Page 59 of Corrupt Me

Chuckling, I place a gentle kiss on where her neck meets her shoulder, incapable of stopping myself. As if my kiss was an invitation, she rolls onto her stomach and rests her chin on her arm over my chest. This feels so natural—a familiarity I have no idea what to think of. Even if this is the first time we’re lying naked, all she has done is uncover me, layer by layer, until here I am—completely at the mercy of her desires.

It’s too much intimacy, and panic sets in—I slip out from under her. She scoots into a sitting position, her face scrunching up for a second.

I look down at my cock and notice blotches of red glistening with our combined releases. Her first. I was her first. My thoughts go on a rampage, pulling me in opposite directions.

I walk into her bathroom and wet a washcloth. She hasn’t stopped watching me. I don’t like that look—like she knew exactly how I would react and accepted it without a fight. It’s not her fight, anyway. It’s mine. I gave her what she wanted, and we established from the start that this would be a one-time thing. Even in my head, it sounds like a pile of bullshit. My feet stay rooted in place as if I am physically unable to leave her side.

Moving between her thighs, I push them apart.

She scoffs. “You don’t have to do this. Wouldn’t want it to make it even more of a chore than it already is.”

There it is, that sass again.

“I broke your pussy. I will tend to it,” I say, brooking no argument.

“Such a gentleman,” she mumbles.

“Maybe I should fuck you again. There was no sass, only moans and my name coming out of your mouth when my cock was plowing your cunt. And I certainly like that more.”

“We wouldn’t want you to break your holy rules.”

Holy. She’s so damn adorable. I bow down and place a soft kiss on her pussy, wishing for so many things—all of them impossible. When I finish cleaning her, I take a step back.

Every fiber in my body demands to get back in bed with her while I shove my legs in my pants and leave. Her sigh follows me, pouring more torment on my mind.

I am about to slip into my bedroom when Celine places a hand on my back.

“Don’t. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I am getting used to that…”

Maybe I should just move away and put some distance between us. Secrets have a nasty tendency to come to light, and in close proximity, it’s bound to happen.

“I’m fine,” I grit out and walk into my all-black bedroom. Leaning back on my door, I slide down and put my face in my hands.

I am so bloody fine I want to burn my skin and escape the clutches of this dirt clinging to me.

Fuck you, Alice!

Fuck you!

***

Tossing and turning in bed, my mood gets worse with every damn hour I chase rest until my alarm rings, and I can stop the sham of sleeping.

I take my sweet time showering and getting dressed. I’m trying to avoid Bailey, not to face what she does to me.

When I go downstairs, the guys are in the kitchen, eyeing me intently. “What?”

“Someone is in a good mood,” Kaden says sarcastically.

“Not even fucking helps this guy.” Dane shakes his head. He has no filter, and I can’t even deny it. Fuck these walls.

I look around when Kaden says, “The girls accompanied Bailey to classes.”

Good. One less worry.

Blake pins me down with a hard stare. “If you hurt her, I’m going to bury you alive.”

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