Corrupt - Douglas Penelope (книги .TXT) 📗

I breathed in the hint of perfume her body still held, feeling high with need. God, I wanted to touch her. It had been building all night.

“I wonder what it’s like to be you sometimes,” she admitted. “To walk into rooms and have respect. To be so loved by everyone.” And then she turned her head to the side, looking up at me with those big, blue eyes, begging me. “To want something and take it.”

Jesus.

“You were watching me on the dance floor,” she whispered. “You never look at me, but you were watching me tonight.”

Pain twisted my gut, struggling to resist, but it was no use. I slid my hand around the front of her neck anyway and pulled her back into my chest, holding her tighter than I should.

“How can I not?” I breathed in her ear, squeezing my eyes shut. “You’re getting very hard not to notice.”

She whimpered, arching her body and pressing her ass into my cock. I opened my eyes, seeing her tits jut out, and I couldn’t take it.

Moving my hand into her hair, I fisted it at the back of her scalp and pulled her head back to me, her full, parted lips begging for mine.

She moaned, sending all of my blood straight to my dick.

I should tear away. She was only sixteen.

Fuck.

I hovered my lips over hers, sliding my other hand over her chest and feeling her jerk when I cupped her breast with my hand.

“Michael,” she groaned, breathing hard and squeezing her eyes shut.

“So soft,” I whispered over her lips, feeling the warmth of her breath as I kneaded her in my hand. “My brother thinks you’re his… and all I ever did was try to deny that I wanted you for myself.”

She licked her lips, trying to dart up and catch mine, but I pulled back, hiding my smile

as I played.

“Michael,” she whined, sounding desperate.

“Is that true?” I pressed. “Are you his?”

She dragged her bottom lip between her teeth, shaking her head. “No.”

I darted out, catching her bottom lip between my teeth and sucking it into my mouth. I

exhaled hard, my cock growing in my jeans as I went crazy, kissing a trail over her cheek and to her ear, getting lost in her scent and warmth.

But as soon as I dived into her neck, she jerked away, capturing my lips with hers and kissing me deep and hot. God, she tasted sweet.

“Such a good girl,” I growled in a whisper, flicking her lips with my tongue. “Say it, Rika.”

“I’m a good girl,” she panted, her voice shaky.

“And I’m going to fuck you up,” I finished, taking my hand off her breast and gripping her hip.

Diving down, I covered her lips with mine, eating her up and tasting her, her tongue meeting mine in more heat and fucking lust than I had ever felt for anyone.

My body as on fire, and I was gone. Completely lost in her mouth and the way the buzz under my skin traveled across my face, down my neck, warming my chest.

So many times of needing to be close to her, talk to her, see her smile at me, and now I had her in my arms, I never wanted to let her go.

Nothing—nothing—had ever felt this good.

She nuzzled into my body, sucking my bottom lip and giving it to me good.

“I know what you feel like now,” she teased, hovering an inch below my lips and remembering what I’d said today at the cathedral.

I grinned, jerking her ass into me and hearing her moan at what she felt. “You haven’t felt anything yet.”

Turning her around, I lifted her by the backs of her thighs. She grabbed my shoulders as I lifted her up and guided her legs around my waist.

Walking to the corner, I sat her down on the railing with the wall not far behind her. She wrapped her arms around my waist as I pressed myself between her legs.

Rubbing her body up against mine, she flicked my top lip with her tongue, and then left my mouth, trailing kisses and small bites down my jaw and neck.

“Jesus,” I gasped out, moving a hand to her breast again, my heart pounding like a fucking drum.

Sliding her hands under my sweatshirt and shirt, she ran her fingers up my abs, making me shiver.

“The car,” she gasped out, reaching for my belt and trying to work it open. “Please?”

I gripped her hips tighter, blinking long and hard. “Rika,” I struggled, taking her hands away from my jeans.

Shit.

“I want to feel you,” she pleaded, taking my face in her hands and kissing me again.

But I shook my head. “Not in a car.”

She pressed her chest into mine, speaking low against my lips, “I can’t wait. I don’t want to lose this moment. It doesn’t matter where it is.”

No, it didn’t. But this was where shit got complicated.

I was only home for the weekend, and then I’d be going back to school. If we had sex now, it would just make everything more stressful for her when it came time to be apart.

And even though I had no intention of keeping my hands off her, going that far wasn’t right. Not yet. She was too young.

“Come on,” she taunted, a small smile peeking out as she nibbled my lips.

I shook my head. “What am I going to do with you?” I asked.

She smirked. “I can’t wait to find out.”

I laughed quietly, taking her ass in my hands and leaving a trail of kisses down the side of her face to her lips.

“We need to go slow,” I told her.

“How slow?”

I pulled back, so she could see the seriousness in my eyes. “I won’t touch you until you’re eighteen.”

Her eyes rounded. “You can’t be serious! That’s more than a year away,” she pointed out. “And you’re touching me right now.”

I cocked my head, my fingers tightening around her ass. “You know what I mean.”

But she pulled me in, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against my lips. She looked as desperate as I felt.

“You’ve had sex with sixteen year old girls, Michael.”

“When I was sixteen,” I clarified. “And don’t compare yourself to them.” I took her face in my hands. “You’re different.”

Our lips met again and her fucking hands and body got possessive, rolling into me, feeling me, gripping me. She held my hips, pressing me between her warm legs, and I lost my breath, knowing how goddamn good it would feel inside of her.

“Christ,” I breathed out, pulling my mouth away. “Stop it.”

There was no way I was going to be able to stay off her for a year. She was almost seventeen. Maybe that was good enough?

“You won’t be able to stop yourself,” she whispered against my jaw, looking up at me with thoughtful eyes. “This is what we were built for, Michael. You and me.”

She left soft, slow kisses along my jaw and down my neck, and I felt my arms break out in chills.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight and looking down into her eyes. “We’ve got to keep this quiet, okay?” I told her. “Just for now. I don’t want my family to know.”

She looked at me, puzzled. “Why?”

“You’re still at home, and they watch you like a hawk, Rika,” I explained. “My father hates me. I’m away at school, and he’ll use my absence as an advantage to work you over if he knew I wanted you.” And then I threaded my fingers into her hair, holding her nose to nose. “And I do fucking want you.”

I played with her mouth, nibbling her lips.

“But he wants you for Trevor or some shit,” I continued. “If they don’t know about us, they won’t interfere. We need to wait until you graduate and you’re out from under them.”

She pulled away, looking pained as she pushed my hands down off her. “That’s a year and a half away,” she argued. “I’m not asking for a relationship, but I…” She paused, searching for words. “I don’t want to hide the way I feel, either.”

“I know.”

I hated it, too. If she were off at college with the freedom to come and go as she pleased and out from under the influence and pressure of my father and Trevor, it wouldn’t be an issue.

Sure, let them know. I wouldn’t give a shit what they had to say about it then.