CHAPTER FORTY MOLLY #2
“I had to go to his home , because that’s where he had taken you.
To another man’s place? I had to ask permission to come and talk to you.
You think I enjoyed that?” His hand smoothed down, sliding between my legs, and I felt him at my entrance.
He circled me, teasing. “I’d come to terms with how I was beginning to care for you and then bam, I’m asking another man to talk to my woman ? ”
My heart spiked. He had—his finger slid inside of me, grinding deep. All the way.
I gasped, my head swimming, as a second finger thrust in. He pulled them out, sliding back in, and he kept thrusting, his mouth nipping at my ear.
“You have an issue, you wait and discuss it with me. You don’t bolt.
Ever. They could’ve taken you.” His whole body was vibrating on those words.
“You think I’m still the guy who wants to use you as bait?
We’re past that. Long past. They shot at you.
Another man had a gun to your head. How many fucking times do you need to get that you don’t leave my side?
Everything changed the second a gun was put to your head.
Everything did. You. Me. Us. This.” He wrapped a firm arm around my stomach and hoisted me in the air, kicking my legs apart.
His fingers pulled out, and his dick surged inside.
I let out a sound at the fullness of him, but then he was moving, and this man was made to fuck me. My soul was purring. In and out. He was riding me, moving up, his hand gripping my thigh, holding me in place so he could pound into me.
He grated against my ear, “I asked if you wanted me to let you go, because for a moment tonight, I thought maybe it would be better for you. Safer for you. I am who I am. I am what I do. Make no mistake, I am the bad guy.” He kept thrusting inside of me, slowing as he grated out, “And I asked you if you wanted to be free, and the look on your face—” He shuddered behind me.
“I can’t do it. I can’t let you go. You’ve become the reason.
You’re no longer the woman I’m going to use to end this war.
You’re the reason for this war because if anyone hurts you, touches you, I’ll kill them. Are you hearing me? All of them.
“I am sick of hearing that another gun was pointed at you, shot at you, or getting calls from another man that you went to instead of me. You only wanted sex between us? Too fucking bad.” His mouth closed over my ear, his teeth grazing my lobe as he shoved so far up, he could’ve been in my stomach.
“Mine, Molly. Do you know what that means?”
I was starting to get it, but I couldn’t talk.
My toes were curling from the pleasure he was giving my body.
He was holding all of my weight. I couldn’t move, didn’t want to. I gasped against the shower wall, the water sliding down my side as he pistoned into me. He was fucking me hard, and it was punishing, but he was cementing one fact.
I wasn’t alone on the feelings factor.
“You are mine.” He grunted, moving back and almost dropping me, but only to turn me around. My legs went around his waist. My arms wound around his neck, my hands into his hair, and then he was back inside of me. Moving deep. “Never run from me again. Do you hear me?”
I heard him. I so heard him. “Never.”
He lifted his head, his eyes searing into mine. “You run and I’ll burn the world down for you.”
A deep shiver went through me, curling my toes up, a good shiver. A delicious shiver.
“No more running.”
He wasn’t asking. He was ordering me.
I nodded, almost unable to talk.
“Promise me, Molly.” He slid out, repositioned me, and slid back in, pushing all the way to the hilt.
I groaned before I squeaked out, “Pinkie.”
That was enough for him.
His mouth caught mine, commanding, and a wave of euphoria ran through me, racing down my spine, to my toes, back up and making my fingers spasm from the sensations.
His tongue caught mine, sweeping, claiming me. I gasped for breath, only to be reclaimed by his lips.
The universe just exploded around us.
Ashton thrust up into me, over and over again. Both of us came together, and even during all of that, as my climax erupted inside of me and left me weak, he still held me and he still kissed me.
He didn’t stop kissing me until later, a long time later.
“Wait.” I lifted my head in bed, moving so I could see him better.
The lights were off. We’d moved from the shower to the bed, and hadn’t left, but the next day’s light was peeking under his window shades.
I didn’t want to fall asleep. I didn’t want the next day to come.
“You have feelings for me too? I want to make sure I got that right.”
Ashton reached over, tweaking my nipple before he growled lightly. “You’re mine.” He rose over me, bracing himself on both sides of my head, his legs moving between my legs, and sliding up, lifting them as his knees parted them. “No more leaving.”
He was back at my entrance.
I’d lost count of how many times I’d had sex with this man over the weekend. It wasn’t natural. We weren’t teenagers anymore, but his mouth caught mine in another soul-engulfing kiss, and he slid inside of me once more.
I sighed, giving in, winding my arms around his neck and pulling his body to rest on mine.
I was glad we’d had that talk.