Page 14 of My Captive's Heart
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.
“Neitherthatnor theconversationwas 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 undermyroof you discussed it.”
Her lips part in indignation. Blinking, she sputters, “This i-isn’t you.”
“Itisme, 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 believehe 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?”
