Page 24 of My Captive's Heart
He stops the car on the side of the road. We both step out and walk to the back. He opens the trunk, revealing my suitcases. I keep my chest covered as I unzip one and grab the first shirt I see.
“I’ll wait here,” he says, his gaze not straying from my eyes.
I rush into the back seat. In the midst of removing my clothes, I realize I forgot to grab a bra. My breasts aren’t exactly small, leaving me in a pickle. Too embarrassed to ask him to pick one for me, I put on the black V-neck tee. Thank fuck, it’s loose.
Stepping out, I tell him, “All done, Alexander.”
He straightens from his perch at the back wheel. Once we’re back on the road, I diffuse the tension by asking, “How long have you lived in Sun Valley?”
“Born and brought up there.”
“Oh, wow. Must be one hell of a town if you never moved away.”
His gaze softens. “Something like that. What about you? What has brought you here?”
“My mother.” He eyes me curiously. “I’ve never wanted to live apart from her, so I applied to the community college.”
“What are you majoring in?”
“I haven’t decided yet. Either zoology or environmental science.” Wildlife has always been something I’ve been interested in. “What do you do?”
“You’ll know soon,” he answers mysteriously.
“Are you, like, a spy or something?” I tease.
Lips tipping up on the side, he shakes his head.
“As long as you’re not a criminal on the loose, I’m good.” I steal a full smile from him, making my heart race. We make small talk the entire time until he asks for my address. I recite it to him, watching how his shoulders bunch. “What? Is it a bad part of town?”
“No, Molly Wyler.”
“How do you know my name?” I gasp.
Turning his head to look into my eyes, he drawls, “We’re neighbors.”
“And?” I sense he’s holding back more vital information.
“I’m your mother’s boss.”
Oh. My. God.
I’m in the car with the sheriff.
NINE
MOLLY
I chasethe heat behind my back, snuggling against something hard yet comforting. A happy sigh escapes my lips.
It’s when the rich scent teases my nose that I come to my senses. Startling awake, I look down to see Alexander’s arm curled around my waist protectively. I tense, feeling his cock pulse inside my sore pussy.
I can’t believe he’s still inside me, let alone that I begged him to come inside me. Knowing he took out my implant with the sole intention of impregnating me.
What’s weird and troubling is how the possibility of having his baby doesn’t terrify me as much as it should. He’s corrupting my mind with rough sex and orgasms.
My two kryptonites.
Being denied the first for so long has turned me into a junkie. I tell myself the last hit will be the final one, only to beg for another.
