Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

I hope she doesn’t give you crabs.

I read Abigail’s message, and it instantly boosts my mood. The power she has over me is astounding. But when I lift my gaze, Abigail averts hers, ignoring me for the rest of lunch.

I crave her attention and not having it bothers me more than anything else.

Time drags and not even at the end of the day do I feel better.

Back in my room, at my desk, I can’t focus on this stupid algebra problem. I shower, smiling until my mouth fills with water as Abigail takes over my thoughts.

She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s it for me. There’s no one else.

Never could be.

I’m wired like that.

Once I find what I want, I’m in. All in. I just have to make her see that.

Tapping the shower off, this newfound goal pushes all the darkness aside as I head to bed.

Sweet lips peck my lips.

“Abigail,” I croak. She invades even my dreams.

“Open your eyes, baby.”

I do, and my favorite shade of blue looks back at me. I move to hold her face when I am stopped by restraints. Snapping my head up, I find my wrists tied with a belt from a robe. What the fuck?

“Princess?”

“Good, now that I have your attention, this is my show.”

She hops off the bed and fuck, it’s now that I see what she’s wearing, or better yet, not wearing. Her trench coat is open, revealing a sheer two piece pink lingerie set that leaves nothing to the imagination. I am instantly hard.

She puts on music from her phone. The sensual notes add to the heady atmosphere. She slips her trench coat off her shoulders, falling at her feet, like her inhibitions and my control.

Swaying her hips, her hands gliding down her lean body. She’s so sexy, she captivates me.

Every move of her hips captures my attention, both sweet torture and pure ecstasy.

She unclasps her bra, offering her breasts to my starved mouth, but they remain out of reach. In a fake coy move, she shrugs and twists her nipples instead. Her long moan has me battling my restraints.

She really wanted to prove a point because they don’t give way. I try even harder, driven by the need to touch her. “Princess, please.”

“Do you want to touch me?”

“Yes.” I’m not above begging. Uncontainable lust bursts free.

She shakes her head and turns around, grabbing her ankles. I get the perfect view of that round ass that I’d do anything to grab, bite, and mark.

I don’t want to just have this girl, I want to own her. Be everything she desires. Play her every heartbeat, consume her thoughts, and become her every fantasy.

She looks at me through her parted legs and peels her thong off, so slowly, my cock leaks pre-cum. My dick tents in my boxers, begging to get inside her perfect pussy.

This is the most erotic experience of my life, making me aware that once I am inside of her, no one else will satisfy my dick. I’m hers. A truth stamped on every cell of my body.

“Enjoying the show?”

I yank at my restraints. “Princess, let me make you feel good. I need to touch you. Fucking please.”