Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“Stating facts. You’ll be mine. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to deny who you belong to.”

He eyes me with certitude, and my insides reverberate with that blatant knowledge. Whatever is on my face must confirm it because he chuckles.

“I wanted to give you some time, but then you messaged me.”

He brushes his knuckles against my cheek. “Abigail, give me something too.”

While I lean into his touch, I draw on his chest, opening up. “We have mandatory dinners every Friday at Grandmother’s. She’s the matriarch of the Family. Our family is not a typical one and there are rules. Rules you make me break.”

“That’s it?”

A sigh heaves my chest, but I can’t get him involved in my life. I would love to. But that’s just not in my reality.

I palm his face. “Thank you for tonight.”

He scoots up, holding me in place. “No, fucking no.”

“What do you want me to do, huh?”

“How about you and me instead of you and Kaden? Sweetheart, this is not one-sided. And don’t you dare deny it.”

I can’t because I don’t want to lie to him.

“You and me can never happen in the open. That’s all I can offer.”

What I don’t say carries more weight. Stolen moments, secret encounters.

“Ah, so you’re one of those girls keeping me her little dirty secret. I pegged you differently. My bad.”

He releases me, and I move back to my seat. I’m instantly cold without the cocoon his embrace offered me. Sadness swallows me whole, and I blink away the wetness gathering in my eyes. My happiness is not worth risking his life.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I pummel the wheel, closing my eyes for a second to gain control. Getting out, I head to the party held in the woods, needing a distraction.

I won’t be the guy on the side just because she won’t leave Kaden. Whenever she says his name—as if what they have is an undeniable fact—it enrages me to the point that I want to fucking off that guy. Yet, Abigail can’t deny me, and there’s nothing any of them can do about that.

All my plans of keeping my head straight vanish. It’s uncanny, the power she has over me. I keep breathing through the havoc she wreaks on me. I step toward the meadow where cheers erupt.

Pats on my back follow, and Jessica brings me a cup filled with alcohol. I throw it down my throat, hoping to calm the madness Abigail ignites in me.

I give Jessica the cup, and she sends me a flirty look, swaying her hips in that short dress that does nothing for me.

Here’s a girl who wants me. But she’s not the one I want.

I am so fucking screwed.

Blake approaches me, holding two bottles of beer. “I guess you do like my parties, after all.”

“Having fun?” I ask him.

“Always, man.”

In his eyes, I glimpse the same void I always see in the mirror when I look at myself. He hands me the drink and leans back against a trunk.

We clink our bottles, and I say, “Where are the others?”

“Not their scene.”