Corrupt
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But when I stepped into her doorway, I found the room empty. The lights were off, as they had been the last time I’d been up here, and her bed was still made.
I looked back down the hallway, narrowing my eyes. Where the hell was she?
Throwing open doors, I searched my parents’ room, my brother’s room, the guest bedrooms…But when I got to my room, I noticed a flicker of light coming from underneath the door.
Reaching out a slow hand, I turned the knob and pushed it open.
And my heart skipped a beat.
“Shit,” I barely whispered under my breath.
Alex sat on the side edge of the bed, and Rika stood between her legs, both girls with their hands on each other. Alex held Rika’s hips, staring up her and looking entirely too interested.
And Rika…
My fucking stomach was floating up into my throat, and I inched into the room, closing the door behind me.
Rika put one knee on the bed at Alex’s side, leaning her hips into Alex’s chest and threading her fingers into her hair, caressing Alex’s neck and shoulders.
Alex inched up Rika’s gray tank top, leaving soft kisses across her belly and darting out the tip of her tongue to taste Rika’s skin.
My cock rushed with blood and heat, swelling painfully.
She was going to win this round.
“What are you doing?” I was already sweating. Jesus.
Rika blinked her eyes up at me, gentle and calm. “Game change. New players,” she repeated my words. “You’re not needed. Sorry.”
And then she let out a moan, arching her body into Alex’s mouth and letting her head fall back.
I grunted, resisting the urge to adjust myself. Goddamn her. What the hell did she think she was doing?
Was she really willing to go this far to challenge me?
“You’re in my bed,” I pointed out, trying to look unaffected.
Rika grinned down at Alex who was still kissing her stomach, both of them practically ignoring me. “Your bed is bigger,” she answered. “You don’t mind, do you?”
I steeled my jaw, seeing her hands trail down Alex’s chest and grasp at her dress, pulling it up and off her body.
But I barely noticed, because I couldn’t take my eyes of Rika. She still wore her thin, pink pajama shorts, looking so sexy and innocent with her glowing skin and hair. I swallowed the dryness in my throat, not sure if she was bluffing, trying to get me to react, or if she really did want this. Both possibilities, though, would have her coming out on top. She’d know she was smarter and stronger.
Alex’s hands ran up and down Rika’s legs, and she started pulling down her shorts, nibbling the skin over Rika’s hip bone.
“Ah,” Rika groaned, her eyes closed. “Michael…”
I lost my breath, shaking my head and my heart in a thousand knots.
She was winning. I was playing her game, and I was fucking losing. God, I wanted her so goddamn much.
But this wasn’t over.
I circled the bed and grabbed Alex by the arm, yanking her up.
“Leave,” I ordered.
“What?” she blurted out, her eyes desperate. “Are you kidding me?”
I guessed she was getting turned on and probably hoped I’d let it continue and enjoy the show.
But I shoved her away, not caring how disappointed she was. Will, Kai, and dozens of other guys—and girls—were out there. Let her take her pick.
Alex snatched up her dress, huffing as she walked out and slamming the door behind her. When I turned back, Rika stood next to the bed, a slight smirk on her face. “Your move.”
I breathed out a laugh, towering over her as I hardened my tone. “Did you like that?” I asked. “How far were you willing to go with her?”
She licked her lips. “Maybe further,” she admitted. “Or maybe I knew I wouldn’t have to go far at all. Maybe I know you better than you think I do.”
Reaching up, I trailed a finger across her jaw. “Do you?”
She held my eyes, her chest rising and falling faster, and I could tell she wanted to lean into my hand. She wanted me to say sweet things and to give into her, and she wanted my heart. That’s why she was pushing me.
But I wanted to play.
“The thing is…” I stated, narrowing my eyes on her. “We have a problem. You weren’t invited into my bed, and you came in here without permission.”
Taking her hand, I pulled her across the room, feeling her stumble behind me as I forced her toward the door.
“Michael!” she cried out, seeing me open it. “What are you doing?”
I dragged her to the opposite side of the empty hallway, two doors down, and hauled her into a bedroom, throwing her forward and closing the door behind me.
“Now that’s a bed you’re more familiar with.” I gestured to my brother’s bed. “Get in it.”
She faced me, fisting her hands at her sides and breathing hard, all composure lost. She shook her head, her eyes glistening with tears.
Why was I doing this? I could’ve told her how much I wanted her, how much I needed her, and how, after nearly a week, I could still taste her. She could be underneath me in my bed right now, and I could be inside of her, listening to her pant and getting lost in the sheets and the feel of her the rest of the night.
“Michael,” she begged, her voice brittle. “Why are you doing this? After today and everything you put me through? Why are trying to hurt me more?”
“Are you tapping out?”
I looked back down the hallway, narrowing my eyes. Where the hell was she?
Throwing open doors, I searched my parents’ room, my brother’s room, the guest bedrooms…But when I got to my room, I noticed a flicker of light coming from underneath the door.
Reaching out a slow hand, I turned the knob and pushed it open.
And my heart skipped a beat.
“Shit,” I barely whispered under my breath.
Alex sat on the side edge of the bed, and Rika stood between her legs, both girls with their hands on each other. Alex held Rika’s hips, staring up her and looking entirely too interested.
And Rika…
My fucking stomach was floating up into my throat, and I inched into the room, closing the door behind me.
Rika put one knee on the bed at Alex’s side, leaning her hips into Alex’s chest and threading her fingers into her hair, caressing Alex’s neck and shoulders.
Alex inched up Rika’s gray tank top, leaving soft kisses across her belly and darting out the tip of her tongue to taste Rika’s skin.
My cock rushed with blood and heat, swelling painfully.
She was going to win this round.
“What are you doing?” I was already sweating. Jesus.
Rika blinked her eyes up at me, gentle and calm. “Game change. New players,” she repeated my words. “You’re not needed. Sorry.”
And then she let out a moan, arching her body into Alex’s mouth and letting her head fall back.
I grunted, resisting the urge to adjust myself. Goddamn her. What the hell did she think she was doing?
Was she really willing to go this far to challenge me?
“You’re in my bed,” I pointed out, trying to look unaffected.
Rika grinned down at Alex who was still kissing her stomach, both of them practically ignoring me. “Your bed is bigger,” she answered. “You don’t mind, do you?”
I steeled my jaw, seeing her hands trail down Alex’s chest and grasp at her dress, pulling it up and off her body.
But I barely noticed, because I couldn’t take my eyes of Rika. She still wore her thin, pink pajama shorts, looking so sexy and innocent with her glowing skin and hair. I swallowed the dryness in my throat, not sure if she was bluffing, trying to get me to react, or if she really did want this. Both possibilities, though, would have her coming out on top. She’d know she was smarter and stronger.
Alex’s hands ran up and down Rika’s legs, and she started pulling down her shorts, nibbling the skin over Rika’s hip bone.
“Ah,” Rika groaned, her eyes closed. “Michael…”
I lost my breath, shaking my head and my heart in a thousand knots.
She was winning. I was playing her game, and I was fucking losing. God, I wanted her so goddamn much.
But this wasn’t over.
I circled the bed and grabbed Alex by the arm, yanking her up.
“Leave,” I ordered.
“What?” she blurted out, her eyes desperate. “Are you kidding me?”
I guessed she was getting turned on and probably hoped I’d let it continue and enjoy the show.
But I shoved her away, not caring how disappointed she was. Will, Kai, and dozens of other guys—and girls—were out there. Let her take her pick.
Alex snatched up her dress, huffing as she walked out and slamming the door behind her. When I turned back, Rika stood next to the bed, a slight smirk on her face. “Your move.”
I breathed out a laugh, towering over her as I hardened my tone. “Did you like that?” I asked. “How far were you willing to go with her?”
She licked her lips. “Maybe further,” she admitted. “Or maybe I knew I wouldn’t have to go far at all. Maybe I know you better than you think I do.”
Reaching up, I trailed a finger across her jaw. “Do you?”
She held my eyes, her chest rising and falling faster, and I could tell she wanted to lean into my hand. She wanted me to say sweet things and to give into her, and she wanted my heart. That’s why she was pushing me.
But I wanted to play.
“The thing is…” I stated, narrowing my eyes on her. “We have a problem. You weren’t invited into my bed, and you came in here without permission.”
Taking her hand, I pulled her across the room, feeling her stumble behind me as I forced her toward the door.
“Michael!” she cried out, seeing me open it. “What are you doing?”
I dragged her to the opposite side of the empty hallway, two doors down, and hauled her into a bedroom, throwing her forward and closing the door behind me.
“Now that’s a bed you’re more familiar with.” I gestured to my brother’s bed. “Get in it.”
She faced me, fisting her hands at her sides and breathing hard, all composure lost. She shook her head, her eyes glistening with tears.
Why was I doing this? I could’ve told her how much I wanted her, how much I needed her, and how, after nearly a week, I could still taste her. She could be underneath me in my bed right now, and I could be inside of her, listening to her pant and getting lost in the sheets and the feel of her the rest of the night.
“Michael,” she begged, her voice brittle. “Why are you doing this? After today and everything you put me through? Why are trying to hurt me more?”
“Are you tapping out?”
