Page 32 of Corrupted By You

While the rest of my family faced me with apologetic expressions, Yves stared at me challengingly. He still wore the ring on his finger. But even an old wolf knew that when a new alpha entered his territory, it was time to back down.

His body language said he’d relent, but the heat in his eyes said otherwise.

This topic wasn’t being put to bed.

I rolled my shoulders back and steeled myself once more. “Thank you for going to Gustave,” I said, then glanced at Céline. “Maman, my apologies. I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“It’s okay. I forgive you,” she said like a sullen kid.

With a mutual good night, I left the study and my family’s weighty stares. They worried for me. They wanted the best for me. I understood it. Didn’t mean I could grant them their wishes.

Once outside, I took a deep inhale and exhaled, letting my head fall back. I gazed at the night sky. There was no need for stars, when the courtyard of themanoirwas decorated with hundreds of lantern lights strewn across the lawn. It was as if the stars were floating closer to the earth, right in our grasp. Despite all the luminosity, it still couldn’t hide the fact that this land was filled with sins and secrets we’d all take to our graves.

This was nothing but a mirage to fool the outside world.

I slid into my Lamborghini, peeled out of the driveway, and raced to my penthouse.

Even the music inside my car couldn’t silence my thoughts. They kept drifting to the folder sitting in my passenger seat.

Everything about Darla Hill was compressed in those pages. I had access to every little detail—trivial and crucial—and could ruin her entire existence with the snap of my fingers.

There was something about her that excited and irked me. Truth be told, I hadn’t felt this level of attraction for a woman in years. It was her honesty and that air of confidence she carried.

I was drawn to it.

Like I said, I had a weakness for the daddy’s girls’ type.

And I didn’t want to be attracted to Darla fucking Hill.

Not when I had so much at stake.

She was everything soft and innocent while I was everything hard and immoral. Our stark differences magnified all the reasons why I was bad for her.

What pissed me off above everything else? Darla had left me at Chaleurlike I was no better than a sleazy lay with that shitty excuse of hers. I didn’t get left behind.Idid the leaving behind.

Anger clouding my system, I rode the elevator to my penthouse. My clipped footsteps echoed against the marble flooring as I walked to my bedroom, flicking through the file until I found her picture.

Upon entering my room, I undressed and sat in the wingback chair by the fireplace. I lubed up my cock and fucked myself, holding her picture in my hand.

I imagined snapping a collar on her neck and using the leash to drag her to her knees. I imagined holding her down by the neck as I pounded into her from behind, then flipping her around so I could fuck her with her knees raised to her chest, her mouth gagged with the fabric of my tie.

And most of all, I imagined spending myself into her virgin pussy and holding her legs closed so a part of me stayed trapped in there.

I came like a guy seeing a pair of double Ds for the first time, my cum splashing all over my hand and abs with a heaving groan.

Darla’s sweet smile was crumpled in my fist by the time I finished.

I hated to admit that I wanted Darla Hill with a fierceness that robbed me of breath.

God have mercy onmon ange. She had no idea what kind of beast she unleashed.

I balled up her picture and shot it into the firepit, watching the roaring flames eat her alive.

CHAPTER 7

His Queen

Zeno