Corrupt (Devil's Night 1)

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.