Page 161 of Corrupt Me

I palm her cheek, and she leans into my touch. “I not only love you, I adore and am obsessed with you. I am selfish, Bailey, wanting you only for myself. Wanting for you to love me the most. Mad to have you every way I can get you. My life is irrevocably intertwined with yours.”

She places a soft kiss on my mouth. “I love you like I’ll never love anyone else.”

“Maybe our children. You can love them just as much.”

She giggles. “Thank you. That is very generous of you.”

“Smart ass.”

I place her on the bed and tug at her clothes, discarding them on the floor before I climb under the covers with her. Skin to skin, where every inch of mine is in contact with hers, is addictive.

“Now let’s practice making those kids of ours.”

“I think we have that mastered.”

I gasp in faux horror. “We can never practice enough for something so important.”

I’ve never believed myself to be a violent person, but every time I have to tolerate Eric’s presence—knowing his evil intentions and that he’s the reason I have to sneak around to be with the one I love—I’m enraged. I’d very much like to bash his head against the nearest hard surface.

He hasn’t kept his mouth shut for one damn minute since we boarded his family jet. All I can think about is how it’ll all be over this weekend. I can deal with him for a few more days and then move on.

Even now, I can still feel Hunter’s lips on mine from this morning—so passionate, every nibble and his tongue devouring mine felt like a stamp of ownership. It was so damn hot, followed by an even more fervent lovemaking session that only made me crave more. It’s never enough with him. This need only seems to grow, intensifying with each passing day. He’s my other half.

I itch to text him and assure him I am fine. Knowing him, he must be worrying about not being here next to me, my protective shield against anything that might harm me.

When we land, Eric places his hand on my back, leading me toward the waiting car. Inside, I scoot forward, taking the seat farthest away from him, practically climbing up the side.

“We’re engaged. I should be able to touch you however I’d like,” he grumbles, tone ringing with impatience.

“I am a human being, not an object.”

“Yes, of course. I just love you so much, Bailey.”

That takes me so much by surprise that my brows shoot to my hairline. I doubt he knows what love even is. But whatever feelings he harbors, they are not reciprocated.

“I thought this weekend away from your friends and him would bring us closer together,” he says, sounding hopeful.

Nothing ever could, but I let him believe his own delusion.

Meanwhile, I must stay alert. What we know for sure is Felix will make his move over the course of the weekend.

The hotel is in midtown London, a majestic and imposing old building. All I can think of is Hunter though.

During one of our long nightly talks, I asked him where he feels most at home, and his answer melted me—it’s you, he had said. I feel the same.

Reaching the front desk, he tells the receptionist his name. After a quick greeting, she slides only one key across the counter toward him.

“I requested two rooms,” I say, trying to compose myself while he grins as if he’s being cute.

“I upgraded us to the penthouse suite. Only the best for my fiancée,” he replies smugly.

If Hunter finds this out, he’s going to kill him sooner. That knowledge trumps my own self-preservation instinct.

Ignoring him, I ask for another room, but after the clerk glances at him, she says apologetically, “I’m afraid we don’t have any more rooms available.”

He looks at me with puppy dog eyes that do nothing but enrage me even more. “Come on. Give me a chance.”

He wants to test my patience? So be it. I can defend myself. If he crosses a line, he’s going to get at least a few broken bones.

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