Corrupting Violet

Corrupting Violet AYDEN PERRY Contents Blurb Playlist Trigger Warning Dedication Prologue 1. Violet 2. Violet 3. Violet 4. Miles 5. Violet 6. Miles 7. Violet 8. Miles 9. Violet 10. Miles 11. Violet 12. Miles 13. Violet 14. Miles 15. Violet 16. Miles 17. Violet 18. Miles 19. Violet 20. Violet 21. Miles 22. Violet 23. Miles 24. Violet 25. Violet 26. Violet 27. Miles 28. Violet 29. Miles 30. Violet Epilogue Also by Ayden Perry Acknowledgments SICK LIKE US Prologue Blurb Violet I only have one person in mind, Wade Lynwood, the mayor of Seattle. He’s looking for a trophy wife to carry on his arm, and I’m up for the task. If I can use my knowledge about rich men, then maybe I can lure him into my trap. The only problem is he comes with extra baggage. A son. I don’t want to be a mother, and Miles isn’t looking for one. Far from it. This should be a piece of cake, right? Wrong. There’s something way more sinister going on in this family than I can anticipate, and my silence is imperative. Miles I have a skill for getting rid of stepmoms, but now that I’m getting older, my future hangs in the balance. This one might be a bit more difficult than the last, and better taken down while on my knees. The only thing better than beating the enemy is sleeping with them. COPYRIGHT Corrupting Violet Ayden Perry Copyright © 2023 by Ayden Perry This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to real life is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. This book is intended for the reader of this e-book only. No portion of this book may be reproduced or transferred in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any other storage retrieval system without written permission from the authors. All songs, song titles, and lyrics contained in this book are the property of the respective songwriters and copyright holders. Cover Design: Ayden Perry Editor: Anna from Corbeaux Editorial Services Created with Vellum Playlist Thank Lucifer - Vant I Want Out - LOWBORN Choke - Royal & the Serpent Tears Don’t Fall - Bullet for My Valentine Manic - Wage War Stuck In My Ways - Kid Bookie, Corey Taylor I Spit On Your Grave - ZAND Deal With It (feat. Kelis) - Ashnikko, Kelis Kiss Me Again - HENRY Make Me Feel - Elvis Drew The Bird and the Worm - The Used Appetite - Nathan James Kryptonite - 3 Doors Down Dirtbag - Kid Bookie, Wheatus Oh, Pretty Woman - Roy Orbinson I Guess - Saint Levant, Playyard Another Life - Motionless in White Idfc - blackbear Smells Like Teen Spirit - Witchz Formaldehyde Footsteps - BertieBanz I’m Fine - Witchz Hysteria - Def Leppard Heart Of Glass - Miley Cyrus Smooth (feat. Rob Thomas) - Santana Trigger Warning Subjects pertaining to: Breath Play, CNC, Electrocution, Attempted Murder, Murder, Blood, Gore, Death, Strong Adult Language, Underage Drinking and Drugs, Alcohol, Drugs, Child Abuse, Emotional Abuse, Ageism, Anxiety, Sexual Assault, Physical and Emotional Abuse, Bullying, Attempted Kidnapping, Hospitalization, Emesis, Cheating, Cults, Misogyny, Sexism, Car Accident, Self-Harm, Acrophobia, Somnophilia, Torture, and Violence. Tropes: Sixteen-Year Age Gap, Enemies to Lovers, Stepmom The activities depicted in this book are not meant to be realistic depictions of BDSM or safe kink play. This is strictly a work of fiction. Dedication There’s a big difference between those who want you and those who will kill for you. Prologue MILES Two years ago “Stuck In My Ways” by Kid Bookie blares from my surround sound speakers, drowning out Christina’s breathy moans. Her ass is arched up as I thrust into her. She falls forward, screaming out my name. Her noises egg me on. The pressure of my orgasm builds in my lower spine. I hook my arm around her waist, pulling her back up onto her hands and knees. “Fuck, yes,” I groan as her pussy clenches around my cock. I’ve only had sex one other time, at school in the girls’ bathroom, and it wasn’t from this angle. Her virgin blood coats my lower abs, easing the friction so I glide more easily. I sink into her, bottoming out. She’s warm and wet for me. Dipping my hand between us, I gather the blood on my fingertips, relishing in the velvet texture. She asked for this, and I was happy to oblige for my own purposes. My bedroom door is wide open, ready for the show to begin. I grab on to her hips to hold her in place before I thrust up into her sweet cunt. Her legs tremble around me, and my balls tighten. It doesn’t last as long as I thought it would. I can’t hold out, but it does the trick. Sweat beads down my face, and I rake my clean hand through my damp hair. When I look up, my stepmom’s face is ghost white in the doorway, and her mouth is agape in horror. “Oh, my god. Oh, my god,” my stepmom screams. “Wade! Come get your son. I’ve had enough of this.” Christina scrambles off my bed, grabbing her discarded clothes off my floor. Her blonde hair is knotted and wavy from all the foreplay we’ve been doing this weekend. She turns to me, eyes the size of saucers. “You told me they would be out till Monday,” she hisses. “Yeah, I lied,” I smart off, waving at my stepmom with the blood of a virgin coating my fingers and giving them a wiggle. My stepmom continues to stand in the doorway with her face twisted in disgust. Good, now maybe she will fucking leave. My lips stretch into a grin, hoping this will be the moment that breaks her. I don’t even bother getting