Page 66 of Corrupt Me

The bulge straining against his sweatpants hardened, and I sighed at the feel of him so close to my core, the aching pulse there intensifying.

Once I discovered the wonder of rubbing against his erection, I chased that feeling again and whimpered at the friction created by our bodies. Desire shredded my common sense. Preston had never come close to making me feel even a fraction of what his brother managed with our clothes still on.

That was about to change. I had to have my hands on his bare skin.

My fingers went to the hem of his shirt, inching the gray material up his torso, my nails skimming over the flat, rippling surface. His muscles twitched, and an addictive rush flushed over my skin. I liked knowing my touch affected him. I liked it too damn much.

“You’re going to kill me,” he growled against my throat, sucking, licking, biting, and kissing the sensitive spot.

Arching the column of my neck to give him more access, I nearly purred at the sensations he orchestrated. Infecting me with his savage kiss, he sucked at my neck, and I knew it was going to leave a mark—a vampire’s kiss, and yet, I didn’t care. He branded me, and oddly, I wanted to reciprocate and leave a mark of my own. I wanted to claim him, a possessiveness I shouldn’t be feeling.

Tristan wasn’t mine. This was a temporary thing.

I’d have to get my head on straight when the high vanished.

But until then…

Securing his hand under my backside, Tristan flipped me onto my back. His hands captured my wrists, trapping my body under his as he held me prisoner. Never had I wanted to be taken hostage so much in my life. Or maybe I just wanted to be taken.

His head dipped, taking my earlobe into his mouth. Forgetting he held my wrists, I tried to move, my fingers eager to explore the tattooed chest splayed out before me, but I was only met with resistance.

“Tristan.” I moaned his name, a partial plea to release me.

A lock of dark hair fell forward, slashing across his forehead. My fingers itched to brush it aside, but it wasn’t possible given my current position. “Tell me what you want. I’ll only give you what you ask for, Shortcake.”

There was something stupidly hot about being at Tristan Malone’s mercy and having him willing to put my needs abovehis. This side of Tristan contradicted everything his reputation stood for.

Should I tell him to release me? But as I stared into his eyes darkened with desire, I didn’t want to be set free. Not yet. Not until Tristan showed me more. “I want everything,” I murmured. “Please. Make me forget.” I took his lip ring into my mouth, sucking gently, before nipping him with my teeth.

I wanted to feel something real. Something good. Something that made me feel alive.

Was sex the right way to go about dealing with the rawness churning inside me? Probably not, but it only took that one kiss to know I wanted nothing more than to burn alive with the fire Tristan fueled.

“I’ll corrupt you, Shortcake. You don’t want this. You don’t want me.” Yet even as he said the words, his mouth moved to my budded nipple poking through the shirt. He circled the peak with his teeth before applying a bit of pressure.

My hands fisted in blissful pleasure, wetness pooling between my legs.Holy. Shit.“I do. I really fucking do.” I’d always wanted him. How could he not see that? “Corrupt me, Tristan,” I begged.

He groaned, eyes like twilight ensnaring me. “You can’t say something like that to me. I won’t have any qualms about sleeping with you. In the morning, I won’t regret what happened, but you might.”

“So suddenly you’re chivalrous? Suddenly you have morals? Don’t take me for a fool. I’m my own person. I make my own decisions.Andmy own mistakes. They’re mine to make. You can’t always protect me. Not even from yourself.”

“You understand what this is. I need it to be clear between us. No strings or attachments,” he stated bluntly.

I didn’t blink. “I got it. Just sex. It’s all I want. To feel something.” And somehow the only person who could makeme feel anything was Tristan. “Unless you don’t want me,” I whispered, my chin lifting, bracing myself.

“You’ve got to be kidding. If you can’t tell how much I want you, Shortcake, then I need to step up my game.” He took one of my hands, the other still pinned above my head, and placed it over his erection, keeping his hand on top of mine. “Does this feel like I don’t want you?”

Since my hand was there and I’d been contemplating touching him for too long, I wrapped my fingers around his hard shaft. He was huge. Too big for my small hand, but Tristan didn’t seem to care.

His forehead pressed against mine, his eyes closing as a look of almost tortured pleasure descended on his features. “Christ, Ever.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

His deep-blue eyes flew open. “Not on your fucking life. I don’t think I could handle the pain.”

“Why would it hurt?” The question came out before my brain registered the inexperience it showed.

A rough chuckle escaped him, his rumbling chest rubbing against my nipples. “It seems you have much to learn.”

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