Page 127 of Corrupt Me

“It feels so good…” I would absolutely let him defile me.

He pulls his finger out of my mouth and rims my puckered hole before sliding inside, knuckle deep. I clutch his shoulders at the intrusion—I’m so full. His palm rests between my cheeks, keeping me open.

“Look at my girl taking my finger in her ass and my cock in her pussy,” he says in a low, reverent tone.

Filled from both sides, and with him taking my mouth in a fiery kiss, I come again.

Running his nose along my cheek, his forehead lowers to mine. “You’re breathtaking. I don’t stand a chance.”

With a low groan, he gets bigger inside of me, and then he erupts, painting my walls with the last of his cum. He stays inside of me until he deflates.

When he pulls out, I immediately feel empty. We both look between my thighs as the beautiful mess we made together slides down my legs and onto his thighs. My legs still tremble as he caresses down my back and peppers kisses along my neck and jaw.

“You did so well, my kitten. The more I have you, the more I want you.”

I hope it will never end.

With a smack on my ass, he says, “We’ve been in here for a while.”

Dazed, I look at my smartwatch, and my eyes bulge out. I don’t even have time for a shower.

“Get changed. My cum will stay where it’s supposed to be.” He smirks, wearing the expression proudly.

I shake my head at him. “You’re such a caveman.”

“I’m your caveman.”

What’s there to say to that? So I smile at him instead.

I pick out a green dress, black tights, and a pair of loafers. Not knowing what to do with my hair, I sigh, feeling the weight of indecision.

Cocking his head, he runs his thumb along his bottom lip. “Let it fall down your back. I love catching sight of it.”

I let it down to experience the awed look in his eyes.

Hurrying down the stairs, our friends are in the living room, deep in conversation. I catch something about going out or staying in and ordering tonight, but I excuse myself quickly.

While the girls grin at me, looking so happy for me, I can’t help but return the smile.

“Girls’ night tomorrow,” Abi says. After I nod, Hunter and I are out the door and into his car.

He taps his index finger on the wheel, casting a pensive look my way before redirecting his attention back to the road. “I still don’t get why she wants to talk to you alone.”

I don’t like it either, but you don’t say no to the matriarch, even though Cassandra could never compare to her mother. Grandmother was cold and distant—more an institution of authority than an actual person. And she despised me. Why? I never understood. It hasn’t been on my mind lately, but I wondered about her reason for most of my life. What did I do wrong in her eyes to deserve such harsh treatment? But what should I have expected when she treated her own granddaughter, Celine, even worse? She blamed her for her parents’ accident and sent her away.

There’s no comparison between Cassandra and Grandmother. While we must respect the rules, Cassandra gives us some leeway. She will remain the matriarch until Kaden takes over in a few years. I think this was her gift to us: more time to feel like regular students, start our adult lives, and enjoy it a while longer. After all she’s been through, we know she’s there for us, offering us all her support, and I appreciate that.

“I’ll tell you afterward,” I assure him.

That seems to appease him. When he parks in front of the estate, he kisses me, stealing the breath from my lungs but still wanting more. I remember where I am and hurry out of the car because we can’t be trusted once desire takes over.

I wave him goodbye, watching him park down the hill at his father’s place. Samuel opens the door for me, letting me in.

“Miss Fairchild, a pleasure having you here,” he welcomes me.

This house will never cease to impress me with its grandeur and sophistication. Its antique, regal style with precious art, hardwood floors, and crystal chandeliers is an architectural masterpiece from the inside out. The attention to detail is simply unmatched.

It’s really a waste of space, but we decided to share the estate once the time comes. Whenever we have family gatherings, we’ll spend some time together over the weekends here. We plan to redesign the first floor into four apartments. I don’t understand the sudden nostalgia, but my friends are my family. I don’t like knowing we’ll live separate lives, so this is a great compromise.

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