Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

I open my mouth, in full interrogation mode, when goose bumps spread on my neck. When I tilt my face, Dane takes another step toward me.

His eyes pin me, hold me captive, and cut my air supply.

Bad timing. I would have needed just a few minutes with this Alec guy to get the answers to all those questions that have consumed my heart and wrecked my mind.

His gaze sweeps from me to Alec. Dane saunters to us, fury blaring in his eyes, ignoring all the shoulder pats and small talk. He has a goal, and that is reaching me. Being once again the focus of his attention brings back the euphoria and madness, sparking every atom in me to life.

“What the fuck, man? You threw a party in my damn house without me knowing,” Dane snarls.

“I wanted to surprise you. And there were already people gathering in front of the house, telling me they’d want to welcome you back properly.”

“I don’t need that.”

Even I feel bad for Alec because I must have accelerated Dane’s anger with my presence.

I get in his face. “That was rude.”

His chest brushes against mine, his heady smell getting me drunk.

“Rude is you being in my fucking house all over my best friend. Man, she’s not worth the hassle. Believe me.”

My palm itches, but I grin in his face. “Jealous?”

He grabs me by the waist and leans in to whisper in my ear. “I was inside you first. No one can take that away. So no, I’m not jealous. Sorry sweetheart, my tastes have changed. I have pussy dropping into my lap. Why would I want one that I would have to share with someone else? The competition lost its appeal once I got what I wanted. I didn’t think you’d get this desperate for cock, though.”

I stumble back and into Alec.

“Are you all right?”

I nod. “I just need some fresh air.”

The thing with insults is, the other person doesn’t even have to believe them; they just have to make you believe them. It’s just the animalistic, injured part of us knowing how to go for the kill. The thing about love is making yourself vulnerable, allowing the other person to see, feel, and touch all of your insecurities. We give the people we love all the ammunition. No one can hurt you more or more proficiently than them.

I make a detour to the kitchen and pick up a shot from the six lines on the island. The amber liquid burns my throat, but I need to wash those words from my mind. I gesture for another one, and Alec says, “That’s not the fresh air section.”

No amount of fresh air could calm me down, but maybe alcohol will. I look around. Eyes are on me, fellow students glancing my way and talking in hushed tones.

What the fuck am I doing? Drinking and partying like I can afford that. Fuck love, it’s stupid, and I reject it.

“So what was that between you and Dane?”

“Nothing.”

He hurt me with words. I hurt him worse.

Blake finds me nursing my third shot, and he gets in my face, sniffing me.

“Have you been drinking?”

“It’s that or,” I toss it down my throat too, and gesture for another one. “I could kill him. Slowly. Make it hurt.”

“Not with witnesses.”

I lean my head on Blake’s shoulder. “It’s okay. Go enjoy the party.”

“What did Dane do?”

Maybe I’m hurt—scratch that, I am hurt—but I whisper to Blake what Dane implied.