Page 53 of Corrupt Me

His words replay in my head, making me feel lightheaded. The rush of sensations overwhelms me.

“I have one rule, though, Bailey.”

I lick my lips. “And what’s that?” The words scrape at my throat, coming out more as a whisper.

“One night. And we never talk about it again. Don’t expect more of me. If you have any thoughts about more, banish them. So, what is it going to be?”

I look at my ruin wrapped in a mouthwatering package. While I want to claw inside him and embed myself under his skin, he puts a timeline on us. My answer is obvious, but I’m torn. He desires me, yet he doesn’t at the same time. It should be an instant put-off, but I want him too much.

“Okay,” I say, not sounding very assuring. He catches it, judging by the groan that escapes his luscious lips—but he doesn’t stop either.

He takes a seat on the armchair. Legs spread, he leans back—a king on his throne, waiting for his offering.

“I have never been with a virgin.”

It shouldn’t matter, but my stupid heart can’t stop making me feel special.

“I won’t take it easy on you. You should tell me no as long as you can.”

He’s trying to scare me off. He could never hurt me, at least not physically. It’s not in him, especially when it comes to me.

“You don’t have to take it easy on me. When have you ever?”

A ghost of a smile caresses his lips. I think I have him with that—until a cloud passes over his features. “I fight hard. I fuck even harder.”

If that’s the case, I doubt I will be able to walk tomorrow. The thought thrills me.

“Should that scare me off because it just makes me more curious?”

“I’ll possess you, Bailey. I will plow into your virgin cunt and make it mine. You will despise me for it. I’ll ruin you for anyone else. And I will fucking love every second.”

“I won’t.” I can’t. I believe that it would truly be impossible for me to hate him. I’ve tried and failed.

“Kitten, you’re playing with fire.”

“I have nine lives. I can burn one.”

He shakes his head while watching me. A soft expression kisses his face as if he’s fascinated by me.

“How bad do you want it?” he asks, his voice low, as my body temperature climbs to a scorching high.

“Really bad.”

He cocks his head. “Then crawl to me.”

My breath hitches as his eyes devour me whole, snatching my soul and commanding all my attention. There’s a challenge there. That won’t stop me. My desire has rolled into an avalanche that buried my sanity under its weight. It will die there because I am not rational, just pure need and desire with him.

I have no idea what I am doing, but I am sure he will be an excellent teacher, so I follow his lead—unabashedly. That only makes me burn hotter for him. I want to shed this good-girl coat that has slowly killed my spirit. I want to be wild and reckless, for him. Only for him.

I’ll possess you. I wholeheartedly believe that. But feeling this alive is invigorating.

I kneel, and his eyes stay locked on me, unwavering. I hold his gaze, drawing courage from it. His intense look douses me in pure, unfiltered lust.

“What did I say the first time we were alone?”

Every encounter between us is a box of movies in my head playing on repeat.

“That you’ll corrupt me,” I say breathlessly.

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