Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

I cock my head. “You’re quite the group.”

“And you’re a stalker.”

“You’re still on that? I thought we moved on.”

“There is no ‘we’.”

I take out the Zippo from my pocket. Flicking the lighter, I put the cigarette between my lips.

I knew she would go for it. So when her hand shoots up, I grab her wrist, dragging her to me. I can’t stop touching her and wanting her close—an intriguing mystery.

Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t move. With her body pressed flush against mine, my mind calms down, my heart beats a content rhythm—a sensation I have never experienced before. My cock is a different story, though. He becomes hyperaware of her breasts against my chest and gets painfully hard.

I expel the smoke slowly in her gorgeous face. Her beauty ensnares me.

Her nose crinkles and I find the gesture bewitching. She spins her web around my being with such ease, trapping and captivating me at the same time. I lean in further, our lips a breath away.

“Kiss me and I’ll stop,” I whisper across her full lips.

I have never had much control, but when it comes to her, I have none. Brushing my thumb over her lower lip, a zap travels through my body, electrifying me. My insides vibrate, wanting to claim her lips and finally get a taste. But I already know what she’d feel and taste like—sweetness and ruin, paradise and downfall. One small taste of her and I’d become addicted—my custom-made drug to lose my damn mind, and I’d end up overdosing, not caring about anything but the next euphoric kick. Her pull would be too strong to resist.

Eyes locked, I lose myself in her vibrant blue eyes, and everything else disappears.

“Stop and I might kiss you because I would never kiss an ashtray.”

That sass of hers will be my doom.

“If you don’t take me at my worst, then why should I give you my best?”

It’s these moments of utter sincerity that make the mess of us.

An explosive combination.

A very dangerous and risky one.

We’re going to crash.

Wouldn’t be my first time.

My lips tingle from the almost kiss. My entire body buzzes, wanting his touch—his nearness casting a spell on my body, heart, and mind that hypnotizes me. I swallow hard, trying to get a grip on myself, but it’s getting harder to fight temptation. He’s all the forbidden in which I want to indulge. One small taste, and then maybe I’ll be cured of this madness I crave as if it’s my salvation.

His gaze moves to the sky above, dragging another lungful of smoke from the cigarette. He might look in control, but I feel like he’s lost—so lost that something in me reacts. I want to pull him back, keep him with me. That thought scares me even more than my physical reaction to him so I hurry away.

We don’t have any more classes together for the rest of the day, so I return to my apartment.

A sigh leaves my lips. Why do I even care? Inside my bedroom, I tell myself this is the first and last time I’m going to spend any more time on Dane.

Opening my laptop, I search on his name. Hundreds of photos, videos, and an array of posts pop up about him. A smile tugs on my lips at him being a little boy in his father’s arms. The last photo of them together was when his father won his last Cup. My eyes move to a photo of him at his father’s funeral. My heart constricts seeing him in that tiny black suit, head hanging. I wish I could hug that little boy.

Despite his father’s death being ruled a natural one caused by a heart attack, there’s still a lot of speculation surrounding it.

Dane seems to smile in public only when he’s on the podium as the winner. My eyes devour the images until I blink at the video of his big night before he got suspended.

What could have possessed him to engage in a street race after he won the championship? The opinions range from ‘he is just a spoiled brat’ to ‘he is a rebel who finally got what he deserved because he never listens.’

I watch his empty, lifeless eyes—no flicker in those dark brown globes. My heart twists badly, and it physically pains me.

I know the feeling all too well. I shut the lid to my laptop, yet I can’t shut off my thoughts.