Page 17 of My Captive's Heart
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?”
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MOLLY
God!Such a loaded question.
I’m torn.
I’m horny.
I’m desperate to feel his cock inside me again.
What is wrong with me?I can’t even pretend he’s Matt with his mask gone.
I’m actually aching to be fucked by my boyfriend’s dad. A sexy and rugged man twice my age. A man who took me against my will and is keeping me hostage in a house in the middle of nowhere. A man who’s lost his goddamn mind. A man I thought I knew.
My ass smarts where his big palms cup my cheeks, sizzling my skin. The sensation is sublime, freeing, and so heavenly. So much better than my wet dreams.
He has me tongue-tied.
Then again… when hasn’t he?
He has this effect on women everywhere with his rugged beauty, larger-than-life presence, and down-to-earth nature. The powerful and brooding sheriff everyone admires.
Would they even believe this side of him?
A part of me believes I’m hallucinating it all.
“I know you do,” he hums, trailing his nose to the hollow in my throat. “One orgasm doesn’t satisfy you. My filthy girl needs two or three before she’s spent.”
I snap my gaze to his blue eyes just as he raises his head.
My heart almost freezes inside my chest at the knowing glint in his stare.
How does he know?
My boyfriend sure doesn’t.
“I caught you running into the bathroom right after you fucked Matt one night,” Mr. Smith replies, his tone seductive and threatening at once. “I heard your little moans, your fingers fucking your pussy, your soft cry as you came.”
Oh Lord!
Shame creeps up to my cheeks.
His gaze darkens, fanning the flames of my mortification. “Another time, right after you both finished and he passed out, I saw you slip your fingers between your thighs and come twice more.”
No, he didn’t.
“I fought so hard not to barge in and bring you pleasure on my tongue, like you deserved.” Crushing my flesh with his grip, he growls, “I became a voyeur of my son’s girlfriend. Do you have any idea how much you’ve tormented me?”
