I nudge apart her legs, enough so I can run my fingers up her thigh and tease her wet cunt’s entrance.
Somewhere a voice is cawing on about tits, Zulus, and how fucking brilliant this is.
I want her to come fast. No, I want her to be tortured by my touch, I want her teetering on the edge, her body succumbing to me.
This girl is everything, from that sweet taste of her, to her wicked mouth and shining inner light.
Right now, all I want is her filling my mouth so I lick into her as much as I can, sliding my tongue up to her clit and the damn bird shouts, “Going down! Going down!”
“Oh, my God, oh, God…” She pants, trembling as her orgasm builds.
I use my fingers slightly faster now, curling them as I fuck her with my tongue and suck harder on her clit.
She bucks, her pussy crushing my fingers and her juices spurt onto my tongue as she cries out. “Yes!”
But I don’t stop. I keep going and she fights me. It’s too much, I know it is. The tiny throbs in her clit bloom once more, and my other hand wraps around her ass, holding her steady even as she tears at my hair.
I kiss her gently, then slowly remove my fingers as the last tremors pass.
“Fuck, Molly,” I whisper, getting up and pulling her into my arms. “That was…”
“Revenge?” Her voice is strangled. “What do you want from me? I…”
All of her. That’s what I want. I want her to go from her controlling mother and into a life controlled by what and who I am, her by my side, under me, on top of me. Mine. I want her to be mine, and I don’t even know why.
We need to talk, but not right now. I have to find her father for her, fulfill that promise. I don’t give a shit about her mam. Just her.
But any talk will be long, and any fair discussion needs to result in me letting her walk out the door and spreading those pretty wings and seeing how far and high she can fly.
Ihave to let her go.
And right now, I don’t have the space or the time for that discussion. I need to meet my brothers in the study.
“Go to bed, Marlowe.”
Hurt greets me, raw and exposed in her eyes.
“Molly—”
But she stumbles backward.
She opens her mouth, then snaps it closed and turns. She runs up the stairs without a look back and my heart clenches.
“Fuckingeejit,”Pepper says.
“Couldn’t agree more,” I tell him.
I get the gun and make my way to Cal’s study.
The room’s full of smoke, the window open, and Cal hands Roark the cigarette he just took a puff from.
“You took yer time and no, I don’t want to know.” Seamus takes the gun, studying it. “Why the fuck does Marcello want this?”
“Sentimental value?” I shrug. “There must be a reason. Maybe it’s full of diamonds.” I try to laugh at my own joke, but it’s hollow because all I can think of is the closer I come to finding Molly’s father, the closer she is to leaving me.
Going back to her life or moving on with a new one.
I hope she fucking cuts the strings with her mam. I hope she soars high into her own life.
