Where's Molly (Cat and Mouse, #2.5)

by H.D. Carlton

I wonder, when pedophiles dream of marrying women their age or walking an old person across the street out of the goodness of their hearts, do they call them nightmares? Do they awake in a cold sweat and with a pit of dread in their stomachs? Surely, they don't consider dreams of cute puppies and rainbows pleasant.

Never have I had anyone bring me flowers, set up a movie, and rub my feet. It’s not something I even imagined for myself.

“At one point in our lives, we don’t know our soulmates at all. But that doesn’t make them any less of one. Sometimes… sometimes you just know.”

“Come on, little ghost. Let’s go stuff that pretty little mouth.” Said mouth drops, and he grabs my hand, pulling me after him as he laughs. What a dick. He’s lucky it’s a really fucking nice one.

Because staring into her eyes is the only thing I needed, to convince myself she's everything I'll ever want for as long as oxygen invades my lungs. I knew it deep in my bones the day I met her. Even back then, my soul immediately recognized hers as its other half.

“I want to be the only man on this entire fucking planet that knows what you feel like. And if I’m sharing this knowledge with a single soul still walking this earth, then I will be removing them from it.”

“I will chase away all your nightmares until they grow wary of returning. They will fear me, my little ghost. But you never will.”

“Don’t worry, little ghost. I’m going to teach you how to spend forever with me.” She blinks up at me with widened eyes filled with bewilderment. “You’re crazy,” she breathes. “About you,” I correct. “I’m crazy about you.” “You barely know me.” “I know you better than you know yourself,” I retort, my stare drifting back down to her pink mouth. “I don’t need to know your favorite color to know that I was the first man to make you feel good in your own body.”

“I don’t want to fix you, Molly. There’s nothing to mend when you’ve already done that yourself. The only thing I will do is ensure there isn’t a single part of you that is empty. Your life, your heart, and your sweet pussy.”

“Tell me that you’re mine.” Her brows furrow, a small frown tipping down her swollen lips. “Since walking into your store, I don’t think there was ever a time that I wasn’t, Cage.”