Page 148 of Corrupt Me

“I wish we could, but you—”

I shake my head, wishing to erase tonight’s event from my mind. “Please, don’t call him that. I don’t want him to have that power.”

I turn in his arms, and there it is again, that dejected look, even though he tries hard not to by schooling his features.

I palm his face, once again losing the fight with my emotions. “I was terrified you’d break up with me.”

He leans into my touch, bringing his other hand to my cheek. “Oh, my kitten. You alone have the power to end us because I never could.”

“He won’t kiss me again. I won’t let him touch me,” I swear.

I don’t know why I say it—maybe to assure him or strengthen my will. As if it could change our situation. As if it could magically erase my status.

Am I just a horrible person for putting Hunter in this position?

I immediately pull away, standing up.

At the sink, I lower my head and splash some cold water on my face. He’s behind me, our eyes locking in the mirror as his chest ripples with something dark.

“You’re bloody mine, Bailey. Mine alone.” His voice is a low, possessive growl.

“I am yours. Only ever yours.” The words rush out of me. It’s the undeniable truth.

If loving him makes me selfish, then burn me at the stake for it. I refuse to be a pawn in a game I have no say in.

But it’s not up to me.

I’d rather endure this hellish pain on my own than make Hunter feel uncomfortable.

Without a second thought, I blurt out, “I am engaged, and we can’t change that, so if you want to go out and meet someone else in the meantime—” I can’t continue the sentence. I would never be okay if he did that. Even as I think about it, my heart gets smaller and smaller in my chest until it’s a distant shadow.

He thrusts his hips into me, his hands gripping the edge, trapping me between the sink and his chest.

“Is that so? Should I go out and kiss someone else? Fuck someone else, kitten?” His voice is too deceivingly controlled, and I swallow on pure instinct, shaking my head.

“What the fuck did I tell you?”

“That I will be the only one.”

“Don’t let me hear you babbling this shit again to me.”

His voice lowers so deep that my thighs clench. This isn’t the place or the time to get all hot and bothered, but he caresses my pulse, which beats erratically.

In one swift movement, he bunches my dress up and unzips his trousers. That’s all it takes for desire to strum under my skin.

“Hunter…”

Lifting me onto the counter, he says, “I’m going to show you who the fuck you belong and who the fuck I belong to. Fuck you being engaged. You and me. The world can go fuck itself.”

With one thrust, he’s inside of me, making me take all of him—stretching me to my limits, filling me beyond my capacity. I claw at his back, wanting to dig myself just as deep into him. If he needs it like this, I’ll take his punishing fuck. I am brimming with him, gasping for air.

Digging his fingers into my waist, he nuzzles my neck and bites into my shoulder.

“I’m going to come in this perfect cunt of yours, and you’re going to walk back out there with my cum leaking from your hole while feeling me with every step. I will fuck you so hard, Bailey, you’ll never forget who you’re talking to.”

“My man. The only one,” I say through a shaky moan.

His answer is another hard thrust, and I cry out, closing my eyes for a second. I could fly away any moment, but he keeps me tethered to him.

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