Page 121 of Corrupt Me

“I’ll be there,” I say, and I hang up in time to see Dane coming out of Abi’s room.

I jerk my chin in his direction. “Training?”

He nods, looking longingly at the door he just came from.

“Long night, huh?” he says, looking at me knowingly.

“Shut up.”

“You don’t even try to keep it quiet.”

Why would I? When I fuck my girl, I want to hear what I do to her.

“And you’re even proud of that. You know, for the sake of community and all.”

I stare him down. The asshole is no better. As he goes downstairs, I hurry back inside Bailey’s room. Her eyes are still closed, but one hand pats the spot beside her.

“Hunter?” she calls my name, and I rush to her side.

“I’m here, love,” I say, and she opens those mesmerizing eyes. My heart pounds, wanting to crawl out of my chest and offer itself to her. If I could wake up to her aquamarine eyes for an eternity, it wouldn’t be enough.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” she asks, her voice deep with sleep.

“My father called.”

She hugs my pillow, offering me a supportive nod. “Go talk to him. It’s important. You need to have that conversation.”

A grunt rumbles in my throat, not hiding my frustration. “I need to eat your pussy more.”

“Don’t you even dare. My pussy will be here when you return.”

She’s perfection wrapped in dreams and a happily ever after ending.

“Will you miss me?” I ask, and her playful smile freezes on her lips when she notices that I am serious. I can’t believe I am fucking insecure, but I don’t have another explanation.

“I miss you every second you’re not there,” she says, easing everything in me.

Lifting herself onto her knees, she brushes her nose along mine.

“Whatever you need, I will give it to you. If it is words of assurance, a million love declarations, endless nights of fucking… I am yours, Hunter.”

“Yes, and the slayer of all my demons.”

She smiles brightly. “I like that.”

I lean in, kissing her until I forget everything else.

She’s the one who pulls back, tilting her head. “Go. I’ll be here when you come back.”

She better be because I’d pillage this world in my quest to find her.

With a parting kiss, I go to my room and change before I drive to the compound.

After I park the car in front of the Prescott house, I let myself in. My father stands in front of the window, a tumbler of whiskey in his hand, lost in thought.

When he turns around, his eyes are red-rimmed, and the sight clenches my heart. This is why I never wanted the truth to come out. He blames himself.

“I’m so sorry, son.” He chokes up. “So fucking sorry I failed you.”

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