Chapter 10
TEN
ALEXANDER
Fixing my Molly a plate of breakfast with all of her favorite food and a cup of black coffee, I carry the tray to her room in the basement.
She should be up by now.
I pushed her too far last night. The adrenaline and the spooky atmosphere brought out my animalistic side. One she thoroughly enjoyed.
Today, I intend to give her body a rest.
She’s fast asleep under the covers. I had slipped the hoodie off her after she passed out from the orgasm. Sleeping with her against my chest all night long was the best sleep I’ve ever had in my entire life.
I felt whole.
Setting the tray on the nightstand, I sit beside her and brush away the strands clinging to her cheek and forehead. At my caress, the slight frown between her brows vanishes. She leans into my palm, spreading warmth through my chest.
If only she didn’t fight me with every breath while she were awake.
Once she’s up, I know I’m in for a fiery rainstorm.
As though she can sense my presence, she shifts onto her back, pushing the blanket to her waist. Her heavy breasts fill my sight. Under my attention, her pink little nipples pucker into hard points.
I clench and unclench my fists to restrain myself from flicking them with my tongue. Despite fucking her countless times, I’ve yet to explore every curve of her body.
Such a damn shame. One I’ll rectify soon.
Stroking her cheek with my knuckle, I murmur, “Wake up, little bird.”
Attuned to my commanding voice, her long eyelashes flutter open, bewitching me with her striking green eyes. As inviting and soulful as a lush forest.
They soften upon seeing me, sending my pulse racing.
I keep quiet to make the serenity last for as long as possible. But as awareness sets in, her pupils widen and she backs away from me, breaking my heart.
I wish she would stop being in denial.
Or is it me chasing a fantasy?
Have I gone blind?
Am I truly traumatizing her by keeping her with me?
A voice deep inside me screams I’m on the right path.
She doesn’t belong with Matt. If she truly did, she would’ve slapped me and not begged for my cock.
She sure as heck would’ve run when I left the room to bring her diary.
Instead, she lay right where I left her.
I swear I saw her forlorn expression like seeing me hurt brought her pain too.
I also remember the lingering glances she sent my way when she thought I didn’t reciprocate her feelings over the years. It was her age and the fact that she was friends with my son that stopped me from acting on my feelings.
Had I known she felt our connection as strongly as I did, or years later she’d start dating Matt, I would’ve confessed my love and made her my wife.
Molly Wyler is my endgame.
The moment she says yes to being mine, I’m proposing to her. I’m not wasting another day.
To do that, I need to come up with a plan fast.
I need more days and nights with her to convince her we’re made for each other.
“I made you breakfast,” I softly say, not reaching for her to give her some much-needed space. “Your favorite. Pancakes with chocolate syrup and blueberries.”
“Quite a feast for your captive, Mr. Smith,” she sasses.
It takes all my willpower to keep my eyes fixed on her face because the little brat doesn’t cover her tits.
“Or is it a bribe, so I say yes to being your girlfriend?”
“Wife.” Her breath hitches at my correction. “The moment you say yes, I’m driving us to the nearest courthouse and marrying you.”
“D-don’t joke like that, Alexander.”
“This isn’t a game to me, Molly. Or a plot to get my dick wet. You’re the woman with whom I want to spend the rest of my life with. Build a loving home with a house full of our kids, who look just like us and have your fiery streak and strength. I’m in this for the long haul.”
She swallows, rendered stunned and speechless.
“Do you want a shower first?” I switch the topic. When she keeps staring at me mutely, I rise and round the bed to her side. Sliding one arm underneath her knees and the other behind her back, I pick her up and carry her to the bathroom.
Setting her on her feet in the shower stall, I tilt her face up and press a soft kiss against her lips and her forehead. “I was rough last night. I’ll take care of you now.”
She stares at my chest as I pull my black tee over my head. When I unbutton my jeans and remove them until I’m as naked as her, she bites her lip.
It’s hot because she does it unintentionally.
Keeping her close with an arm around her waist, I reach around and turn on the showerhead. The water rains down on us, jolting her out of her reverie. I expect her to pull away, but she doesn’t, surprising me.
I take it as a small win.
Sliding her hair over her shoulders, I let my gaze wander down her stunning body, studying and memorizing every delicate inch. Full breasts, a flat belly that flares out into a curvy waist, and hips that bear my fingerprints. There are whisker burns on the inside of her thighs.
My marks on her make me go feral, puffing my chest out with pride.
Grabbing the bodywash off the shelf, I squirt some on my palm. I begin lathering her from her shoulders and moving down to her arms. As the scent of jasmine permeates the air, she frowns and whips her head toward the shelf.
“I bought the brand you love, little bird.”
“How did you…?” She trails off, peering up at me.
“The how doesn’t matter, what matters is that I know everything about you.
” A ruby hue darkens her cheeks as my fingers move to her breasts, kneading and soaping them.
Desire coats her face as she watches my hands drift to her wet heat, slipping between her folds to cleanse her.
“I set this bedroom up with you in mind, little bird. From the color of the walls to your clothes in the wardrobe. As much as you want to paint me as a monster who snatched you and took you to his lair in the dead of the night, my intentions are far from malicious.”
“You can’t keep me here forever.” Her voice is like a breeze at a waterfall.
“Can’t I?”
“Matt will be searching for me after he realizes I’ve gone missing.”
“Who do you think he’s going to run to when he does?” Her throat bobs nervously. “Nobody would ever suspect me. The town’s respectable sheriff. Even if someone says it, everyone will laugh it off.”
“Aren’t you afraid of going to prison after you get caught? Because there’s no way you won’t be.”
“It would be worth it,” I answer with a smile.
“What about your son? Have you thought about what this’ll do to him?”
Her accusation turns my blood to ice in my veins. “I’m choosing you.”
“Well, I’m never choosing you, Mr. Smith.” Stepping back, she says, “Yes, I’ll admit I had a big crush on you when I was younger. It might have turned into more had we acted on it. But those are what-ifs. It’s in the past.”
Even as she hurls those gut-wrenching words at me, she doesn’t shove my hands away that span her waist. I yank her to my chest, letting the suds cover my skin.
“If you can’t give me forever, then give me this week,” I utter, despite the words tasting like lead in my mouth. “We both know Matt doesn’t satisfy you in bed, so let me fulfill your deepest, darkest cravings. You can go back to him once the seven days are up. He never has to know.”
“I’ll know,” she furiously retorts.
“If you want to be set free, this is the price.” Her jaw goes slack. I close it with the tip of my finger under her chin. “I’m a manipulative monster, remember?”
“I think you’re worse.”
“What’s it going to be, my beautiful captive?”
“Do I have a choice, captor?” she huffs.
“I still want to hear if we have a deal.”
She juts her chin out. “Deal.”
“Good girl.”
Shifting us under the stream of water, I wash her body. As I massage the sore spots, she tries to stifle the pleased sighs but fails. Turning her around, I pay equal attention to her long and silky tresses. The color is so pretty and rich like red wine.
Her enjoyment is visible in the way she leans into my fingers. After I rinse her hair off with the second showerhead, I tilt her head back with a hand around her throat. Half-mast eyes stare up at me, the water droplets clinging to her eyelashes hypnotically.
For all my supposed cruelty, she sure loves it, acts like she can’t get enough of it.
It’s her mind that’s manipulating her into spilling lies.
There is no what-if about how much she still craves me.
Stroking over her pulse, I growl, “I’ll have full command over your body, Molly. I tell you to fall to your knees, you kneel. I tell you to bend over, you bend. I ask you to suck my cock, you open your mouth. Whenever I crave a fuck, you spread your legs. Understand?”
Nothing but my grip holds her up.
“Yes, Alexander,” she says hoarsely.
“Now.” Flipping her around, I shove her against the wall and drop to my knees. “Do you need your pussy licked by Daddy?”
She gives in with a soft, “I do.”
Her cries echo around us a minute later.