Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

There is an entire quest for her number.

I read all three romance books in two days to get her complete phone number. In the first one, she bolded the first two digits. I would not have noticed them, though, if I hadn’t read every page. The second one contained the next three digits, and the third had the remaining digits.

But I learned something. She loves romance books with spice in them.

All three male main characters had one thing in common. They were absolutely obsessed with their women and, according to how many times they made them come, fuck me, they don’t make it easy for the rest of us. But I’m going to top them. That’s my vow.

She wants to be coveted, adored, fought for. Fine with me.

If she already felt that type of love she enjoys reading about, she wouldn’t engage in this game of seduction we have going on.

We might be friends, but when we’re together, the static cracks with the tension between us. I want more. She wants more.

We both are well aware we want each other. But I will keep my promise.

She has to initiate it.

I can be patient. For her.

Because I know it’s going to be worth it.

She would be scared if she knew my brain doesn’t work like everyone else’s. And when I focus on something, it’s all I think about and desire—it’s all I live for. Nothing else exists. I’m not only visualizing us together, but it’s so real I can taste, smell, feel it.

I text. Princess, I always get what I want, sooner or later.

My heart lurches in my throat when her message pops up on my phone just a few seconds later. This mix of nerves and excitement intoxicates me.

Do you?

When lunch rolls around, I take my seat at their table, and the group is engaged in a hushed argument.

“No,” Kaden says. Typical. This guy wouldn’t know what fun is if it blew up his ass.

“Come on,” Blake insists.

“What’s up?” I ask.

Abigail sighs, looking at Blake.

Blake turns to me and says, “I found this spot.”

Kaden clenches his jaw. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“It’s just racing. Why the fuck do we have the cars we do if we don’t use them?”

“Just racing? He is a professional. Tell him it’s dangerous, please,” Bailey says to me.

Blake leans back in his chair. “I’m fucking bored.”

“With staying alive, apparently,” replies Abigail.

Blake cocks his head to me. “Wanna teach me how to race?”

I can relate to his careless attitude. I know what it’s like to do anything to feel something.

“It’s dangerous. You don’t become a race car driver overnight. First, you go karting, where you learn to control the car and get used to more horsepower and speed. It takes thousands of hours of training. What I did that night was stupid. Racing in a controlled environment is something else. One second can make the difference between life and death. On the streets, the hazard is even greater.”

Kaden sends me a grateful nod. No fear flickers in Blake’s eyes; it’s as if he lives to test how far he can go.