Page 50 of Corrupt Me

“What happened? Did he do something?” The thought boils my blood, like lava flowing through my veins, ready to level him with the ground if he hurt her.

“You went on a date, Hunter,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper, yet the accusation is clear.

“I needed to be there. It was the only thing I could come up with last minute.”

She sighs, glaring at me. “Right, because you never lack willing women, do you?”

“Are you bloody jealous for real?” It’s fun poking her, but she has no fucking reason to ever be jealous.

“What if I were?” she retorts, pushing at my chest. Her fingers claw into my shirt, digging her nails so deep inside of me.

That’s why she terrifies me. She ignites these feelings in me that I’ve never experienced before. I even crave her touch, even though I thought the only way I could ever be with a girl was to be in control.

“What do you want, Bailey?”

“You can’t handle my answer.”

“Try me,” I demand, my heart hammering, ready to break free from my chest. I feel it in my bones—her answer will change everything. This moment is a turning point, thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

“You.”

There it is. She said it, ripping open the floodgates to more.

I open my mouth, but no words come out.

“Which is stupid. I’m stupid for wanting you, even though all you’ve done is—”

I step closer, pressing into her until our chests touch, and I grip her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes. “What have I done? Kept you away from me? I have my fucking reasons, Bailey.”

“Reasons? Fuck your reasons. This is going nowhere. So, please leave. We should stop.”

I back her into the wall beside the window. “What should we stop?”

I’d rather be dead than accept there is no more Bailey for me.

“I don’t need you to watch over me. I get that you’re worried something might happen to me, but I’ve improved over the last weeks, and I could ask Blake or Kaden…or the girls.”

“You want to get rid of me? You can’t and won’t. That’s what you get for being the biggest temptation of my life.”

I don’t give her time to reply as I slam my mouth on hers. She tastes as sweet as paradise—a slice of euphoria. Her small grunt of protest dies when I plunge my tongue into her mouth. Intertwining my fingers with hers, I pin her hands above her head with one hand while the other digs into her waist, holding her caged between me and the wall with no way of escape. This way, I can savor her to my heart’s content, trying to fill a need that appears more like a bottomless well.

I kiss her with sheer abandon, pouring into her my fucked-up need and mad desire. Nibbling, sucking, devouring, I don’t stop until we gasp for air. Her strawberry taste and scent drive me wild. I let her catch a breath before descending on her again. I can’t get enough. Every kiss has me addicted, leaving me craving more, another rush, another euphoric hit, until she possesses me, and I’m entirely hers. Her lips are swollen and glistening from the kisses I can’t stop stealing. Biting into her plump bottom lip, I trail my tongue over it to soothe the afflicted skin. A moan parts her lips before I crush my mouth against hers once again.

This kissing session should satiate me for a while, but my need for her only grows. She deserves the world, not someone as fucked up as I am. But does that stop me from indulging? Bloody no. No wonder I am mad at her all the damn time, even though I know it’s not her fault. My rationality wars with my heart, creating a cacophony I can’t understand.

Forcing myself off her, my chest heaves, and I take a step back. Her tongue pokes out, licking the contour of her full lips, eyeing me with a dazed look. I put that expression on her face. Damn it, I want to do it again and fucking again until the end of time.

“You kissed me. Again,” she says breathlessly, touching her lips.

“A very accurate conclusion.”

“Why are you mad? You’re always mad at me.”

If she were in my position, she’d feel the same—wanting to do what’s best for someone who’s offering herself to a starved man on a silver platter.

“Fuck,” I groan, raking my fingers through my hair, my scalp burning from how hard I pull.

“Take my virginity.”

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