Of course, he doesn’t even make a move toward the ties.
“Declan, please? I don’t…I don’t want this.”
“It’s for show, Molly girl. It’s easier to keep you safe this way.”
I swallow. Hard. “And how are you going to do that? By keeping me caged up? Besides Mom won’t allow this. She’ll want to sell me to the highest bidder.”
This time, he dips his head and kisses my thigh, melting down my bones. “She is doing that. This is fake, like I said. Things will be signed, you know how it goes.”
I don’t and I squirm, wanting to throw him off. I need to think, to breathe, and him right here, sliding up the dress, mouth on my thigh, makes it impossible to do anything but feel.
“Stop.”
He lifts his head and slides his fingers up higher and higher, and he stops, right at the moment I remember.
I’m not wearing panties.
They were sweaty, wet with juices. So gross. I stripped them off, did a quick wash, and since the dress isn’t overly short, I thought…
Breath burning in my throat, I look down.
Declan’s not looking at me anymore.
He’s staring at my pussy.
“You unwrapped yourself, just for me.” He takes my hips and tugs them forward until I’m on the edge of the chair and everything throbs and beats with blood and need.
“No. I didn’t…”
But I’m not sure he’s listening. He runs afinger lightly along my slit, making me jump and bite back a moan as a lightning bolt made of pure pleasure shoots through me. “So fucking pretty, Molly.”
And he draws what feels like a heart above my clit.
“Don’t touch me.”
He stops, but says, “You say that, but that pretty pussy leaves the chair, hips thrusting to me. Like your body knows what it wants.”
“My body’s an idiot.”
“Aw, now, Molly. If it wants me, I think it’s a genius.”
My skin is both hot and cold because while he’s not touching my pussy, his fingers trail my thighs and I’m still shaking. I thrust up as much as I can because it doesn’t matter what my mouth says, I want him. I want all the things he never gave me.
“You suck,” I say, pushing the words out. “My boyfriend’s better than you. Bigger dick.”
But Declan just laughs. “Oh, Molly, insulting my dick isn’t gonna hurt me. I know my worth. We never even had sex. And here you are, dripping like you’re hungry for me. We both know there’s no boyfriend.” He comes up, fingers dangerously close and not close enough. “As good as I am, I don’t think you’re disloyal, so you’d stick to a real boyfriend, no matter how vanilla his cock actually is.”
“Because I’m not a cheat like you.”
He bites my ear, his tongue circling high, making me gasp and moan and squirm. “I don’t cheat, Marlowe.”
He does. He did. And the fact he doesn’t think that is so hurtful I turn from him, as much as I can.
“Maybe you’ve just got a big mouth.” Declan nudges me back. “Molly girl, you fucked me over. By having me arrested.”
“I’m glad.”
“You can try to lie to me, to drive me mad, to piss me off, but we’re doing this.”
