Title: Corrupt Author: Penelope Douglas Genre: Dark | Erotica | Contemporary Romance Release Date: November 17, 2015 Tour Hosted by: As the Pages Turn
Erika I was told that dreams were our heart’s desires. My nightmares, however, became my obsession. His name is Michael Crist. My boyfriend’s older brother is like that scary movie that you peek through your hand to watch. He is handsome, strong, and completely terrifying. The star of his college’s basketball team and now gone pro, he’s more concerned with the dirt on his shoe than me. But I noticed him.
I saw him. I heard him. The things that he did, and the deeds that he hid…For years, I bit my nails, unable to look away. Now, I’ve graduated high school and moved on to college, but I haven’t stopped watching Michael. He’s bad, and the dirt I’ve seen isn’t content to stay in my head anymore. Because he’s finally noticed me. Michael Her name is Erika Fane, but everyone calls her Rika. My brother’s girlfriend grew up hanging around my house and is always at ourdinner table. She looks down when I enter a room and stills when I am close. I can always feel the fear rolling off of her, and while I haven’t had her body, I know that I have her mind. That’s all I really want anyway. Until my brother leaves for the military, and I find Rika alone at college. In my city. Unprotected. The opportunity is too good to be true as well as the timing. Because you see, three years ago she put a few of my high school friends in prison, and now they’re out. We’ve waited. We’ve been patient. And now every last one of her nightmares will come true.
••• Corrupt ~ Excerpt •••
I fell back to my feet and crept through my apartment as I listened to the pounding that had now become a steady attack. My feet followed the sound, stepping absently closer to it, and I finally pressed my ear against the wall leading to my hallway, my heart racing as the vibrations touched my skin. Resting my cheek against the surface, I swallowed the tight lump in my throat as the thumping against the wall grew faster and faster. There was someone over there. In the empty apartment. Holding up my phone, I dialed the office downstairs but got no answer. I knew there was a night manager named Simon Something-Or-Other, but I didn’t think many people were on duty at night. He must be away from his desk.I continued listening, wondering if I could ignore it and just wait until morning to ask the manager about it, but the further down the hall I travelled, the louder it got until I was standing next to the rear entrance. Opening up the door, I peeked my head into the hallway, holding the heavy steel exit open just enough to inspect. Glancing to my right, I saw a door just like mine. And then I heard a woman’s high-pitched cry ring out around me, and I started breathing harder. And then there was another cry. And another, and another, and…Was she having sex? My mouth fell open as I tried not to laugh. Oh, my God. But I thought the place was supposed to be empty. I stepped out, knife in hand—just in case—and walked quietly down to the other door, glancing up and seeing small security cameras along the wall, probably installed when the apartments were built. Pressing my ear to the door, I listened, still hearing the thump, thump, thump of something hitting the wall, and the girl’s breathy cries over and over again. I folded my lips between my teeth, covering my smile with my free hand. But then the woman cried out. “ No! Ah, oh, God! Please!”
And my face fell, hearing the fear in her voice. The short, shrill screams were now different. Panicked and scared, and her cries sounded struggled. My mouth suddenly went dry as I stood there listening. “ Ah!” she cried out again. “ No, please stop!” I backed away from the door, not finding it funny anymore. But then something hit the door from the other side, making a loud thud, and I scurried backward. “ Oh, shit,” I gritted out under my breath. I shot my head up to the cameras, now wondering if they fed to Securitydownstairs or to whoever was inside the apartment. Did they know I was out here? I spun around and dashed for my door, grabbing the handle and trying to twist it. But it was locked. “ Dammit!” I mouthed. Fucking thing must lock automatically. Another thud hit the door, mere feet away from me—so close—and I darted my eyes over to it, my breathing turning fast and painful. I pulled on the door handle again, twisting and yanking, but it didn’t budge. Another thud hit the door, and I jerked upright, dropping the knife. “ Shit.” I dived down to pick it up, but just then I heard the other door swing open, so I bolted down the stairwell, hiding behind the wall and forgetting about the knife. Fuck! Screw this. Whoever was coming out of the vacant apartment was definitely someone I didn’t want to meet. I dashed down flight after flight, a cry lodged in my throat as fear gripped my chest. A pounding echoed above me, and I spared a quick glance upward, seeing a hand sliding down the railings as whoever it was jumped flights of stairs. Oh, my God. I raced down, one flight after the other, a drop of sweat gliding down my neck. The pounding was getting closer and closer, my legs about to give out as my exhausted muscles worked as fast as they could. I gasped, seeing the door labeled LOBBY. I yanked it open and burst through, looking behind me once again to see if he—or she—was behind me.
But then I slammed into a wall, and I let out a small cry as hands gripped my upper arms. I looked up and exhaled a breath, seeing Michael Crist towering over me, his eyes narrowed. “ Michael?” I breathed out, frozen in confusion. “ What the hell are you doing?” He arched a brow and set me back, away from him, and let go of my arm. “ It’s after one a.m.” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Why was he here? He stood in front of an elevator, a different one than I had taken this morning, dressed in a black suit, looking like he’d just been at a club or something. A young brunette stood next to him, beautiful in a tight, navy-blue cocktail dress that fell mid-thigh. I suddenly felt exposed, dressed in my silk sleep shorts and black tank top, my hair hanging about, probably in tangles. “ I…” I looked over my shoulder again, noticing that whoever had followed me down the stairs hadn’t come out the door yet. I twisted my head back, looking up at Michael. “ I heard something up on my floor,” I told him. And then I shook my head, still confused. “ What are you doing here?” “ I live here,” he shot back, and I immediately recognized that ever-present intolerant tone that he always used with me. “ Live here?” I questioned. “ I thought you lived in your family’s building.” He slid a hand into his pocket and cocked his head, looking at me point-blank like I was stupid. I closed my eyes, expelling a sigh. “ Of course,” I breathed out, realization hitting. “ Of course. You’re the one who lives on the twenty-second floor.”
Check out this deleted scene!!
*Warning: this is a F/F scene from Chapter 24 that was cut early on, because it didn’t fit Rika’s character. Michael’s emotions were also confusing, but I’ve had readers ask why the final cut scene didn’t go further, so I’m sharing this original version for them.
In the final book, this scene is much shorter and doesn’t go as far.
Reaching out a slow hand, I turned the knob and pushed open the door.
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 trailed her hands down Rika’s sides and legs and back up again, getting possessive and entirely too interested.
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.
“What are you doing?” I was already sweating. Jesus.
Rika blinked her eyes up at me, gentle and calm. “We couldn’t wait for you. 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. Damn her.
Looked like she had a card to play after all.
“You’re in my bed,” I pointed out, trying to look unaffected.
Rika crossed arms over her waist and grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and exposing her bare breasts.
“Your bed is bigger,” Rika answered.
I steeled my jaw, seeing her hands trail down Alex’s chest and grasp at her dress, pulling it up and off her body as well.
Rika still wore her thin, pink pajama shorts, looking sexy as hell with her soft skin and hair.
I swallowed the dryness in my throat as I walked for the window seat, never taking my eyes off Rika.
Alex’s hand trailed up to Rika’s breasts, grazing softly over her nipples, and I could remember how her hard nubs felt under my palms. Leaning my elbows down on my knees, I watched as Rika held the back of Alex’s head as Alex kissed and nibbled her stomach and fondled her tits. Rika’s breathing turned shallow, and I saw a smile peek out as she shivered.
Goddamn. I was never going to get over this.
I mean, I’d seen girls play together before, but there was a very big difference this time. I’d watched for my own pleasure. Now I was watching for Rika’s.
Alex arched up, their naked skin glowing in the firelight, as she brought her mouth level with Rika’s breasts, ready to dive in.
But then she stopped and turned around, looking at me innocently. “Can I?” she asked permission.
Amusement filled my chest. She was making sure I was not only involved but in control.
No wonder Will paid her so much money. She was good.
I nodded, and she didn’t hesitate. Diving in, she took Rika’s breast in her mouth, sending Rika gasping in pleasure as she held Alex’s head to her body. Alex sucked and tugged at one breast and then moved onto the other, giving it equal attention as she flicked her nipple with her tongue, lapping at it over and over again. I cocked my head to get a good look, but thankfully Alex was aware of me. She kept her head to the side, offering me a view.
Rika’s little moans swooped down into my stomach, and I wanted to see more.
But a concern nipped at me, and I didn’t want Rika going down a path she wasn’t comfortable with just to beat me.
“Why are you doing this, Rika?” I asked, watching Alex pull down Rika’s shorts, leaving her lacy, white panties.
Rika caressed Alex’s hair, her head tilted back and her eyes still closed. “I don’t know.”
“Does it feel good?” I probed, seeing Alex get more demanding with her hands and knead Rika’s ass.
Rika nodded. “Yeah,” she breathed out. “It does.”
I relaxed a little.
But then she pushed Alex down on the bed and came down on top of her, and I sucked in a breath as Rika laid one knee on the side of Alex’s body and draped the other leg between her legs, joining their beautiful bodies together, hips on hips and their tits pressed together.
Rika dropped her mouth to Alex’s, going in for soft, slow kisses, nibbling and flicking her tongue, making every single fucking movement feel like a hand reaching into my jeans and grabbing my cock.
She opened her mouth, dipping the tip of her tongue to meet Alex’s before going in for a deep kiss. They caressed each other and grinded their hips together.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Watching Rika’s pussy, still covered by her panties, rub against another woman’s…
“Rika,” I groaned, fisting my hands.
I was full erect, pushing painfully against my jeans.
Rika opened her eyes and looked up, meeting mine as she kissed Alex. We were locked together, and I just sat there, completely mesmerized by her as she kissed another woman.
Alex then arched up, forcing Rika onto her back and came down on top of her, scaling down her body with a predatory look in her eyes.
And I watched, zoning in on her like a bullet as she pulled Rika’s panties aside and dove in, not waiting for permission. Alex closed her eyes and groaned in pleasure, sinking her mouth into Rika’s pussy.
Rika let out a loud moan, and I shot up out of the window seat as she arched her back and laid her hands above her head.
••• About Penelope Douglas •••
Penelope Douglas is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Fall Away series. She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and believes there is too much blood in her Coca Cola stream. Or too much Coca Cola in her blood stream. Or… You know what? It doesn’t matter. She loves Coke. Now you know. She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and daughter.
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