Page 13 of My Captive's Heart
Oh.
My.
God.
I fucked my boyfriend’s dad.
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.
Iconned and lured her to the cornfield and ravaged her lithe body.Isnatched her off the street.Imade 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 accepta 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.
