Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

She gulps. “If only we could have been able to stay away.”

“I can’t stay away from you, haven’t you fucking noticed?”

“I’ll tell you, but then you have to leave.”

I slam my mouth on hers to silence her. These are not the words I want from her. All I want from her right now is her telling me how that fucker hurt her so I can hurt him a thousand ways worse.

I slip my tongue inside of her sweet mouth. She may be my madness, but I am done hiding from it. If she’s not afraid of it, then why should I?

Tonight will not be our end, but the foundation of something real. She might cuss me out and scream at me, but she’s stuck with me. I’m not a saint, but she’s not one either.

All she has done is hide. Not anymore.

We’re exposed. We’re naked. We’re truthful.

“Why don’t you care more about your life?” she asks me, looking into my eyes and clawing her way straight into my heart. It’s hers anyway. Always was and always will be.

“It’s not worth much without you.”

“I wanted one night after those hellish days to feel something else, and then you made me come undone with your big gesture and all your love.”

“It took you long enough. Do you know what it did to me seeing you fading away? And as soon as you heard the word bet, there was that spark again in your eyes because you knew I’d fight to win. Our damn hearts are interconnected, Abigail.”

“I wanted my love not to be selfish. Is that so wrong?”

“No. But you kept me protected long enough. That ends right now. I’m yours like you’re mine. One day, I’m going to put a ring on your finger. One day you’re going to say yes, and one day, we’re going to be parents if we’re not already.”

“I took a test. It’s negative.”

I kiss her, caressing her cheek. “You want my baby? I will put one in you right here and now. I already chose you. Now you have to choose me back, princess.”

“It’s not that simple…”

“Tell me, or I’m kidnapping your ass.”

That I might still do.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t?”

She rolls her eyes at me, knowing full well I would.

Her fingers clutch the sheet. “I have shoved those awful memories in the back of my mind, making me believe that I’d be fine, eventually.” She gulps, her head falling. “But no, you had to push and push.”

“We can talk about our shit for a long time from now but stop digressing. Our other issues will be there in the morning too.”

She tilts her head to me. “Promise me something, because I’m not talking otherwise.”

This stubborn woman of mine.

“What?”

“Two things actually.”

“You get one. Decide which one is more important.”

“The first one, you will do nothing crazy. We have an escape plan. I won’t spend my life being chased because you can’t control yourself.”