All Chapters of The Price Of Us: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ELIASI knew, with the totality of hunger that had been gnawing at my insides for weeks, that I wanted him. Even before the bedroom door had shut, I’d pushed him up against it so hard the hinges rattled. I could taste blood on his bottom lip where my teeth had grazed him, and the coppery tang made me want to bite harder, to mark him, and make him aware of the fact that he’s mine.He whimpered and pulled me in by the waistband of my slacks. Our hips collided, and I felt his cock, hard and twitching, pressed against my thigh. He said my name, once, softly, and then again, like he was cursing me with every syllable. I grabbed him by the back of the neck and shoved him backwards until he sat heavily on the edge of the bed, his breath coming hard.Louis looked up at me, his pupils blown out, his lips wet from the kiss. His hands shook, and I couldn't tell if it was from anticipation or relief. His shirt hung loosely on his shoulders, leaving his collarbone and the sharp cut of his throat c

LOUISI should have known that something was off the moment the car moved out of the estate.Maybe it was the tension I could see in the guard's shoulders, the flicking of his eyes over the rearview mirror. Maybe it was me—still sore from last night, and stinging in places that still caused cause my skin to prickle at the memory.But I hadn’t spoken since. I just sat down in the seat, letting the city pass by the dark glass. Elias had gotten up before I woke, like he always did. He left no note as usual. Just an empty quiet where his body would have been.I hated how used to that I was becoming."How long until we get there?" I said, breaking the silence.The guard—Dominic, I think that was his name—looked at me from the front mirror. "Not long,” he replied, staring straight at me through the mirror. “Just need to get that order Aria asked for. A few spices, and a delivery from the butcher."I nodded, trying to shake off the anxiety. "Alright." We just needed to get some things for Ar

LOUISThe bruises on my arms had already started to fade, but the ones in my head clung like grease to me.I hadn’t slept since after the attempted kidnapping. Well, not sleeping would be a stretch. But my thoughts kept me up the majority of the night. I still remembered the touch of the man's hand encircling my wrist, the sound of the struggle, the soft wheeze of a dying body, and the way the guard came in just in time to save my ass.If that guard wasn’t there, I wouldn’t have had a chance at all. I’d have just been meat for them, once again available for the taking and unable to properly defend myself.Now I just sat at the east wing hallway window sill, staring out over the garden, trying to be calm and not count the guard shifts. I was in full anxiety mode right now but I didn't know if it was paranoia… or just reality.My phone beeped at that moment, interrupting my counting.Unknown number.You have questions about Elias? I have answers. If you want the truth, the full truth,

LOUIS"Are you avoiding me?" My voice trembled slightly as it bounced off the aged, varnished wood of the hallway, the words hanging in the humid air like a whispered secret.Elias didn’t respond at all. He just kept walking, his pace remaining steady and unyielding as he strode further away.His silhouette was framed by the dim light of a solitary antique lamp that illuminated the hallway’s far end. It cast long shadows that seemed to twist and writhe, as if warning me to stay back.Obviously I didn't."Elias," I called, this time raising my voice, louder and edged with urgency this time.He finally stopped, but he didn’t turn to face me immediately.The shadows clung to the space between us, heavy and oppressive.Slowly , he turned slightly, his expression inscrutable. “Now isn’t the time,” he replied, his tone clipped, leaving no room for conversation.I bit my lip in frustration. “It’s never the right moment for you. Except when you’re shoving fucking me right?.”For an instant,

LOUIS"You look like hell," Davis said, coming out from the shadows like he was one with them.I cringed. "Nice to see you too," I muttered, though it wasn't. I was still not okay after the encounter Elias and I had in the hallway. "I said I had answers," he continued. "Didn't figure you'd actually show up.""I'm not here to play games," I told him, not in the mood for his bullshit today.John Davis gave me a smile that was too wide, too arrogant and too comfortable. And I wanted to wipe it off his face with a punch. "Then let's end the charade,” he said. “Come on."He motioned to the rear door of the alley, and like the idiot I was, I followed him. Again.The room inside was dim and smelled like old coffee and cigarette butts. He pulled out a laptop from the bag he was carrying with him, hit a few keys, and spun the device around."I didn't think you'd listen to or believe me," he said. "But this might prove to be worthwhile."The screen lit up and Elias showed up on the screen. He