Her eyes widened as she took in every awful, painful thing in my tirade.Then she pushed me again. “It isn’t just your decision, asshole!”
Another push and I saw a tear working down her cheek. I let her push me. If it made her feel better, it was worth it. Her hands on me, even in anger, was the best thing I’d felt in two months.
She raised her fist to beat on my chest, and another tear dripped down her face.
This time, I caught her wrist.“Stop, Princess. You’ll hurt yourself.”
“And that’s your domain, right?” she accused, but the tears were coming faster now.
I could count on one hand the number of times I’d seen Molly cry. This time, it ripped my heart wide open. I wrestled her against my chest, wrapping my arms around her shaking body and crushing her to me so she couldn’t hit me anymore. She struggled, and when the fight wore her out, she sank into my embrace.
My shirt was wet with her tears when I pulled back. Her face was red, and her skin was raw. Her nose dripped, joining the tears on my shirt, and her eyes were bloodshot. She’d never looked more beautiful, finally surrendering to the torrent of wild, uncontrollable emotion between us.
“Do you want me to apologize? Would you forgive me if I did?” I murmured, smoothing her hair back.
She bit her lip, her chest still heaving with her upset. “Would you, if I asked?”
“I would do anything to make you feel better, but honestly, I wouldn’t mean it. Molly, I don’t regret a single moment with you. I don’t want to lie to you. I wish you were pregnant. I wish I’d had longer to get you that way. That’s the truth.”
She blinked at me, her eyes incredulous and resigned all at once. “You are the devil.” Her voice was rough, as if her tears had covered her silent screams.
“Maybe, but I’m your devil and one you can never give up,” I told her frankly.
She came to life with fight again in my arms. She pushed and struggled as if those words had sent her over an edge.“I can give you up. I tried to. You won’t let me go! I hate you. Ireallyhate you!”
She snarled the words at me in such desperate sadness that it fucking hurt. I grabbed her face, holding her still as I growled into her face.“Stop lying to yourself, Molly. You love me, and that’s why you’re so fucking angry.”
She opened her mouth to protest those words, but I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t stand hearing her deny it for one more second. My lips crashed into hers in a collision of desperation, anger, and want. Her skin was salty with tears, and as soon as my lips touched hers, she parted and let me inside. I nudged her toward the wall, and we met the surface hard. She gasped against my lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck and dragged me closer.
I ground against her once I had her just where I wanted her, her core perfectly aligned with the aching hard-on pressing against my pants, desperate to be freed. She moaned into my mouth as I rotated my hips against her in a sinuous circle, her breathing hitching as my lips moved down her neck. One hand landed in her hair, ruthlessly tugging her head back, offering her delicate collarbones up for me to feast on, while the other grabbed her jean-covered ass and hitched her up, spreading her legs around my waist.
“Fuck, Princess. I missed you so goddamn much,” I muttered as I turned toward the thick rug before the fire that burned in the hearth.
Sinking to my knees, holding her weight carefully, I lowered her while kissing her madly. I didn’t want my lips to lose contact with hers for even one moment. My hands went to her jeans, and I ripped them open and tugged them down her legs. I kicked my pants off as my mouth moved down her body, pressing kisses to her sternum, then across her belly, and lower still. Her panties became a ripped ball of plain cotton, and then I was where I’d dreamed of being every night for eight weeks.
I pressed her legs open, and she let me, raising herself on her elbows to watch as I knelt between her legs and ripped my button-down off. I had no time to play with buttons right now. I needed my naked skin pressed flush against hers. Naked and fully visible in the light from the fire.
I put a hand on her breast, pinching and rolling the nipple before sliding it over her heart.“You can’t escape me, Molly. I live here. You won’t ever get me out.”
She wet her lips; her pupils dilated with want.
“Fight it all you want, but this story was only going to end one way,” I continued sliding my hand down her body, over her belly, and past the dips of her slim hips. “Stop fighting it. It only hurts you more.”
I moved down and settled between her heavenly thighs, leaning in and smelling that sweet, irresistible scent of Molly’s want for me. Then I kissed along her inner thigh.“Tell me you don’t want me to touch you, Princess. Tell me no right now, and it stops,” I murmured against her skin.
She was silent, and I looked up to see her eyes, emerald shards of glass, fixed on me with a hot look.
“Well?” I urged.
“I should do it to prove you wouldn’t even if I asked,” she muttered, but her heart wasn’t in it.
“But you won’t, will you, Molly? In case I listen. And you don’t want me to stop. Admit it,” I pushed her.
Anger flashed in her eyes, and she put her hand on my head, sinking her fingers through my hair and tugging the dark strands from the root.Holding my head like that, a vulnerable position I’d only ever allow her, she slid her other hand between her legs and through her wet folds. “It’s been two months. Maybe I don’t need you anymore to get off.”
The sight of her touching herself undid me.“Say that again and risk losing fingers,” I muttered thickly, irrationally jealous of her hand.
She gave me a muted smile. It wasn’t much, but it was more than she’d given me since last night. “Good. I want you to suffer.” Her near whisper was almost lost. “Like me.”