Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“It looks quite the same if memory serves me well.”

“It is. I took a pic.”

This is too good an opportunity to let pass. I search for her phone and find it lying on the floor a few feet away.

Realizing what I am doing, she crawls to it, but I am faster. Picking her phone up, I put it in her face to unlock the screen. There it is, the most beautiful pussy. My pussy.

“Give it back,” she says, shooting up and crashing right into my chest.

I send the image to my number, but I am still there, saved in her contacts. The knowledge does funny things to me, tearing my composure to shreds.

“Oh my God. No.”

“Didn’t think you were the religious type. Only when I had my cock buried in your pussy did you call for him.”

She rolls her eyes at me. Crossing her arms over her chest, her lips pucker.

“Delete it.”

“No. I’m thinking of putting it as my wallpaper.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

Pressing her thumb on my shoulder, a bout of pain shoots through me, debilitating me for a few seconds.

“What the fuck. What was that?”

“I know ways to hurt you… so don’t mess with me.”

She backs me into the wall. Her sweet scent, her intoxicating presence, is too damn much. Getting a grip on myself, I push her back until she drops on the mattress, a puff of air leaving her body. Fuck, if she’s not the most breathtaking woman on this planet.

I crawl on top of her, and she exhales in small pants. Inching toward her, she closes her eyes, holding in a breath of anticipation. I would have sold my soul for her—to have her—but she chose someone else. Nothing has changed.

I hold myself above her on my palms. Indecision wars through me. She opens her eyes and disappointment settles behind them.

“As if I would have let you kiss me.”

Her hands come to rest on my chest. I thought she would push me, instead she cements my erratic beating heart into her palms.

I dip a finger in the pussy made of chocolate. Putting it in my mouth, I suck and lick it clean, groaning low in my throat.

Her eyes widen, glazing over.

“Hmm, delicious.”

She licks her lips, tantalizing me to kiss her. “Enjoy the chocolate. After what you said, you’ll never get the real thing again.”

She’s literally in no position to spew such lies.

Scooting back, I lower myself between her legs. She jerks up, but I place my hand on her stomach, holding her down. I brush my nose through the material barely covering her pussy, and she yanks at my hair, hard.

“I have a beautiful vagina, and it is the only one you’ve ever wanted. Admit it.”

She’s giving me absolution. Say this and everything else will be erased. And then what, princess? Hmm. You’re with him while you’ll let me fuck you—while you fuck me up again?

My brain says keep your mouth shut, my bruised heart says, go for the kill.

I listen to my heart, and say in her ear, mostly because I can’t look in her eyes while lying to her. “Not worth it.”