Page 68 of Where's Molly

“Cage, stop it!” she snaps, digging her heels into the wet grass when I shove her toward her house.

When she continues to fight, I scoop her up and throw her over my shoulder with a frustrated snarl.

“Walk away from me one more fucking time, Molly, and I’ll make sure you can’t walk at all.”

“Don't you dare threaten me, asshole,” she snaps.

While she sends her little fists flying into my back, I send the flat of my palm directly onto her plump ass.

“You dick!” she screeches as the loud slap reverberates into the cool night air.

A dark laugh unleashes from my throat, my muscles tightening with the need to punish her.

“Seems to me that’s exactly what you need right now.”

She huffs out an affronted sound and sends a hand diving into the back of my jeans to grab ahold of the waistband of my briefs, her threat clear.

I narrow my eyes as I climb her wooden porch steps.

“I’d just love to know what you think that’s going to accomplish. If it’s anything other than my cock shoved down your throat, you’re sadly mistaken.”

“You won’t have a cock if I pull hard enough and cut off the circulation.”

Completely unrealistic, but I let her have her little tantrum while I carry her into her house. All the while, she continues to threaten me, likely growing angrier by my lack of concern over a possible atomic wedgie. It’d probably hurt—woulddefinitelypiss me off—but it wouldn’t make me drop her like she’s hoping for.

She’s made me into this, and now she has to fucking live with it.

“Cage, I swear to God, if you don’t let me go, I will call Legion—”

“Don’t make me find that faceless fucker and kill him,” I snap. “He may have saved you before, but he sure as fuck can’t save you now.”

She growls at me, pounding on my back again. “Just let me go, and then we can talk like mature fucking adults!”

“Oh no, baby, you had that chance when you decided to run away rather than fall in love with me. Now, we do it my way.”

She sputters for a moment, astonished. “Fall in lo—what are you talking about, you psycho? Just let me go!”

I smack my palm against her ass a second time, evoking another sharp gasp, but that was only a warning this time. Next, I slip my thumb between her clenched thighs and firmly press where her clit is.

She goes completely still.

“Stop it. Right now.” Her voice is shaky, and those words are standing on grounds being ripped apart by an earthquake. But it isn’t fear saturating her tone like she’d have me believe. The heat between her legs and nails digging into my leather jacket gives her true feelings away.

I can’t help but smirk, rubbing tight little circles through her jeans as I head down the hallway directly ahead and toward her bedroom at the very end.

Little stuttered breaths sneak past her lips, though she tries to contain them, only for her throat to betray her and make a sound of its own.

She can’t escape the pleasure any more than she can escape me. If I allowed it, she’d sooner rip her heart from my chest to steal it back, but unfortunately for her, she doesn’t even realize I have it yet.

And I would never let her take away something so fucking precious.

But fuck, there’s no denying that it’s fun when she tries.

I toe open her door, revealing her bed with an olive green duvet, more distressed furniture, and artful pieces hung on the cream walls.

Standing at the end of her bed, I slide her down my body until I have her legs hooked around my hips.

She’s glaring at me with glittering uncut emeralds, polished until her frustration is evident. Her bottom lip is slightly pouted, and her freckled cheeks are reddened with anger, brightening the white teeth imprint below her right eye.

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