Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

She climbs from my lap, and I feel the loss of her penetrating every cell in my being.

When we reach my house, we walk toward the front door in silence.

I watch her as she takes the mansion in while I imagine it as our home. We’d live here and love each other. An illusion. A dream I must bury tonight.

“Did you steal my plan for this house?”

“I did.”

“Why?”

“You know why…”

With my hand on her back, I usher her inside. Kissing her neck, I stop in the middle of the living room.

“Why here and not your bedroom?”

“Why would I take you to my bedroom? This is where we first fucked. This is where we’ll last fuck.”

She turns in my arms and cups my face. “If you think I haven’t felt as intense, as deep, as maddening, you are mistaken. Don’t dirty our night together.”

That’s what makes me stop. One night. That’s all.

“How could I dirty the night or you when I fucking love you so much? Not having you is the greatest torment. We won’t be able to stop the wreck of us. When it gets too much, I’ll come here. We’ll fight and fuck, and that would be my life.”

She’s perfectly still as she watches me.

I rake a hand through my hair and continue, “I’m sorry to disappoint you, princess. But if I have to let you go one more time after I just had you, I won’t survive it.”

Her ring catches my attention. It’s so fucking big, like a fucking statement of ownership.

Her voice shakes. “Don’t…”

“I would have picked something else for you.”

She tilts her head, a small smile grazing her lips. “A princess cut?”

“A princess ring for my princess…”

But she’s not mine, and she’ll never wear my ring.

“It was hard before, but now, the ring, the engagement make it harder… more real… and the dream of us slips further away.”

“Ignore it.”

“Could you?”

She hugs herself, avoiding my glance.

“You’ll never give me the whole truth. So here is mine, princess.”

I go to the safe hidden behind a glass wall in the bar and take some documents out. I offer them to her while I shove my hands in my pockets, not to cup her face and beg her to choose me again.

Her expression goes from curious to incredulous as she reads through the papers. It’s the property deed. I bought it for her. I bought it because she is the only one I have imagined having a life with, a family with. But I won’t, and this place is her favorite. I can’t put a ring on her finger, make her my wife, or be the father of her children, but I can offer her the one place she has always loved.

“What is this?” she asks in a shaky voice.

“It’s yours.”