Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

She takes my hand and lifts it to her cheek, offering me strength.

“Look at me vomiting stuff like that.”

“You can tell me everything. Your confessions are safe with me.”

She makes it sound as if I am safe with her too, mind, body, heart. The allure is too strong to withstand, completely overshadowing the risk that it could wreck me. I swallow the knot stuck in my throat and offer a small nod.

My heart recognizes her as if our souls have been mates since forever. There’s this familiarity and intimacy between us that’s impossible to explain, but it’s there—an integral part of our being.

After we eat, it’s not lost on me that she barely touched her food.

“You don’t like it? We could go somewhere else?”

“No, it’s delicious. I just don’t need much,” she says, waving it off, but it doesn’t do much to make the nagging thoughts vanish. Her lack of appetite is worrisome, but I don’t want her to retreat, so I push it back for another time.

After I pay, we rush to my car with rain pelting down. When I park in front of the cliff, I push the seat back and lift her over the console, pulling her onto my lap.

Cupping the back of her neck, I bring her face to me. “What have you done to me that I can’t get enough of you?”

I want to snap a pic of her just now, eyes shining and lips swollen. And I do just that.

We kiss some more until our bodies need more, to feel the other from the inside out. She lifts her body as I shrug off my pants and peel her jumpsuit off.

“Fuck, princess. Pick something with easier access next time.”

“Or I could just come naked.”

I bite into her neck. “Show this body of yours to anyone else and I will kill him.”

A frenzied desperation controls me until I fill her slick pussy, and we both moan.

“You’re my calm in the storm,” I confess.

“You’re going to be the one dream I will forever chase,” she says through kisses.

“I’m right here.”

The frenzy switches to a slower rhythm as we make love, soft and unhurried.

There’s nothing better than the feel of her, all hot, tight, and bare. Fuck. That wakes me up from my sex-infused brain.

“Condom.”

“Pull out.”

“Princess… your trust in my control when it comes to you is admirable.”

But fuck, she squeezes me, and I lose any rational thought.

The window fogs with our heavy breathing. Moans and groans create a carnal song only our bodies molded together can produce. I kiss every sweet spot my mouth can get to, my hands roaming over every exposed inch.

She’s gorgeous. A divine beauty making me a believer, a worshipper at her altar. I can’t get enough of her so I give in to this frenzy overtaking me. She’s impossible to resist. Getting over her would be hopeless so I’d be damned if I won’t become the only one she needs, wants, and loves.

With my mouth sucking on her nipple and my thumb flicking her clit, I push in and out of her, keeping up a steady rhythm while my insides shake with sheer desperation. This fiery need to embed myself in her takes over me. I would lose myself gladly in her and never want to resurface. That’s the power she has over me.

Her hot pussy massages me so good it takes everything in me not to come. Seeking her face, I see her eyes are glazed over in pleasure. She digs her nails into my shoulder, and with a breathless sigh, she comes, strangling my cock so good my vison dots for a few seconds.

My hand splays on her neck while my fingers grip her chin. Eyes boring into hers, I hold her gaze so she can see what she does to me—tearing me apart, putting me back together.