Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“Not sorry at all, then?”

“Not even in the slightest,” I say and pull her to my chest, rejoicing in all her feminine softness pressed against my hardness—made to fit on every imaginable level.

She snuggles to me. “What am I going to do with your reckless ass?”

“Keep me. Stay mine. The list goes on.”

I cup her face and say what has been bothering me since this morning. “Stop thinking we’re bad for each other. I don’t know what has you continually backing off, but I will always be there showing you how good we are together.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Yes, it is. One week.”

“What?”

“A test. Let’s see if you can put aside whatever you tell yourself about why it won’t work between us. You can tell me afterward if you still think the same.”

“I stand no chance with you, do I?”

But she smiles, starved like me for this connection tethering us together.

Her stomach rumbles, and I proceed with care. “I’m starving.”

Ease frames her face, and I look through my fridge, picking eggs and some mushrooms for an omelet.

“Do you miss home? Your parents? It can’t be easy for either of you…”

As the eggs cook in the pan, I see the concern for me etched in her eyes.

I fucking love this girl—my person, my other half who makes the mess that I am feel less messy.

“Sending me away was my parents’ desperate attempt at keeping me from getting even worse. It can’t be easy with a nut job like me.”

“Stop calling yourself that. Please.”

I fill each plate, and my attention redirects to her.

“It wouldn’t make it any less real.”

“I wish you’d see yourself like I do.”

“And how do you see me?” I ask in a low voice, jutting my chin for her to continue.

She tips her head to the side, and I catch the hickey there. Not one of my smoothest moments, but zero regrets.

She crosses her arms around my neck, and through kisses, she says, “Strong. Lovable. Driven. Attentive. Mesmerizing. Captivating—”

Every word punches me in the chest with stronger emotions.

I clear my throat. “I’m already hard. You can stop now.”

She slaps my chest playfully.

Her words fill me with pure life. Her presence calms the dark storm whirling in my head and wreaking havoc.

She hops onto the table, and I feed her a forkful of omelet and then myself.

“I know what you’re doing.”