Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“And I told you, if you don’t want me at my worst—” The words die in my throat as she yanks me by my lapels, pulling me down to her.

I’ve tried to quench my desire and snub the temptation. But it goes up in smoke like my resolve. My mouth crashes on his, and euphoria floods me.

His hands cup my face, drawing me to his chest, and gluing my body to his.

Every day I told myself I was stronger than the pull. But it was in vain.

I open my mouth and his tongue plunges in—conquering me. His ashy and minty taste drugs my tastebuds and dizzies my senses. I moan as our lips dance to a sensual rhythm, making me forget everything else. He groans into my mouth, and another moan escapes mine.

It’s a feverish, all-consuming kiss; it brands me with his hunger. There’s no way I can escape. Whatever we share has been building up to the point of madness. I am risking it all. And I don’t care because right now I feel alive. I feel so much that I am afraid I will burst. His soft lips feel exquisite against mine. He sucks on my tongue, and my knees go weak. His wicked mouth and hungry kisses undo me.

Caged between the wall and his chest, he doesn’t let go of me. Never let me go.

My senses, my thoughts, my heartbeats brim with him. Madness and euphoria, that’s what he unleashes in me. I am attuned to him while we share a forbidden kiss that lights my whole body up like fireworks.

I free-fall with stretched arms into bliss. My fingers curl in his hair, kissing him with everything in me. The kiss turns frenzied with every nip and nibble. When he traces his tongue along the contour of my lips, a spark runs through me, electrifying me.

I gasp for air as he continues to pepper kisses on my lips, cheeks, and eyelids, lingering on my forehead.

Beneath my palm, his heart races—just like mine. I feel lightheaded when the moment ends. He has a dazed look on his face, his lips glistening.

But as reality crashes in on me, instead of the happiness I felt just seconds away, dread fills me.

If someone saw this and word got out, there would be hell to pay.

What have I done? I take a step to the side, which is the hardest thing possible.

His eyes burn with that fire and hunger for me, keeping me rooted in place—trapped in the unyielding web that he spun around my heart, mind, and body.

“This was a mistake.” Even as I say it, I want another kiss—him—like I never wanted anything before.

I force myself to take another step back, and a shiver skitters down my spine as I touch my lips; they still tingle.

“A mistake?”

His gruff rebuttal has me shrinking. He’ll forever be my favorite mistake. His feet erase the distance between us, backing me back into the wall. Strangely, I don’t feel trapped; I feel like I’m where I belong.

“What was a mistake, exactly?” His deep voice lowers.

Why does he want to know more? It’s not as if I can give him an honest answer.

My gaze drops.

“Abigail.” My name falls from his lips in a gravelly tone.

I look up, entranced at the lips I risked everything for.

“This is just the beginning,” he says, determination lacing his hard tone.

Panic sets heavily on my chest, and I fist my hands into the jacket’s lapels to shake some sense into him.

“There never was and never will be a beginning for us. Please, Dane.”

“Yes, tell that to yourself. Keep lying, princess. I love to crush them under my lips when I have my mouth on yours. We’re going to end up right where we were a moment ago.”

His confidence does things to me, this reckless boy who I would drag down with me. I can’t be that selfish.

I scurry away and stumble through the school’s front door. I collide with Kaden’s chest, a testament to how unfocused I am.