Page 69 of Where's Molly

She may be ferocious, but she’s not very intimidating when she’s cradled in my arms and my palms are cupping her ass.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I murmur, completely enraptured by this woman. Christ, the things I’d do for herandto her. It’s fucking limitless.

“You’re being incredibly disrespectful right now,” she snips.

My stare drifts to those plump lips that are just begging for me to bite them. “I haven’t even begun to disrespect you yet, baby. But my God, how I look forward to it.”

Her eyes narrow into thin slits, though her cheeks flush brighter.

“We can’t be together, Cage,” she states firmly, but once again, her words are brittle.

“Why’s that?” I ask casually, still studying every inch of her face.

“B-because! I said so! I’m better off alone.”

I offer my dry gaze for all of two seconds, ensuring she can see just how weak of an excuse that was.

We both know she doesn’t have a truly good reason other than her being scared.

She huffs. “Maybe I just don’t want a relationship. Is that not a valid enough reason? Do my feelings not matter?”

She’s glancing away, unable to keep her stare hooked to mine now.

Running. She’s running as we fucking speak. And that irritates me.

It’s my turn to narrow my eyes, a disgruntled growl building in my chest. Instead of answering, I toe off my boots and climb onto the bed, dropping her flat on her back with a startled exhale.

She attempts to scramble away, but I’ve already anticipated her move and have her wrists pinned above her head before she can make it two inches.

Stray curls fall over her face, and she pants from below me, seething at me with a fire that rivals the heat emanating from her pretty little cunt.

“You’re scared, and I get that. You’ve been alone nearly your entire life and don’t know what it feels like to have someone takecare of you. Fine, we can work through that.” Then, I lower my voice, ensuring she can see just how fucking serious I am. “But what I will not do is allow you to run from me.”

I lean down until my lips are a hairsbreadth away from hers, her breath warming my face in short bursts.

“Don’t worry, little ghost. I’m going to teach you how to spend forever with me.”

She blinks up at me with widened eyes filled with bewilderment.

“You’re crazy,” she breathes.

“About you,” I correct. “I’m crazy about you.”

“You barely know me.”

“I know you better than you know yourself,” I retort, my stare drifting back down to her pink mouth. “I don’t need to know your favorite color to know that I was the first man to make you feel good in your own body.”

That pouty bottom lip curls between her straight teeth, and I can’t help the burn of jealousy.Iwant to bite it.

“Do you think it's better for me to know if you prefer bacon over sausage in the morning or that you’ve fought like fucking hell to get to where you are and would eat both just because you can?”

She cocks a brow. “You think I eat pigs for breakfast?”

The corners of my lips tip up, and my voice drops into a whisper. “I think you’d eat it right in front of them because you enjoy the morbidity of it just as much as chopping up dead people as their food.”

“I think you’re searching for things to love, but eventually, you’re going to realize that I was never meant to be happy, and you’re only wasting your time.”

My chest tightens at the sorrow in her eyes, and the burning desire to fix it is insatiable. I will never know peace for as long as Molly Devereaux is sad.

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