Page 153 of Corrupt Me

I bite my tongue so hard to keep from saying it that I taste blood. His delusion knows no end. The moment we’re in his car, I count the minutes until I can finally be rid of him for the day. The short drive is the only blessing. I crank up the volume of the music to be sure he doesn’t even try to chat me up. I tune him out, but it’s only after he leaves me at the estate that I breathe a sigh of relief.

Samuel lets me in. I take the stairs to my room and get back to work. I’ll find Felix, even if it costs me my sanity. Focusing on this task keeps me from curling into a ball of dejection on the floor.

The screen lights up, and my fingers bring the codes to life. For the next hour, I hone the face-detecting program, expanding its search deeper and wider.

As I work, my mind keeps drifting to Hunter. Even though we talk every night on the phone before we go to bed, and I wake up to him still on the line, I’m terrified. Terrified the rift between us will widen to the point where I can’t bridge it anymore. I miss Hunter terribly. Needing to feel him close, I change into a pair of leggings and a top, then head to the training complex.

After Felix escaped, Cassandra closed the other tunnel on the property. But she went further and had an entirely new one built in the last several months. Only a handful of people have access to those tunnels now. And I know every one of them because she made me program our fingertips and biometrics into the panel.

I take the tunnel that leads to the fighting complex. I even miss the brutal and strenuous fighting lessons with him. His scent. His kisses—everything about him.

I try to do the parkour without getting killed. I survive the first and second simulation. In the third, I am shot, and in the fourth, I am taken down. There are six more to go that are even more difficult. A groan of frustration ripples through the space.

“Run,” Hunter’s deep voice takes me by surprise. I whip my head around, trying to locate him.

With a dose of adrenaline hitting my bloodstream, I forget to ask how he knew I was here, but I don’t even care.

Taking off, I feel alive for the first time this week. He doesn’t make it easy for me to detect him, and my belly flutters, the anticipation making my insides go into a tizzy.

“What happens when you catch me?” I ask breathlessly.

“Kitten, we both know what will happen.” He’s so self-assured. It’s so hot, I am burning up for him.

“So arrogant.” I love to tease him, knowing what it does to him. He’ll make me pay by fucking me hard.

“Facts. I bet that pussy of yours is soaked. I’m going to pound it raw when I catch you.”

And he will catch me. That’s a certainty. But I don’t want to make it too easy for him.

I move stealthily through the complex when a hand suddenly covers my mouth, dragging me back.

“Ugh,” I groan against his palm. That was fast, but it only shows his desperation.

He bites into my neck and nibbles to soothe the afflicted skin. The sensation only amps the fiery passion between us.

“Should I give you another chance?”

I nod, prolonging the inevitable. This predator-and-prey chase we have going on stokes the desire between us, fanning the flames even higher. How I want us to burn and melt together as one.

“My girl needs a hard fuck, apparently. The longer I have to chase what’s mine, the rougher I’ll take you,” he growls.

“I think I am getting fucked hard, anyway.”

A slap lands on my ass before I sprint off. While I am breaking a sweat running and trying to come up with a strategy, I have no idea where he is. But not for long because suddenly, he’s at my back, gripping my arms with one hand as he backs my front into a wall. The thump resonates around the silent complex, showcasing I am at the mercy of my captor.

“Brace yourself,” his deep voice awakens butterflies and sends them on a rampage in my belly.

He shoves my leggings down, kicks my legs apart, and drives inside me in one hard thrust. My fingers dig into the rigid surface of the wall. I feel him everywhere, just like the tingles skittering over my skin.

Every hard pump feels like it’s a reminder of who I belong to. A rivulet of moans flows out of my mouth as I give in to the bliss of having him inside me. His hard breathing, in perfect sync with his deep thrusts, fuels me. Maybe it’s the rush of sensations after days apart or his ability to wrench all the pleasure out of me. Maybe it’s just him and I together—all explosive, but it doesn’t take long for me to come.

Yanking at my ponytail, he pulls me flush to his chest. It’s all about control, and I happily relinquish it to him. He can fuck me however he wants; I can take him. Rotating his hips, he hits even deeper inside of me.

“I should punish you for denying what’s mine.” He drives into me so hard and fast I see freaking stars.

“Punish me then.”

Literally between two hard walls, I can only stand here and take it—his animalistic side. An angry beast who was denied his mating. I meet him thrust for thrust, delirious as he continues fucking me. If this is punishment, we might have a problem because I’d only crave more.

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