloids shall talk about it all week." I warned.

"I fucking dare you." She scowled.

I shrugged and bent down. My arm wrapped around the back of her thighs, fingers digging into her flesh. A squeal fell off her lips the moment I lifted her up and threw her over my shoulder. I gave her ass a smack and started walking toward the door, twisting the knob.

"Did I mention I like your ass in my face?" I asked with a grin. "You have phenomenal ass, baby." I complimented her with my hand on a cheek.

"Put me down, dickfucker. I will kill you in your fucking sleep." She threatened, punching my back with both her fists.

I had her seething in the passenger seat of my Mercedes Benz five minutes later. A grin forever stretched across my face whenever she was in presence. I started the car and then we were flying down the city street.

I brushed my fingers over the inside of her wrist, glancing from the empty road to her face. She pressed her cheek against the half opened window. "I'm breaking up with you." She muttered under her breath.

Chilly wind flew through the gap, bringing inside the smell of earthy nature. Her eyes closed as she inhaled a deep breath. I carefully grabbed her hand and intertwined our fingers. I waited a moment for her to jerk out of my grasp. She never did.

My father said I was going to burn one day if I never lost the thrill of playing with fire. The adrenaline that rushed in me was a high I would never stop chasing. I burned and dumped fuel into an erupting volcano.

The thought stuck with me as I brought our joint hands to my mouth and kissed each of her knuckles, savoring the feeling of her cold skin and tasting the sweet poison.

"You taste bitter." I declared, poking my tongue out to lick the back of her palm.

She dug her very sharp nails into the inside of my palm, hard. "I hope you choke to death with my bitterness." Her face flushed with disgust.

"You're so cute." I chuckled, kissing her hand again.

"I hate you." She announced. I grinned.

My grandparents stayed at the old Salvatore estate a few minutes away from my parents. The house stood in the middle of nowhere like every other properties we ever owned for privacy purposes, of course.

We drove into the depth of the evergreen forest where the air was a little chillier and the light just barely past through the gaps. I made sure to arrange the security out of sight just so they wouldn't accidentally flashed their flashy weapons at my girlfriend which would lead to a very awkward conversation filled with even more uncomfortable questions.

Jane looked enthralled with the nature surrounding us. Although I had a very high suspicion that she was thinking about a good hiding spot to hide my body.

Her eyes tracked the rows of wild flowers as we pulled into the house. The huge water fountain stuck out like a sore thumb in the middle of the driveway. I almost groaned out loud when I caught the sight of my grandparents waiting for us at the front door with eager smiles on their faces.

"Oh fuck." Jane cursed. "I should've changed. Your grandmother looks very stylish."

I huffed and got out the car. "You look great."

"Ready?" I asked as I opened her door and helped her out. She cursed again before pulling a half smile.

Gianna Salvatore never looked her age. My grandmother was all elegance and grace. Her silver hair was sleeked back into a low bun. Diamonds draped around her neck and dawned on her ears. She smiled brightly at us. And, when she pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek like I was still her three years old grandson, perfume and chocolate chip cookies warmed my chest.

"Grandma." I greeted, kissing her cheek.

She responded with the same response she always gave me and my siblings. "You've grown a foot taller since the last time I saw you."

"And, you still the most beautiful grandmother ever." I told her, earning a smile from her and a scoff from her husband.

"Oh my. You're even prettier outside." She turned to my girlfriend who looked bewildered. Grandma didn't miss a beat at the bandage on her forehead as she pulled her into a tight hug.

"I've heard a lot about you, Miss Carmen." Steven Salvatore smiled at her after giving me a looks. "My grandson never shut up about you."

Jane raised an eyebrow at me. "I hope you heard nothing bad."

"Of course. The boy's whipped." He chuckled, looking between us.

"Let's go inside. The tea is getting cold." My grandmother announced. "I have lots of baby pictures to show you."

For fuck's sake. Fuck me.

I groaned internally as she linked her arm with Jane and pulled her through the door. My girlfriend looked back at me, slighting terrified. But, I didn't miss the intrigue glints in her eyes. "Ugly baby pictures?" She mouthed. I glared.

A hand dropped on my shoulder just as I tried to follow the two ladies. I turned back and found my grandfather looking at me weirdly. Amusement flashed on his whole face. The old man was onto me. I had hoped I would at least last until after dessert. Guessed not.

"What did you do?" He asked.

My instinct was to say nothing except I knew better. So, I sighed and told him my scheme.

"I was never going to take your inheritance away." He tested the statement thoughtfully.

"I know." I replied back.

His grey eyes that looked so much like mine burned into my skull. "You painted me as the villain in your story."

"It was for the greater good." I protested. "I'll tell her the truth after she signed our marriage certificate." I added quickly.

"Well, I'll be damned. This is why you're my favorite grandson."

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