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

by H.D. Carlton

I give him a dead stare, letting him see through the windows of my soul, only to find nothing inside.

What a dick. He’s lucky it’s a really fucking nice one.

The girl with haunted eyes and a perpetual frown, who carried a sadness so deep that it permanently altered the shape of her lips.

“Jesus Christ,” Cage groans. “Sit on my fucking face, Molly.”

I need to breathe, but I need to come in Cage's mouth so much more.

“I know you can do better, baby. Let me see you take my cock like a good little slut.”

I don't want to die, but I don't want to exist. And I wish with every ounce of my soul that I was never born. That I had never been brought into a world so cold, violent, and full of heartache.

I'm not much of a sweets person. Unless, of course, it's Molly's pussy.

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

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

I writhe beneath him, grinding my hips against him and hoping to God he does fucking drown.

“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.”

“I haven’t even begun to disrespect you yet, baby. But my God, how I look forward to it.”