Page 18 of Corrupt Me

He gives me an intent look. “Not on my watch.”

What is he made of? Even while carrying me, his breathing doesn’t change, and there’s no trace of strain on his face.

“You can’t be human.”

He smiles down at me. “No, what am I then?”

“A cyborg.” I rest my cheek on his chest. It beats a steady rhythm, and I hear the low rumble of his chuckle. That can’t be it. “No. An angry god.”

“You’re making me your god, Bailey?” he asks with a note of something darker that awakens a throb between my legs.

He arches a brow, not breaking eye contact. I won’t either. I got enough of a beating for one night.

Hunter opens my door, carrying me inside. I need a shower, but I don’t think I can do it. He places me down so gently as if I’d break any moment.

He’s the biggest conundrum, the one system I could never hack. I can’t stop trying though, and that’s the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done.

Beautiful. Magical. Sublime. She stirs something in me I can’t fight off. This need to make sure nothing touches her. I place her down carefully, watching her, afraid she might pass out at any moment.

My fists clench at the thought of Felix. He made her a target, and now I can’t keep my distance. I will kill him—and anyone else—who dares even to come close to her. Still, I have to prepare her. I’d feel better knowing she can handle herself. I am hard on her, but I want her to be able to protect herself too. What she lacks in skills, she makes up for with sheer determination. The kitten never gives up, and that’s a trait I admire.

She whispers, “You can leave.” Her voice is soft, almost pleading. This girl doesn’t fit into this world filled with darkness. No, she’s like a fairy, and she belongs in a realm with flowers and sunshine.

No wonder that vacuum inside me is desperate to latch onto her light and feed off her. I should ask someone else to train her, but I can’t. This damn weakness.

The sweet scent of bath gel fills the room as I turn on the water. From the corner of my eye, I see her leaning on the wall, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. “Can you undress?”

Say yes. I am not above praying for that.

“I don’t know. Everything hurts,” she says, her voice so damn pure.

Fuck. I am screwed. She’s going to be my ruin. Stay professional. You can do this, or you could ask one of the girls to come and watch her. I ignore that thought. Why? I have no fucking clue.

“Do you trust me?” I ask as I approach her, not breathing until she answers.

She chews on her fuller bottom lip. “I do.”

Two words, three letters that shatter my control.

She holds up her arms, and I slide her top off.Don’t look!It’s physical. A body. Nothing more. But it’s hers, and I can’t not look.

So much softness. I could trail my fingers over her lithe body to the end of time, exploring every inch until I could map it with my eyes closed. Her rosy nipples harden just like my dick.

Control yourself. Damn it.

She sucks in a breath as I get on my knees and pull down her leggings. My hands shake with every new inch I uncover.Rein yourself in.But it’s nearly impossible; everything in me demands another peek. I am face-to-face with her shaved pussy, and I salivate, wanting a quick taste. I stand up fast and turn around, panting. Inhaling and exhaling in a calming rhythm, I get myself back under control, facing her.

She lifts her leg over the tub and sinks under the bubbles, but not before I get a view of her ass. It’s round and perky, and I want to sink my teeth into it. It’s a losing battle, increasing my frustration so that I want to cram my fist into my mouth.

I’m painfully hard, so I adjust my pants. She awakens a part of me I thought I had been robbed of.

A slight yawn redirects my attention to her. She eyes me, looking shy, but she’s not hiding, which is refreshing.

With my sister, protecting her is a no-brainer. With Celine, it was like my duty—until she became someone I see as another sister, even though we’re not biologically related. But with Bailey, it’s more than that. Why?

Leaning back, she closes her eyes.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, kitten.”

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