Page 76 of Corrupt Me

If she didn’t want me to undress her, she shouldn’t have fallen asleep in the damn hot tub. We are so going to fight about this tomorrow.

I don’t bother checking her side of the walk-in closet. Instead, I grab a T-shirt of mine and slip it over her head. As it settles over her, she whispers my name, making me feel all sorts of things. As if that’s not bad enough, how she looks wearing my T-shirt—like she’s mine.

Without thinking, I take a picture of her before I climb into bed on the right side, the spot closest to the door. I keep some physical distance between us, trying to hold onto a shred of self-control. That’s my last thought as sleep pulls me under.

When I wake up, it’s a completely different story. We’re a mess of tangled limbs. My head is buried in her hair, her weight half-leaning into my side. One of my arms is draped over her ass, and her legs are trapped beneath mine. Even in sleep, I am fucking possessive of her.

Her head rolls to the side, resting against my forearm, and her lashes flutter—so long and perfectly curved. My eyes trace the twelve freckles scattered across her face. Her heart-shaped mouth parts with a satisfied sound.

She’s a deep sleeper, which means I can take a few more moments of unobstructed ogling.

I wish I could have met her before another woman fucked me up.

For a long time, I thought I had lost my trust and dignity, but the first came naturally with Bailey, while the latter, I steadily built back up.

If I spend too much time in my head, I want to destroy Alice for what she did to me. She is the fucking predator, and while I should end her and her career, if I expose her, my father will think it’s his fault, and my sister will blame herself. It already happened, so why would I dig that bloody rotten corpse out of my closet?

“Where have you gone?” Bailey asks me in a soft voice, eyeing me intently. I was so deep in thought I missed the moment she woke up. Fuck my dark memories.

“In my bloody nightmare,” I say, shutting my eyes, wanting it gone already. I scoot up and hunch over, chest rocking with a pant. She’s stroking my back gently. I need to pick a fight, something to regain control.

“I carried you upstairs and undressed you last night because you had to fall asleep in the hot tub. So not one word why—”

She cuts my rant short, wrapping her arms around my torso and kissing the spot between my shoulder blades. “Is there something I can do to make you feel better?”

“You offering what you’ve been denying me? What I want from you is your cunt, and we both know it.”

I am deliberately crass, hoping she will cuss at me and leave me alone to spar with my demons. I am a damn asshole who doesn’t deserve her kindness, her beauty, her presence.

“I will find out who hurt you, and I’m going to make it hurt even worse.”

She gets out of bed, leaving me shocked to my bones.

“Your shirt, huh?” she asks, completely changing the topic.

“I like you in my stuff,” I say, giving up for now. “I said a truckload of shit… I’m sorry.”

“I know because you’re so desperate to keep me out…when all I want is in.”

“There’s nothing inside, angel. If there were, I’d give it to you,” I say the truest words I have ever said to her—to anyone.

Her aquamarine eyes bore into mine, stripping me bare. Then, without hesitation, she moves toward me.

Straddling my lap, she palms my face with both hands. “I don’t think we’ll be able to fight this forever—whatever it is between us.”

I know.

She consumes me—body and soul. No wonder my dick gets painfully hard, wanting inside her heavenly core. The promise of that euphoric release only she can give me sets my insides on fire.

“You’re hard,” she expels a sound that matches my own lust.

I chuckle, my fingers brushing down her sides and gripping her ass cheeks.

She bites down on her bottom lip. “I really want to give in…”

“Then why don’t you?” Put us both out of our misery already.

“Because if I lose the physical battle with you, you won’t give me a chance to fight for the part I want most…”

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