Where’s Molly
: Chapter 16

Nine Years Ago
2013

I don’t know that I’ve felt so clean in my entire life. Nor has my skin ever been so smooth.

A towel is wrapped tightly around my body, and my hair tumbles over my shoulders in a mass of curls, water dripping from the ends.

Anxiety is holding every last one of my nerves hostage. I’m standing at the door, staring at it as if it’s the mirror on the wall from Snow White, and it’s going to tell me my future.

Will I like sex?

I’ve never had an orgasm before. Too caught up in trying to survive to even consider it. I’ve always avoided intimacy or anything to do with sex. After what my father did to me, and then everything that happened in Francesca’s house—I never felt inclined to try.

Now, I wish I had. If I don’t even know what I like, how will he?

I’m too much in my head.

Surely, he can figure it out.

Inhaling deeply, I swing open the door and replace the room empty. That’s both disappointing and relieving. Had he been standing there, I probably wouldn’t know what to do with myself. But that means I’m going to have to seek him out now. Which sounds equally terrifying.

What the fuck am I even supposed to say to him?

Hi, excuse me, can you put your dick inside me? I’m not sure if I’ll like it, but let’s replace out together.

I’m going to embarrass myself. I just know it.

I walk over to the bed, noticing a pile of clothing folded atop. They look like men’s clothing, and when I pick up the soft black t-shirt, I’m instantly hit with a delectable scent—a mix of vetiver and sandalwood.

My eyes nearly roll, and I’m unabashed in the way I practically stuff the soft fabric up my nose.

“Smell good?”

The voice is so sudden, there’s no containing the loud screech that bursts from my throat. I drop the shirt while I whip around, my towel unraveling from the quick movement. I catch it before it falls completely, then bar my arm across my breasts and hold it there, though it only manages to cover my center. With my other hand, I grip the towel against my stomach, keeping it from swaying and exposing me further.

My heart is on the verge of exploding out of my chest, and I’m too stunned to get my shit together and cover myself properly. At this moment, I hardly remember how to breathe. My lungs are functioning no better than an old, rusty engine that was left abandoned in a junkyard.

Green eyes darken, a red-hot flame burning within. They blaze a trail over my exposed flesh, unashamed by the way his stare so readily devours me. I don’t miss the way it catches on the white bite marks imprinted on my skin. My hips, my thighs, my stomach…

His teeth visibly clench, rage flashing across his gaze.

“What?” The delayed question comes out as a breathless squeak.

Nostrils flaring, he takes a step toward me, and the battered muscle in my chest flies up into my throat. I lock my knees, forcing myself to stand still despite how much I want to back away.

Distinctly, I feel a bead of water drip onto the swell of my breast, which his gaze immediately tracks. The droplet slowly trails down the valley between my breasts, and the muscle in his jaw pulses, nearly tearing through his skin. His animalistic gaze snaps up to mine, his chin tipping low as he stares at me fiercely from beneath thick brows.

Heat gathers low in my stomach, sinking down between my trembling thighs. My clit pulses from that single look alone, and I know that if he were to part my legs, he’d see the evidence glistening from within.

Never in my life have I ever felt this way. Never has my core felt so… empty.

He’s silent as he stalks toward me, but I’m positive my escalated heart rate is audible.

I shift on my feet, feeling how slick I’ve become. It’s almost embarrassing, yet it’s a reaction the men in Francesca’s house would claim, but never actually accomplished. They wanted us to weep for them, but the only thing they ever made wet was our eyes.

Cage, on the other hand, easily makes my pussy weep, and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

He stops an inch before me, the heat radiating from him warming my skin. Goosebumps scatter across my flesh, and a shiver tumbles down my spine. It feels as if bees are buzzing beneath the surface, their fluttering wings creating electricity and engulfing my body in it.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asks quietly.

It’s a question that requires a simple answer. Yes or no. Yet, my brain turns it over as if he presented me with a complicated math equation.

The throbbing between my legs screams its answer, though my head can do nothing but focus on how I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing.

“I-I’m not very good at this,” I mumble, keeping my eyes pinned to his chest. I’m not brave enough to meet his stare. It’ll eat me alive, and I’m too afraid that I’ll allow it to chase me away before I can let him touch me.

“Has anyone made you feel good before?”

I lick my lips, feeling like any moisture in my body has flooded south.

“No.”

“Then that’s all you need to do. You don’t need to do anything else, except let me make you feel good.”

My nod is choppy, and the butterflies in my stomach have been freed. But they’re hungry, too, and they’ve begun to tear at my insides. Especially as his forefinger hooks beneath my chin and forces it up, until my stare snaps to his like a magnet.

“Where do you want me to kiss first?” he asks, his tone hushed, deep and rough.

Silently, I reach up and brush my fingers across my lips, drawing his attention there.

He’s slow to lean in, as if to prolong the torture. But the second his lips capture mine between his, I wish he’d given me an extra moment to breathe.

The kiss is short, but primal and entirely too explosive for only a second. It’s nothing like those pecks I’ve seen on TV, and I can’t imagine they felt the pure fire that’s raging between us.

He watches me for half a second before he crushes his mouth back onto mine, evoking a volcanic eruption that’s melting me into a pile of ash. Yet, he holds on to all the pieces of me and gathers them against his chest until there is no me and him. Only an us.

His hand slides along my jawline and dives into my damp curls, directing the angle of my head so he can lick along the seam of my lips. And like a greedy little puppet, I eagerly open for him. He tastes the smallest of gasps on his tongue as it glides against mine, which seems only to invigorate him.

It transforms from a passionate kiss to being devoured whole, and the only thing I can do is submit. I’m a slave to him, and it’s the first time I’m happy to be one.

In a moment of madness, I drop my towel altogether, the thump over my feet causing him to pull away, though his lips rest against mine.

“Where do you want me to kiss next?” he rasps.

I’ve never heard a voice so deep, bordering on demonic. It would make sense why I feel so possessed.

“Lower,” I rasp.

He places an open-mouthed kiss on my jaw, ending it there.

“Let me hear your words,” he purrs. “Do you want me to kiss these pretty tits? Or I can kiss your sweet pussy. I’ll fucking feast on her if you want.”

“Yes,” I moan. “All of it.”

He dips at the knees just enough to grab the backs of my thighs and lift me up, my feet hooking behind his back. But it’s useless because, within moments, he’s laying me on the bed and descending my body, wasting no time wrapping his lips around my nipple.

A shot of electricity races down my spine, and my back bows off the bed, a cry slipping past my lips.

“Cage!”

His answering growl is primal, followed by the sharp bite of his teeth. My mouth falls open on a silent scream, my body unable to properly function beneath the assault.

Every one of my nerves is hyper-fixated on the way his tongue swirls over me. Then, he switches to the other, cupping both of my breasts in his large palms as if he’s feeding them into his mouth.

My fingers dive into his short strands, scraping my nails against his scalp.

His teeth gnash at my abused nipple one more time before he pulls away, taking his wet kisses lower.

My lungs tighten, refusing to pull in a single breath as he reaches my belly button. There lies a scar that’s fitted perfectly around it. Aside from the one on my face, I’ve always hated that one most because of how ugly and centered on my body it is.

I’m prepared to tell him to ignore it, but before I can manage a sound, he’s matching his teeth to the scar and sinking them into it.

“Cage!” I screech, the burning pain encompassing my shock.

When he lifts his wicked stare to mine, I see a mix of rage and something I could only describe as possession.

“I will claim every part of you, Molly. And that includes the pieces of you those fuckers tried to take from me.”

My brows pinch. “From you?” I repeat dumbly.

Deliberately, he places a kiss over the bite.

“Don’t be fooled, little ghost, I will own you even after you’ve disappeared. You may vanish, but your soul will always be mine.”

I’m not sure if it’s normal for one-night stands to be so damn intense. It sounds like a proclamation of love without saying the words. Except way more… permanent.

Yet, he may as well have gathered any resolve I had left and crushed it beneath his boot. He’s so intense, but there isn’t an iota of me that cares right now. He feels too good, and if it continues this way, maybe he’ll be right.

Though it won’t stop me from becoming a ghost.

It’s the only thing I know how to be.

His stare drops, and he resumes his path toward my pussy, pausing briefly to bite over the white scars on my hip and thighs. Each time, it grows more intense. By the time his hot breath fans over my center, I’m trembling.

“Cage,” I whisper, feeling as if I’m on the verge of combusting. I need so much more, but I’m also not sure if I can handle what’s next.

He inhales, and my eyes widen in mortification. Before I can slap him or move away, he’s parting my thighs and covering my clit with his mouth. Except he doesn’t lick me yet, depriving me of the sensation my body needs so desperately.

“Please,” I groan impatiently.

Grinning devilishly, he delivers the smallest lick, sending a shock wave up my spine.

My back arches, and the strangest confidence washes over me.

“Please lick my pussy. I need you to make me feel good,” I plead. “You promised.”

“Fuck,” he curses a moment before he flattens his tongue and glides it up my slit. My outcry is answered by another thorough lick, in which he groans deeply.

“Christ, baby, you taste so sweet, I don’t know how I’ll stop. I would gladly drown in the prettiest cunt I’ve ever eaten.”

His words are filthy, but the way he continuously flicks his pointed tongue over my clit is entirely depraved. There’s no time to prepare for the sharp sensations invading every inch of my insides. I’m overcome with pure bliss, and for several heartbeats, the only sound I can muster is a loud moan.

“Oh, ffu— Oh my God, Cage.”

He doesn’t relent, and within moments, I’m hurtling toward a far more powerful sensation. Pleasure, euphoria—they’re too weak of words to describe the hurricane building inside of me.

“Oh, please, don’t stop.” Yet, that’s exactly what he does. “Cage!” I shout as he pulls away, only to dive his tongue into my pussy, curling it upward.

I writhe beneath him, grinding my hips against him and hoping to God he does fucking drown. My nails scrape against his scalp, and if I could hook them beneath his flesh and force him to make me come, I’d happily show him what it means to be a puppet.

My eyes roll as I get close again, and for the second time, he pulls away.

A frustrated scream bursts from my throat, but before I can spit a threat at him, he grabs the underside of my thighs and pushes them forward until my lower back is lifted off the bed and my knees are hiked to my ears. I’m folded in half, my core less than a foot from my face.

Within seconds, his mouth is covering my pussy again, and this time, he’s showing me exactly what he’s doing to me. With perfect precision, he strokes my clit, my arousal and his saliva pouring down my mound and dripping onto my breasts.

Cries stream from my throat as I grip his forearms, red crescents forming in his flesh. Once more, he’s driving me directly toward the edge. My thighs shake violently in his hold as he feasts on me like a starving animal driven to madness from hunger.

“Cage, I’m going to come. Please, please, let me come,” I beg breathlessly. “Let me drown you.”

A growl unleashes from his chest, vibrating against me. Dark green eyes are pinned to me as he viciously sucks on my clit, his tongue unrelenting.

My throat closes and my vision blackens a moment before I explode. The scream that unleashes is so sharp, it leaves my throat raw. Colorful fireworks detonate behind my pinched eyes, filling the blackness with a mirage of blues, pinks, greens, and purples.

I don’t know how long I’m submerged beneath the storm, but distinctly, I can feel my body seizing furiously. Yet, he holds on to me with a firm grip, keeping me in place as he continues to lap at my cunt until I have nothing left to give.

After what feels like forever, I come down from an experience that could only be described as an exorcism.

“Jesus f-fucking Christ,” I stutter, my voice cracking and shaken, my mouth almost feeling numb.

His gaze is fierce. “If you’re asking Him to save you, then I will nail Him onto that fucking cross again. You will be my ruin, but only I will be your savior.”