“Stop that,” he says.
“You stop this,” I snarl. “Put me down.”
People gawk as he carries me out of the dance center, ignoring everyone around us.
“Seriously,” I say. “Put me the fuck down.”
“Do you have a favorite soap?”
“What?”
“Do you? I figure you must, Molly, considering that mouth on you. It’s so filthy it must get a good wash on a daily basis.” Then he laughs.
I curl my hand into a fist and thump it against his muscled back.
He slaps me hard on the ass, and everything in me goes haywire. My head spins as the world flares out and then back in. The sharp, hot pain gives way to a stunning tingling sensation I’d long forgotten. He’s slapped my ass before, and I basically came. Every. Single. Time.
I must be wiggling because he smacks me again, this time in the way that gives maximum tingling edges to the pain, the little jumps of delight, the pools of liquid desire that start to stir in me.
I close my eyes.
Shit. We’re in public.
“Stop, Declan. Please.”
“I’ll stop,” he says, pushing open the doors and striding out into rush hour street traffic. He’s like Moses, and the people the Red Sea. They part for him. I witness it from the back as they close up again. And my entire being quivers at the power he has. “Soon.”
“Now. Stop now.”
“Fuck no,” he says. “And have you escape, Molly girl? C’mon now, I’m no fool.”
He stops, bends down, and tosses me into the back of a car.
“I don’twant to go with you.”
He slams the door shut, then gets in the driver’s seat as I struggle to sit up. “Too bad, because that’s what you’re doing.”
“Where?”
“You’ll see,” he says, starting the motor.
I grab the door handle, but of course, it’s locked. “Over my dead body.”
“Hopefully,” he says, “it won’t come to that. But at this point, I wouldn’t rule it out.”
FIVE
declan
Torin stares at me.Seamus gets up, stomps out of the study, and Callahan reaches for his cigarettes.
“You did what?” Torin asks.
I sigh, flopping down as Clawzilla pours himself off the back of the sofa and into a ball of black fur on my stomach. I pet him. I love how liquid he is, how he can ooze and stretch in any direction.
“I said, I might’ve gone and kidnapped a lass.”
“That’s what I thought you said.” Torin turns and looks at Cal who just puts the cigarette between his lips but doesn’t light it.
