Corrupt (Devil's Night, #1)

by Penelope Douglas

Because you’ve corrupted her nice and good. She’s a force now, and it won’t be long before she’s brave enough to demand what she wants. If you don’t give it ...

don’t need your warnings. I d...

“That wasn’t a w...

“That was a t...

“Watch your back, ...

And if I strayed—to the bookstore or the grocery store—he’d be calling or texting, wondering where I was.

“It means you can’t keep me locked up to be at your service whenever you’re in the mood.”

“But if you’d rather dinner and movie, hey.”

“I can go buy some boring fucking flowers, too.”

“Don’t tell me how to treat you, okay? I know exactly what you like.”

He reached behind my head and grabbed the black hood of the over-sized sweatshirt he’d put on me, pulling it over my hair.

“Are you planning to beat up any cops or sleep with underage girls?”

“This is William Grayson III,” Michael answered, his voice calm and confident.

trying to stay calm despite the butterflies in my belly.

He broke out in a smile, knowing he was caught. “You’re so beautiful,”

I couldn’t believe it. Michael Crist was on his knees, telling me I was beautiful.

“Let’s go,” Michael stood up and turned for the door, grabbing my hand. But I yanked it out, smiling even though he couldn’t see my face under the mask. “Do you normally hold Will’s hand?”

finding Michael sitting in a chair at a table to my right. A waiter brought a drink, and he looked up at me as he took a sip.

Trying to be the little dog with a big bark.

Michael. Michael, Michael. Always on my mind. Always inside of me.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“I need you. I need you every day, every hour, every minute…”

He was everything.

“I love you, Michael.”

Please don’t push me away.

But I couldn’t face his silence. Or the truth that what was in his heart might not be what was in mine. But I wasn’t sorry.

“Tell her you love her,” a deep voice echoed. “Jesus Christ.”

Oh, my God. He’d been here the whole time? What the hell?

“A beautiful girl looks at you like you’re God her entire life,”

Heat spread up my face, and I remembered what he’d said about not touching a woman in three years.

“Why won’t you look at me?” I asked softly. He breathed out a small laugh, looking nervous. “Because you’re the first woman I’ve said shit to since I got out, and I’m afraid…” His chest rose and fell faster, “I’m afraid I’ll want to touch you.”

I reached out and wrapped my arms around Kai’s neck.

Quee

“You like my friend sucking on you?”

What would people think if they saw us now? Alex would be proud. She’d want in. Trevor would call me a whore. My mother would have a drink, and Mrs. Crist would blow it off like she’d just walked into a pillow fight.

“Aren’t you worried?” he said, glancing to Michael. “I could try to take her from you.” “You could try,” Michael shot back.

And Kai smiled, leaning down and kissing my lips softly.

“Your dick’s working now,” Michael warned behind him. “Go ...

“I don’t remember a time when I didn’t love you.”

“When you look at me,” I continued, “when you touch me, when you’re inside me, I’m completely in love with my life, Michael. I never want to be anywhere else.”

It was between Michael and me, and Kai had helped.

“He’s worried about you, Rika.” “Then he needs to say that,” I snapped back. “Not send his dogs to fetch me.”

What the hell was he doing? Did he think last night meant he could handle me any time he wanted now?

“Is it so difficult to understand that Michael wants his girl safe?”

“And what would we do?”

“Maybe order food,”

he hinted and then cast a longing glance down...

“or have something t...

“Or maybe…you’re testing me. Seeing if I’ll invite you in behind Michael’s back.”...

“Because you love Michael mor...

“Ma...