Her feisty words make my soul swell like it’s blasted by helium.
“I’ll always take more fucking blowjobs from you, Molly.”
What I want is to take her ass. I want to surge into her, slam hard, take that virginity, too. But I want to wait. I want her tied up so she can’t move, so she’s senseless, boneless, almost mindless with lust and pleasure.
Then I can take her hard and fast.
Oh fuck, I’m wasting time taunting her, thinking about fucking her every hole. We should be out of here. But she rubs against me, her expression pre-orgasmic. Her eyes plea with me.
“Fuck me, Declan.”
I don’t need to be told twice.
I take her right there. Fast, hard, and dirty. The kind of sex that burns off fear and replaces it with something raw. Something real.
After we’re finished, I lean in, lick her outer ear, and whisper, “Leaving you, just like this, becomes a perfect spank bank memory.”
I walk to the door, my hand clenching the handle tight for balance because my damn legs are shaking so much.
“Fuck,” she mutters. “Oh. Fuck…”
“Get ready, we leave in three minutes.”
It shouldn’t take more than two to get the hell out of here. We haven’t unpacked. I hoist her bag over my shoulder, and she comes out of the bathroom, looking completely dazed, her eyes glassy. “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere safe.”
She frowns. “But it’s my apartment. I’ve been waiting so long to be able to stay here.”
This is hers. I get that. The only things that give it personality are the dance trinkets, but those are something a father would leave. The rest is a blank canvas, waiting for her to put brush strokes to it. Maybe her dad really does love her.
And I know this apartment is important to her in ways a place she’s always known isn’t. This is where she’ll make her mark.
And I’m?—
I square my shoulders.
Doing my job.
“We’ll use this space, but not to live in.”
“I don’t want to live here with you.”
“Good,” I say, “you won’t be.”
She crosses her arms. “I don’t want to live with you anywhere.”
“Well, Molly lass, that’s too fucking bad, isn’t it? There’ll be times I can’t be with you, so I need to make sure you’re somewhere safe.” I don’t like how her eyes light up. “You’ll be coming home with me.”
“I don’t want to go home with you.”
“Too bad. We’re going to the Murphy place where I’m sure Lola has been missing you terribly. Now, let’s get the fuck out of here before the cops turn up, okay?”
I open the door and usher her out, not giving her a chance to argue.
And not giving myself a chance to find another space in here to christen.
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