Page 29 of Where's Molly

He was beautiful nine years ago, but now, he’s otherworldly. Surely, a mirage I’ve constructed in my brain after too many years of isolation. His body is made up of muscles packed beneath tattooed flesh. Solid, but lean. A perfect combination that creates a masterpiece da Vinci fucking wishes he had invented.

He reaches forward and brushes his thumb gently over the teeth prints on my cheekbone.

“I have a feeling you shouldn’t be alive. Yet here you are.” His stare is affectionate, though it borders on obsession. “And I’m so fucking lucky that you are.”

I don’t know if I’d ever consider myself lucky, but at this moment, I think I feel the same.

Then, he's tugging on the belt around my neck and roughly hauling me back into his chest. I gasp, my brain slow to process as my body conforms to his demands without thought. The pressure of his palm against my lower back follows, encouraging it to bow until I'm curved into a perfect C, my ass and the crown of my head pressed against him. His other hand cups the underside of my jaw, keeping me firmly in place.

He stares down at me with a savage expression, his mouth poised above mine.

“I love how easily you bend for me.”

“Just don't expect me to break,” I counter breathlessly.

He hums, as if that's yet to be determined. “But that's my favorite part,” he croons against my lips.

His cock teases my entrance, slipping through my pussy with ease.

“Are you on birth control?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “Though you should’ve asked sooner in case I wasn’t.”

He chuckles wickedly. “I still wouldn’t have cared.”

Before I can muster a response, he's pushing inside me. My mouth drops open, and he’s licking my bottom lip, the act nearly as erotic as him splitting me in half. I'm trembling in his hold, and when he's halfway in, he pauses.

“Can't take it?” he asks devilishly.

“N—”

He drives himself completely inside me, not bothering to wait for my answer.

A choked scream greets his savage smile, burning pain at being stretched so suddenly taking over for a moment. But then he begins to roll his hips, and I'm reminded why he was impossible to forget after one night.

“I forgot to mention, you don't have a choice.” He places a sweet kiss on my lips, something that would be a direct contrast to his words had it not felt condescending.

“Asshole,” I choke out, though the word is weak as he easily dominates my pussy. My attention is already hyper-fixating on the intense pleasure radiating from between my thighs.

“Careful with the words that fall out of your mouth, baby. I might get confused and claim that, too.”

“You wouldn't,” I growl.

Hepauses again, and his expression portrays utter conviction.

“I would do anything to show you that you're mine.”

Somewhere between the beginning of his statement and the end, my heart worked its way inside my throat. I'm unable to speak or swallow, only stare at him in shock, for which he takes as confirmation to keep going as if he didn't just rock me to my core.

I blink, and he's fucking me again, tightening the belt around my throat until black spots swarm my vision, though careful not to cut off my oxygen completely.

This time, he sets a steady yet thorough pace, ensuring to watch my reactions closely. Within half a minute, he's targeted a sensitive spot inside me and focuses on stroking right there until my eyes are fluttering.

It shouldn't be so easy for someone to be able to pick me apart like that, but there's not a single inch of me that gives a fuck right now. I wouldn't even be capable if I tried.

“Cage,” I moan, my brows furrowing as the sensations become too intense. I strain against his hold, attempting to curl my hips forward, if only so it gives me a moment to fucking breathe.

“Where’re you going?” he barks, bringing me back to him. Then, he laughs, the sound savage. “Did you really think I couldn’t break you when you can barely take me?” he questions arrogantly.

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