Chapter 6
SIX
marlowe
White hot fury burns my veins, setting off a roaring in my ears. My blood bubbles and pounds.
“What did you say?”
“We’re going to pretend to be married. Then you and I being together all the time won’t ever be questioned.”
Fuck. No. “Leon. I need to find him.”
“Molly?” Declan leans in close, and something in me stutters and short circuits. “No more bad news boyfriend.”
I don’t bother trying to set the record straight, that Leon’s only my friend and not my boyfriend.
He’s harmless and just wants to help. Not that Declan would care, anyway.
He’s a beast, a monster, a man who’s somehow tricked my mother into buying into this bullshit.
And if this sham is happening, she must have fallen for it.
Then again, it is my mother. No real shock there. If I’m locked up out of the way, even if it’s in some fake marriage, then she’ll be happy. She’s dropped hints before, but…Declan? Wouldn’t he be the thing she’s trying to keep me away from?
“I’m not marrying you,” I spit.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, Molly. Marrying you for real is the last thing on my list.”
I glare at him. “Can you untie me?”
Of course, he doesn’t even make a move toward the ties.
“Declan, please? I don’t…I don’t want this.”
“It’s for show, Molly girl. It’s easier to keep you safe this way.”
I swallow. Hard. “And how are you going to do that? By keeping me caged up? Besides Mom won’t allow this. She’ll want to sell me to the highest bidder.”
This time, he dips his head and kisses my thigh, melting down my bones. “She is doing that. This is fake, like I said. Things will be signed, you know how it goes.”
I don’t and I squirm, wanting to throw him off. I need to think, to breathe, and him right here, sliding up the dress, mouth on my thigh, makes it impossible to do anything but feel.
“Stop.”
He lifts his head and slides his fingers up higher and higher, and he stops, right at the moment I remember.
I’m not wearing panties.
They were sweaty, wet with juices. So gross. I stripped them off, did a quick wash, and since the dress isn’t overly short, I thought…
Breath burning in my throat, I look down.
Declan’s not looking at me anymore.
He’s staring at my pussy.
“You unwrapped yourself, just for me.” He takes my hips and tugs them forward until I’m on the edge of the chair and everything throbs and beats with blood and need.
“No. I didn’t…”
But I’m not sure he’s listening. He runs a finger lightly along my slit, making me jump and bite back a moan as a lightning bolt made of pure pleasure shoots through me. “So fucking pretty, Molly.”
And he draws what feels like a heart above my clit.
“Don’t touch me.”
He stops, but says, “You say that, but that pretty pussy leaves the chair, hips thrusting to me. Like your body knows what it wants.”
“My body’s an idiot.”
“Aw, now, Molly. If it wants me, I think it’s a genius.”
My skin is both hot and cold because while he’s not touching my pussy, his fingers trail my thighs and I’m still shaking. I thrust up as much as I can because it doesn’t matter what my mouth says, I want him. I want all the things he never gave me.
“You suck,” I say, pushing the words out. “My boyfriend’s better than you. Bigger dick.”
But Declan just laughs. “Oh, Molly, insulting my dick isn’t gonna hurt me.
I know my worth. We never even had sex. And here you are, dripping like you’re hungry for me.
We both know there’s no boyfriend.” He comes up, fingers dangerously close and not close enough.
“As good as I am, I don’t think you’re disloyal, so you’d stick to a real boyfriend, no matter how vanilla his cock actually is. ”
“Because I’m not a cheat like you.”
He bites my ear, his tongue circling high, making me gasp and moan and squirm. “I don’t cheat, Marlowe.”
He does. He did. And the fact he doesn’t think that is so hurtful I turn from him, as much as I can.
“Maybe you’ve just got a big mouth.” Declan nudges me back. “Molly girl, you fucked me over. By having me arrested.”
“I’m glad.”
“You can try to lie to me, to drive me mad, to piss me off, but we’re doing this.”
“No one’s going to believe us.”
“Sure they will. You’re panting for me.”
“And you’re full of yourself.”
“I know what I bring to the table.”
“And what’s my worth to you?”
He gives me a darkly wicked look as his fingers brush against my bare, wet flesh again. I gasp, eyes fluttering shut as he parts my flesh, dipping into me, fingers curling as he does so.
I shudder and shake, and when he touches my clit, I almost scream from the contact.
“You need to earn your worth with me, and you’re starting from way down there, near the bottom.”
“As are you.”
His fingers move in me, plunging deep then curling as they slide back out. The pressure in my clit is throbbing hard, like it needs something. It needs him. His heat.
And as he keeps up the strokes inside me, my pussy clenching around him, I want more.
It doesn’t matter how I feel. Sex is sex, and this isn’t even that. Just stolen pleasure. Something that needs to be finished so I can forget him.
“You say all these words, Molly, spitting fire at me, but your body whispers sweet, filthy nothings to me. You’re sucking at my fingers, little ripples that invite me in. And I realize, in everything we ever did, I never did this.”
“What?” The word’s ragged as it comes out. Is he going to try to fuck me on the chair?
We’ve fooled around, he’s sucked my breasts, felt me up, fingered me to orgasm after orgasm, slipped a finger in my ass as he’s gotten me off.
And in the bathroom on my knees, I took him in my mouth, gave him a blowjob.
He came, and I loved it. I’m sure I wasn’t good, but he wanted more, because the next time I tried, he barely resisted.
I never did. I wanted to have sex with him.
I wanted…I wanted to hear every word he whispered to me.
All those sweet promises of soon when it came to sex.
The slick, lying bastard told me he’d take me somewhere for our first time, that he wasn’t taking me in a club or a car. Even though I begged, he said he wanted it to be special. And I…
I believed him.
But he never even went down on me. Topher did that. I liked it because it was nice, but—
Oh. My. God.
Rivulets of desire burst into a deluge as his tongue touches my inner thigh and he licks up, along my outer lips.
“S-stop.”
He does and my heart turns. If I could hit him, I would. But my hands, like my feet are tied.
And I’d be lying if I pretended not being able to move made this terrible. It makes it hot. Filthy. Something I think I need.
Just like when he’d touch me in public, on the dance floor, all that made me burn hot.
“Is that ‘stop’ as in ‘stop?’ Or ‘stop’ as in I want it?”
I keep my mouth shut, and close my eyes, sliding forward as much as I can, on offer to him. What I don’t want to do is say it. But he doesn’t touch me.
“Molly,” he murmurs.
I open my eyes. “Fuck you.”
“Now?”
“I hate you, Declan.”
“I know, sweet Molly girl, but I asked you if you wanted me to stop or keep going…”
The thing is, if he doesn’t do what I think he’s going to do, then I might lose my ever-loving mind. So I grit my teeth and push out the words.
“Do it, you prick.”
He closes his lips around my clit, tonguing me as his fingers start to work in a slow rhythm with his mouth.
Oh, God, oh God… I never… This… The breath swoops into me on a high, making me tingle and the sensations his tongue blooms inside of me.
I never slept with Topher. We stopped seeing each other not long after the date that ended with us naked and touching each other. I just…couldn’t…
He liked me. Was nice to me. Still is.
We’re friends and dance partners. He respects me.
And now here I am, coming apart at the hands of a man who doesn’t respect me at all. Who isn’t nice, who doesn’t even like me.
For this man, I’d claw the clothes off my own body, then his.
I’d devour him.
“Oh, sweet Lord…” The words are a moan I can’t control. I ripple with need and desire. I throb with a glorious pleasure that curls in and hungers for me.
He sucks and licks, his teeth the lightest most gorgeous scrape, and my body starts to come apart. There’s an exquisite high note that makes me fly and then a deep beat starts within. It’s too much, it’s not enough.
I shatter, shaking an orgasm that bowls through me and he slowly fingers me some more, sucking light on my clit until I’m twitching. Then he withdraws. Pushes back in, massaging on the outside of my clit with his thumb. I jump and twitch and clench as he wrings the last drops from me.
Finally, he stops, pulls his fingers free, lightly bites my inner thigh causing another sliver of pleasure to penetrate me.
“Fucking delicious, Molly girl.”
He stands and walks away. As I come back to Earth, there’s an itch so much deeper than the one he scratched, something needing to be fed and I want…I don’t know… More. Something else?
Him to…to what?
I suck in my breath, and shut that thought trail down.
Somewhere behind me water runs, and when he comes back, he isn’t looking at my face, he’s—
“Cover me and let me go,” I say, pushing the words with as much harshness that I can muster.
He sighs, then flips the dress back down. “You know, one of the reasons I kissed you in the car was to sell your mother on you misbehaving, getting out there, meeting up with that Liam guy—”
“Leon.”
He shrugs. “Liam’s too good a name for the bastard, if y’ask me. But I wanted you mussed up, like I’d saved your virginity.”
I jerk in my chair. How does he know I’m a virgin? I never told him.
He studies me, eyes narrowed as he puts his hands on either side of my shoulders on the chair. “But I didn’t count on just how cold your mother is.”
“We don’t get along. She doesn’t like me much.” My lips twist. “I’ve always been closer with my dad.”
“Self-serving is how I’d describe her.”
My shoulders hunch. Pretty much on target there. “Untie me, please.”