Chapter 6
SIX
ALEXANDER
Molly shakes like a leaf.
If my treacherous dick wasn’t already hard, it would’ve become at the scandalized look on her magnificent face.
There’s no need for words.
She reads the truth plain as day in my eyes.
I conned and lured her to the cornfield and ravaged her lithe body. I snatched her off the street. I made her my captive.
Exactly the way she desired deep inside her heart.
The heart that belongs to my son.
The precious and wicked heart that I want to possess forever.
It’s only fair since she possesses mine. She has from the very first time I met her eight years ago. However, she was too young, only eighteen, for me to act on my feelings. By the time I was desperate to, she was with Matt.
There are no words to describe how it wrecked me to know she was off-limits.
How I’ve been living these past few years.
I always thought they’d break up, secretly wishing and praying they would, going as far as encouraging my son to accept a job offer in another state. However, the quality I admired the most in Molly became my downfall.
“Tell me it isn’t true,” she whispers, aghast.
I bend to press my mouth against her ear, whispering, “Do you not feel me between your thighs?”
The wet heat of her tight cunt is immortalized in my mind. So are her sweet cries, ecstatic moans, and pleading whimpers. Her goddamn fight as she played the helpless victim.
I don’t recognize the man she’s turned me into.
Reduced me into a monster willing to cross every line to make her his.
I had no choice.
The clock is ticking.
“Why?” she asks.
“Because I’ve decided your fantasies are mine to fulfill.”
I didn’t think her green eyes could go any rounder, but they do. It makes her look innocent, which she’s not. Molly is all sass and bite. Opinionated and voracious. A diva. An exquisite firecracker.
“It was you!” she gasps. “Your shadow that I saw when…”
“When what?” I feign confusion.
Color dots her high cheekbones. “Saw me… us… Matt and… watched…”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” I’ve caught her and Matt fucking many times over the years. Heard them through the walls even more. Each time was a stab in my heart.
It was impossible to avoid since they lived in my house. Any time she would come over to stay, I made sure to make myself scarce.
Molly enjoys sex.
A need my idiot son doesn’t realize or satisfy because often, it’s her who initiates it.
“Neither that nor the conversation was for you to eavesdrop on, Mr. Smith,” she utters low, her cheeks staining red.
I bite back a smile at the flash of her signature feistiness. “The walls have ears, Molly. Besides, I have every right since it’s under my roof you discussed it.”
Her lips part in indignation. Blinking, she sputters, “This i-isn’t you.”
“It is me, little bird.” I bring a hand to collar her throat, tipping her head to rest against my chest. “I never let it show.”
I feel her nervous swallow beneath my palm.
It excites me.
“Why would you do this, Mr. Smith? I’m with your son,” she reasons. My fingers involuntarily tighten around her neck. “I’m not yours to… yours to…”
“Fuck?” The blush on her face deepens. “After tonight, you are.”
“This is wrong!”
“Then I’ll keep you here until you feel it’s right.”
“You’re the sheriff. You’re supposed to be the protector, not the predator or criminal you put behind bars.”
“I didn’t bring you here to harm you,” I murmur. “Quite the opposite.”
She trembles again, gaze becoming heavy-lidded before she shakes it off. “I’m not a cheater. I love Matt. It was supposed to be him.”
Jealousy and pain that I constantly live with rears its ugly head. I snarl, “It was never supposed to be him.”
“He’s my boyfriend.”
“Ex-boyfriend.”
“You don’t get to decide that.”
“You aren’t meant to be his. You two aren’t even compatible.” Ire and doubt flash in her pretty eyes. “Do you honestly believe he would’ve fucked you like I did? He wouldn’t have come close to fulfilling your dark fantasy the way you craved.”
“Exactly. A fantasy!” she shouts, twisting around to jab a finger in my chest. “Make-believe. Role-play. What you’ve done is reprehensible and a crime! A breach of my trust and a violation of my body.”
“You followed me of your own free will.”
“Because I thought you were Matt.”
“Did you really?” I drawl. “You never had an inkling… a hint… a voice whispering in your head that maybe it wasn’t him?
My son treats you like a porcelain doll all the time, despite your sweet begging for the opposite.
He wouldn’t change overnight. A part of you knows it too, but is refusing to admit. ”
Not acknowledging the truth, she demands, “You are going to let me the fuck go.”
“No.”
She lurches back. “Are you insane?”
“To win you, I’m willing to be.”
Her eyelashes flutter at the flash of possessiveness and madness on my face. Her fate dawns on her and she lashes out, shoving me back.
And failing epically.
“Ugh,” she growls. “You cannot kidnap me.”
“I already have.” I twirl a lock of her silky hair. “Can’t do it twice now, can I?”
“Don’t you hear how deranged you sound?”
I smile.
If she’s insulting me, then she’s not afraid of me. It’s the last emotion I want her to feel toward me.
“Take me home, Mr. Smith.”
“Not until you say yes to being mine.”
Her breath hitches. “Be yours?”
“Yes, little bird.” I cup her chin. “Mine.”
“No.” Defiance drips from her husky tone. “You got your wish. You had me once. Now set me free.”
“Once can never be enough with you.” Slipping my palm to her delicate throat, I push her against the wall and press my front flush against hers. Tilting her head back, I brush my lips over hers, rasping, “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you again. That you’ve never wanted me.”
Her mouth opens, but the denial doesn’t come out.
It’s all the opening I need.
I fuse my lips with hers.
Swallowing her shocked cry, I thrust my tongue inside her mouth and taste her sweetness. Eight years, I’ve waited and yearned to kiss her. It’s nothing short of being brought back to life. Or dying and entering heaven.
Our tongues meet.
Moaning, she flicks and swirls hers before coming to her senses that she’s kissing me back. Before she was melting against my chest, now she turns rigid. Punching me with her small fists, she tries to push me away.
I kiss her harder.
A coppery tang fills my mouth when she bites my tongue. My lips curl against her, yet I keep ravaging her plump lips until she has no choice but to savor the blood that she drew.
A treacherous and needy moan escapes her.
Rough domination is what my woman craves.
Slanting her head, I suck her fat bottom lip and kiss her deeper. I coax her with teasing flicks and nips to kiss me back. Caressing her cheek, I tangle and roll my tongue around with hers. Defiance melting like honey, she opens her mouth wider.
Hope ignites that I’ll win her soon.
Trailing one hand to the hem of my hoodie she’s wearing, I sneak it inside, tracing the soft skin of her inner thigh. The closer I get, the hotter she burns. Moisture beads on my cockhead when a trickle of wetness greets my fingers before I even reach her pussy.
Ending the kiss with a harsh pant, I keep her pinned to the glass wall.
Her eyes are squeezed shut.
That just won’t do.
She isn’t pretending we aren’t happening.
Spreading her thighs apart, I raise my palm and smack her slit. With a pained yelp, her lashes flutter open, locking on mine. They’re glazed over with desire from the spank.
I give her another.
Pleasure swarms her stunning features.
Fuck! She needs it badly.
“You like this, naughty girl?” I taunt— Spank. “Do you want to be punished for being a bad girl?” Spank. “Turn around and lift the hoodie.”
Conflict shines in her pretty green eyes. A war raging between lustful need and loyalty to a man she thinks she loves.
I rub her swollen folds, dipping the tip of my finger between them. “You can pretend you don’t want this, little bird.” I gather her arousal, painting it over her clit. “That I’m giving you no choice.”
I allow her one concession because it won’t be long before she begs to be mine.
Accepting that she and I belong together.
“Make me the bad guy.”
“You are a bad guy.”
“Bad guys fuck better.” Flicking her bundle of nerves, I coax, “Let me give you what you need.”
“Why don’t you take it like you did before?”
“You think I won’t?”
She bites the inside of her cheek, glancing away.
Her nervous tell.
“Oh, Molly.” Dropping my hand, I slide it into her hair and tilt her face up to mine.
Her pupils dilate at the harsh grip. “Haven’t I proven I’m willing to cross every line to possess you?
Which part wasn’t convincing? When I pretended to be your boyfriend?
When I railed you in the dirt? Or when I drugged and stole you? ”
Shivers break out on her skin.
Whipping her around, I yank the hoodie up, baring her round ass. I smooth my palm over one cheek, caressing and kneading the flesh.
She squirms, fighting hard not to arch against my hand. Practically dancing on her tiptoes.
My life’s sole mission to please and give her everything she needs, I lift my palm and bring it down in a harsh spank.
“Oh god!” she moans, arching against my touch beautifully.
“Believe me now, pretty girl?” I don’t wait for her answer and slap her other cheek. “Consider this a lesson to never follow a stranger at night.”
Looking over her shoulder, she glares at me.
I hide my smirk, keeping my expression stern.
Massaging the sore spot, I slap her ass again. Hard. And again. And again. Until her skin is a bright red with my handprint.
She does deserve to be punished for her reckless behavior tonight.
She should’ve been smarter and listened to her gut instinct.
She should’ve second-guessed the moment I coaxed her to come out when it went right against the plan she and Matt came up with.
I was both fuming and ecstatic when she came out through the back alley.
No, I don’t give a flying fuck about being a hypocrite. I knew I was going to break the laws I swore to abide by tonight. However, Molly isn’t a woman you let slip by.
I saw my chance and took it.
I have no regrets.
Nonetheless, I’m going to make sure she never pulls a stunt like this again. Oh, we’re definitely going to act out every fantasy she secretly yearns for, but without putting herself in danger. I’ll guard and cherish my girl with my life.
Molly pants, head lowered.
A submissive haze darkens her eyes when I tilt her face. A flush coloring those high cheekbones. Turning her around, I hoist her up. Her legs automatically wrap around my waist as I grip her ass possessively.
Unzipping my fly, I yank out my cock. Dipping my face, I nuzzle my nose against hers. “Do you want to come around my dick again, little bird?”