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  Corrupt Love is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  This is was previously published under author Leo Hazelwood and is a second edition under author Cee Perkins. No new content has been added but the text has been edited for corrections.

  Copyright © 2020 Cee Perkins

  Published in the United States by Cee Perkins

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Cover design by Melody Simmons

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 1

  Corra

  Name’s Corra. Short for “Corruption” because that’s what I did— corrupted things, turned them shady and immoral—then laughed about it. Nothin’ like breaking in a sweet little virginal girl, turning her from a naive, pearled-up doll into a tatted-up bitch who can hold her own. Hey, better I did it than some dick who steals her innocence along with her virginity then leaves her in a gutter to die. Really, I perform a public service.

  There, that should make you feel better. I’m your good ol’ hometown public servant.

  At this particular moment, my services were being employed by a small-time politician who wanted the city manager wiped out. Said city manager was on his knees down a dark alley, in front of me, begging for his life at the business end of my silencer and trying to distract me from the fact that he’d pissed himself.

  “C-cc-orra, I’ll pay you. I’ll double whatever she’s paying you and here, have my keys, they’re to my beach house in Cancun. I’ll sign the deed to you. Just plea—”

  “Look, no hard feelings, Chet. Right? I took care of your problem, but now you’re someone else’s. You know it’s my job to kill you. I’m just doing what I’m paid for. His eyes widened as I squeezed the trigger. My shot was silenced through the special muzzle. Brains on the pavement.

  I fucking hate beggars.

  Picking up my casing, I studied his keys and debated on which one could be the key to the house. Then I realized it wasn’t worth it. Chet was the City Manager. His death would be investigated and the chick in his beach house using keys missing from his pocket would raise flags.

  “Thanks anyway, Chet. RIP.” I made the sign of the cross, though I haven’t claimed Catholicism since I was twelve and nearly castrated Bishop Paul after catching him in the rectory with Josh from my homeroom.

  I walked down the alley, toward the library to meet Salty, my big brother from another father. When I got to the mouth of the alley, I squatted down and poked my head out a little bit so I could see what was around. A couple of people, just enough for me to slip out without being memorable. I was calm as I walked down the sidewalk, nonchalantly peeling my outer layer of clothing off.

  Salty was leaning against the statue of the lion at the bottom of the library steps, smoking a joint with not a fuck given about being in public. His hair, honey-blond like mine, was tied back in the most douchey man-bun I’d ever seen.

  “What the fuck is wrong with your hair?”

  Salty chuckled and said, “Let’s try that again. Repeat after me: ‘Wow, Salty, your hair looks great today’. Thanks, Corra, I woke up like this.”

  I rolled my eyes, sticking my hands in the pockets of my leather jacket, I looked at him flatly. “Wow, Salty, your hair makes you look like a washed-up Abercrombie model.”

  Salty just shook his head and stubbed out his joint. “God, Corra, why are you so pissy today?”

  “Funny you should use that particular word. The mark pissed himself while he was begging. The stench shook out my buzz and now it’s my mission to make everyone miserable.”

  Salty snorted a laugh and turned to the library entrance. “What the fuck are we doing here? I didn’t do libraries in high school, why the hell do I want to go in one now?”

  I rolled my eyes and the call numbers I was looking for came up. “Picking up a package,” I said as I parted the tall, thick books and a cardboard box came into view. With the box in hand, we turned to leave the library as quickly and inconspicuously as possible.

  As we walked out the front door with no more issues, I grinned at another well-paid job done. It’s my seventy-first. Twenty-nine to go for me to meet my goal— I was trying to get one hundred successful jobs by my Thirtieth birthday just for bragging rights to the peeps in my circle. I’d be on top, my favorite position. That gave me 16 months. As long as I stuck to the schedule I was on, it’d be a piece of cake.

  Birthday cake, that is.

  Dan

  As I made my way onto the elevator into work, exactly on time, my phone rang. Without checking, I answered, “Smith.”

  “Every time you answer your phone like that, I think of the Matrix. Can’t you just say something like ‘yell-o’ or, I don’t know, ‘hello’?” my colleague, Mack, says.

  I grinned at Mack’s greeting. “Maybe I want to be associated with keeping the secrets of society.”

  Mack snorted, not offering any retort. “I called because Jason of the Too-Small Cock Club wants us there now. You didn’t get the email?”

  Heck. I didn’t think my phone sent me a notification about it. “No, I didn’t, Mack,” I said, blowing out a calming breath. “I’m in the elevator. I’ll see you in a few.” I ended the call and made my way to the second floor and used a brisk pace to get into the conference room with ten seconds to spare. I prided myself on my punctuality, and I knew that things like that would set me apart from my colleagues when a management position opened.

  I took a seat next to Mack. “What did I miss?”

  Mack has known me for seven years, since we met as Freshmen at UVA. My attention to detail and desire to be punctual has always amused him, and he never fails to get a jab in. “Well, Cathy has lipstick on her teeth and I’m trying to guess who’s going to tell her. Len has been shifting in his seat the entire time he’s talked to the new intern, with his hands under the table. She’s glancing around to see how to get out of talking to—”

  I turned to him. “Things that affect my workday.”

  Mack scoffed, “Nothing. You haven’t missed Jason SmallCock announcing, in all his importance, that he has decided to shake things up and wants us all to pass our current work to the left.”

  My reply was cut off when Jason came in. “I have decided to shake things up. When you get back to your desks, pass your current account to the person in front of you. That is all.”

  Mack rolled his eyes and mumbled, “I can’t believe I had to cut off lolcats for this.”

  I patted him on the shoulder. “At least yo
ur day won’t be wasted now.”

  “If you had a sense of humor, I’d almost think that was sarcasm.”

  “I have a sense of humor,” I replied, offended. “It’s just not based on…” I looked around for anyone listening and then lowered my voice, “sex and drugs.”

  “There is not one reason you should be whispering the word sex. The only person it bothers is you.”

  Shaking my head, I answered, “And you shouldn’t call him that name.”

  “SmallCock. Say it. C O C K. C-O-C-K.”

  I quickly shifted my gaze around. “You’re being rude.”

  “And you’re being a prude. Lighten up, Dan. The world won’t end because of a vulgar word.”

  “I just prefer not to hear those things,” I said. “Not to mention keeping my language clean helps my reputation with the firm’s partners.”

  Mack stared at me for several long seconds. “You need to be medicated.”

  Confused, I said, “What does being medicated have to do with anything?”

  “There are medications that lessen anxiety and loosen inhibitions. Your rigidity about language is only the tip of the iceberg, my friend.”

  I sat down at my cubicle, adjusting the mouse pad to its correct spot. “I don’t have anxiety.”

  Mack shook his head and mumbled something under his breath. Who needs him, anyway? I was not anxious. I had very strict preferences. That rigidity that he talked about paved the way to my comfortable and secure lifestyle. I decided to let it go, for now, gathering my information and passing it to Mack. I turned and received the messy work of Alaina, who thought the majority of the workday should be devoted to breaks and gossip. My work had to be exceptional if I wanted to impress the firm’s decision—makers and had any hope of a promotion in the next two years.

  Anxiety, my foot. He’ll still be out on the floor, reconciling accounts when I’ll be in an office, reaching out to potential clients.

  I just needed to work myself up to submitting my resume, confidently.

  I tried not to think about the snickers I’d heard when I submitted my resume for the management job that had opened up two weeks ago, the one Jason now filled.

  I wasn’t naive, I knew what people had said about me. Timid. Follower. Loser. Well, I’d show them. Somehow.

  Chapter 2

  Corra

  I was drunk. Just another part of my life I loved...I could be drunk all day and not worry about punching a clock. I might have had to worry about clocking someone else, but that’s way more fun than a fucking desk job where my ass would spread and I’d end up with lipstick on my teeth all day with no one telling me.

  Salty took me out for Happy Hour and since he’s been fucking the bartender, he got drinks for free. Friends in high places. Can’t be beat.

  Happy Hour ended like…a long time ago. We’d moved on to dance party hour and I busted a groove like nobody’s business. I was on the dance floor, my hips swayed, eyes closed, hands in my hair and enjoying my buzz when I felt big hands on my hips and a strong pull against a broad chest. Mmmm... Reaching behind me, I wrapped my hands around the back of a thick neck. If he was as dumb as he was big, I was going to be a happy girl that night.

  “Hi, beautiful. I couldn’t help but notice the sleeve you have. That’s a lion, right?”

  Jackpot. Big and dumb, just my flavor. Grinning, I turned, and answered, “Of course. The animal of grace and beauty.”

  “Are you an animal of grace? I know you are one of beauty.”

  I managed to not roll my eyes and leaned in close, replying, “No. I’m just an animal. Let’s get out of here.”

  Dumbo’s eyes lit up like he’d won the lottery, not thinking it’d be that easy to get someone like me— tatted with long blond hair, tight body, angelic face— to leave with him. Too bad my attitude was shit...But he wouldn’t know that for another hour and a half. If it were any less than an hour and a half, my attitude would be that much shittier.

  “Where to?” He turned on the sidewalk, lust, and hope in his eyes.

  “Your place.”

  The flicker in his eyes told me he’d hoped for mine, but fuck that. I was not setting myself up for a stage five clinger. Flagging a taxi, he rattled off his address, then turned to me. Oh god, he wanted a conversation. I stopped him from speaking by putting my hand on his dick, staring him in the eyes and licking my lips.

  His face slackened, lips opened, and he exhaled. “Oh, fuck.”

  I smiled at him, grazing my hand over his jeans and feeling as his cock grew. Oh yeah, it grew.

  “Hey, you can’t do that in my cab! Wait til you get where you’re going!” the cab driver yelled at me.

  “Fuck off and just drive, Jeeves. Don’t fucking look back here, we’re not offering free live porn.” I sneered at him.

  The taxi slowed and I slid out. Dumbo threw several bills at the driver and jumped out of the car, taking my hand and rushing up his stairs. I didn’t pay attention to the house, didn’t care where I was, I just wanted his lips on my pussy until I came. I hoped he was as good at licking as his dick was big.

  Inside, he turned and pinned me to the wall just inside the door. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I was thrilled when he thrust up against my clit, then turned and walked through the house, down the stairs to the basement.

  Even though I was grinding on his dick, I finally took in my surroundings, and mother fuck. His room looked like a teenager’s whose mom still folded his laundry. He saw me looking around and said with a sexy smile, “Don’t worry, my parents are two floors away. They won’t hear you scream my name.”

  First, this mama’s boy looked to be around late ’20s. Why the hell was he still living at home?

  Second, I wouldn’t be screaming his name— I didn’t even know it.

  In a show of pure masculinity, he tossed me onto his queen-sized bed with the one pillow and stripped his shirt off. Mama’s Boy seemed to spend his money at the gym. It almost made up for taking me to his fucking parents’ house. He smiled lasciviously, licked his lips, and stalked toward the bed. Grabbing my ankles, he yanked me down to the edge of the bed, making my skirt bunch up around my hips. He took in my bare pussy and growled, licking his lips like a hungry tiger. His eyes met mine as he lowered his head, diving into my pussy with his tongue as his fingers circled my clit.

  Ok, so he spent his money at the gym and on porn.

  “Holy fuck!” I moaned, shifting my hips to ride his face. He stopped, looked up, and said, “Uh-uh. You be still.” Before crossing his massive arm over my hips, pinning me down as he ate, licked, nibbled, and sucked me relentlessly. Oh yeah. He tongue fucked me, bringing me closer to climax.

  “Come on my tongue, baby.”

  Well, if he insisted. The second his tongue connected back to my pussy, my orgasm flooded through me and out onto his tongue. I tried to writhe away from him, the feeling almost too intense, but he really must have invested in some noteworthy porn, because he backed off at just the right second, stood, and ripped down his jeans and boxers. Oh fuck yeah. His cock was long and thick, dripping already. I leaned toward him, and my tongue licked the underside of his cock and the drop of precum wiped onto my cheek. I looked up and smiled, letting him wipe the wetness off my face. As a reward, I wrapped my lips around his crown and sucked him hard, grabbing his ass cheeks as his head fell back and his back arched, stuffing his dick down my throat.

  “Oh yeah, baby, that’s so good. So good.” He moaned, and tangled his fingers into the hair at the top of my head. Instead of pushing, he tugged my hair, making me moan into his groin. I traced my hand around his hip and down to his balls, rubbed and gently tugged. His breath caught as my hand went further back, pressing into his perineum. Suddenly, he pulled my hair back and smiled at me. “That’s a fast track to a mouthful of my cum, baby, and I wanna fuck your tasty cunt before that happens.”

  I stretched and lay back onto the bed. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

  He hopped on the bed s
o fast it made me bounce in place and I giggled. That giggle was quickly replaced by harsh gasps when he jerked my shirt and bra down to free my breasts. He wasted no time taking a nipple into his mouth, biting, releasing, and moving to the next one. He unclasped my bra through my shirt and ripped them away, leaving me bare to him. It was so warm in there, I was flushed and already sweating. He sat up after one last lick between my tits and groaned. “God, you taste good everywhere.”

  “I feel even better.”

  I didn’t have to tell him twice. In seconds, my skirt was to my knees, ankles, then off completely, lost somewhere amongst the dirty laundry in his room. He fingered my outer lips, spreading my pussy, and dragging the wetness up to my clit with one hand while the other dipped in then reached up and circled my tit. “Fuck you’re so hot. Your tattoos are amazing,” he said, as he grazed my thigh piece, then reached up to trace my ribs to my shoulder and down my arm. I was so needy, so wet, that I was over the foreplay.