Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“Should we help him out of his clothes?” Abigail asks.

“After what he said, he deserves the discomfort.”

Kaden turns to me and says, “You can leave now.”

Not until I see her pretty ass walking out, because if she goes to his room, I will lose my shit here and now.

“It’s okay, Abi. I have this,” Kaden tells her.

“He’s going to age me prematurely,” she says.

Kaden walks into his room, and Abigail looks from his closed door to me, then passes me.

“While you’re worried about your boyfriend, he’s thinking about someone else. That’s pathetic, Abigail.”

She stops. “Pathetic is having Jessica hanging all over you. Don’t feel good about yourself; she likes new meat.”

“Stalking me online?” Since she wasn’t there, the only way she could have seen that is in the seniors’ chat.

She bares her teeth at me, and I stalk to her, pushing her into the wall. “Jealous?”

She shoves at me, only to end up yanking at my shirt and scratching at my skin until I pin her hands above her head.

“I dare you to go into his bedroom. Do that and see what happens. Carnage. That’s what will fucking happen.”

She remains perfectly still, and I throw her over my shoulder, carrying her out the door and straight to my apartment.

“Put me down. Are you insane?”

“Oh, sweetheart. I definitely am.”

I drop her on the bed and crawl between her thighs—my place, my personal heaven. Our erratic breaths are the only sounds in the room. Seconds tick by heavily while our gazes are locked. My madness reflects in hers, shining with desire. The combo rips my control to shreds, scattering it on the horizon.

I yank her top off her and unhook her bra. Fuck my life. Her breasts are spectacular—a round handful, topped with pebbled rosy nipples. Saliva pools in my mouth, lust kicking me into overdrive. I lower my mouth and suck on her nipple. Her hand shoots to my hair, tugging at the ends while I lick her pointed bud, grazing my teeth along the tip. She is the only one who can stop me, but she doesn’t, and I groan in satisfaction, moving to the other.

“Does it hurt to want me this much?”

Abigail writhes under me as I splay my hand across her stomach. She’s all soft, yet when I caress her ribs, I swallow a lump. She’s thin, appearing almost breakable, making me want to take care of her and protect her.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

She purses her lips because that would mean she acknowledges there’s more to us.

My thumb glides along the waistband of her jeans, and she sucks in a breath. I love the fucking effect I have on her. Peeling them down slowly, she lifts her hips, helping me undress her. In just her sexy as fuck black thong, she’s spread open for me.

“Dane?”

“Say stop, and I’ll stop.”

She doesn’t. Instead, I watch vulnerability glisten in her eyes.

“I have you. Trust me.” I’d never hurt this girl, but something tells me she’ll end up ruining me. Yet, I can’t deny this need coursing through my blood.

I’m too gone for her.

That small nod pulverizes all the previous anger. Hooking my thumbs at each side of her thong, I peel it down. I could pinch myself, afraid I’m dreaming. That she’s not here, naked, in my bed, but rather my desire conjured my greatest fantasy to life.