Page 149 of Corrupt Me

He pulls the zipper of my dress down, uncovering my breasts. It’s so freaking erotic, still being dressed yet joined in the most intimate way. Then he moves to a nipple, sucking on the hardened pebble as the dress pools at my waist. With one arm, he holds me, and with the other, he kneads my breast. He must be a better multitasker than I am because he keeps fucking me. I am riding a high of sensations that make me dizzy.

My head falls back as he plays with my body—he’s turned me into a willing sexual puppet. I give in to the euphoria. With eyes locked and my body molded to his, emotions overwhelm me, and my eyes well up. He splays his hand on my throat, squeezing lightly, sending another jolt of pleasure through me.

“Stay here with me,” he commands in that deep and husky voice of his.

“I am always with you,” I murmur.

“Mine and no one else’s.”

“Never anyone else’s but yours.”

His rhythm changes, becoming frantic, coaxing an orgasm from me that leaves me on unsteady legs. But he’s there, holding me together.

Turning me around, my palms slap against the counter for balance.

“Eyes on me, kitten.”

We never lose eye contact in the mirror, not even when his palm crashes down on my ass, eliciting a gasp from me.

“Whose are you, Bailey?”

He is teetering on control while I am teetering on the edge of an unyielding orgasm. Seems fair.

I don’t even need to think. “Yours.”

I thought that would please him, but another ass smack follows, this one even sharper. The sting blasts through the pleasure, tearing me apart in the best way possible.

“What was that for?” I ask breathlessly.

“So, you never forget.”

As if I could.

He takes my senses on a wild trip, from hard and fast to slow and deep. Everything in me contracts as a second orgasm rips through me, and I know what will happen. I’ll drench his cock in my juices. And when it happens, it turns him feral.

“Just like that. Fuck, my little squirter. I love it when you do that.”

Then he follows, erupting inside of me, and he buries his head in my neck. Catching our breaths, neither of us moves.

“I love you,” I say, needing him to believe me.

He kisses my temple, then brings our fronts together. “I love you—till my last breath, and will love you with my next life as well.”

His declaration of love makes me all emotional. I am safe in his embrace, confident in our love. We stay like that for a moment longer, but it passes way too quickly. I already yearn for him, not knowing how long it will take until we can be together like this again. The thought fills me with unbearable longing.

He zips my dress and says, “He’ll pay for this.” I don’t even care if he is referring to Eric or Felix. In my eyes, both are to blame.

With a long kiss, the goodbye lingers as we try to hold on to us.

He’s the first to slip out, taking my heart with him, which once again feels hollow.

I straighten my dress, arrange my hair, and fix my makeup. The sigh escaping my mouth echoes around me before I leave the room with my thighs sticky from our releases and shaky from how hard he took me. But that offers me a bit of solace. With a smile plastered on my face, I make my way downstairs.

Eric is the first to intercept me—polished to perfection in his tux, hair gelled back and styled immaculately, reeking of false importance. How I’d love to rip his arrogance to shreds, tearing it apart like an old sheet of paper.

I hate him.

I hate that whatever he thinks he feels for me pushed him to steal my freedom.

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