Page 93 of Corrupt Me

“Innocence… My parents have despised me for as long as I can remember. My world has never been warm, embracing, or supportive. When your makers can’t even stand looking at you, that changes you. There’s darkness in me, scraping at my walls, wanting to be let out. I am not innocent, Hunter.”

Her words ignite a murderous energy under my skin.

“Then they’re stupid for not seeing how amazing you are. How lucky they are to call you their daughter. It’s not your fault. It’s entirely their loss.”

She shrugs, lips pulling down in a broken smile. “I don’t think they’ll ever see it like that. And while I accept that, the wound will never truly close, just pulsing from time to time.”

“I’m sorry, Bailey.”

“My brokenness matches yours. My darkness recognizes yours. This goes both ways. You brought elation and happiness into my life, a whole new world of sensations. I think I saw you and had my first crush—me and all the other girls on campus.”

I palm her cheek, brushing my nose against hers, wanting to soothe her. “Is my girl jealous?”

“Of course. I don’t like that feeling—it only makes the worse one even stronger: the thought of losing you to someone else.”

“I am too, Bailey. Blind with jealousy, mad with passion. I see only you. You have held my attention since the very beginning. Don’t ever be jealous. I swear there never was and never will be someone else. I am sorry I ever gave you a reason to feel like that, but I promise that will never happen again.”

“That makes me feel better. More secure, I guess.” She tilts her head, chewing on her lip. “But I can’t forget that I was just a mission to you.”

I guess we’re rehashing our story—but whatever helps her. I acted like an idiot, but I won’t repeat that mistake. “And I failed at it. Miserably.”

“Good, I doubt we’d be here if that wasn’t the case.”

“No, my inability to stay away from you brought us here.”

Her hand movement stops. “Am I still annoying and a pain in the ass?”

I’m going to pulverize her uncertainty. Not with words, but with actions. For now, though, we need to enjoy how far we have come.

“It’s better now that I have access to your pussy.”

“Oh my gosh. You didn’t just say that.” She turns, her front draped over my chest, eyes huge with incredulity. I can’t contain my amusement and burst into laughter. She looks too damn cute, all indignant. She slaps my chest, then crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her tits up. Saliva pools in my mouth as fire spreads through my veins, heating me up from the inside out.

“Let me apologize. With my mouth, fingers, and cock, kitten.”

“The orgasms won’t help you.” She doesn’t sound sure at all.

“Maybe one, no, but three, definitely,” I say confidently.

“So cocky, and I can’t even deny it because you can back it up.”

Snaking my arms under her ass, I lift her so that her pussy is above my mouth, and her legs dangle over the edges of the tub. Diving into her pussy, I feast on her like she’s my own buffet, and I can’t help but be greedy. She grips the side of the tub while her other hand threads through my hair.

“Am I forgiven?” I ask as I flatten my tongue and lap at her slit from bottom to top.

A shiver rocks her, and she pants. “So quickly? Please.”

I love her sass. Her challenges are the biggest turn-on.

Turning her on her knees and elbows, water spills over the tub and splashes onto the marble floor. We could flood the cabin, and I wouldn’t care.

Parting her legs, I caress down her spine and bite into her ass cheek. My throat rumbles with an animalistic sound when I see my teeth imprint on her.

Stroking it gently, I guide my cock to her slick entrance. And it has nothing to do with water but everything to do with how wet and loose the orgasm made her. Coated in her warmth, I slide in gently, so out of the ordinary, but I want her to feel every ridge, take every hard inch while her walls squeeze me tight. I got my cock pierced to regain my control over it. But now, I’m grateful for it because I love how it ravishes her once I’m inside her. The pleasure goes both ways.

Two orgasms later, she doesn’t just say I am forgiven—she screams it.

Her legs shake as she sits on top of me in reverse cowgirl position with my cock still inside of her. She looks over her shoulder and eyes locked, she asks, “Is this normal?”

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