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Mollie

Dr. Langford came into my room to check on me, and my stitches once more before releasing me from the hospital. Thankfully, I had managed to scrape by with just a concussion and the stitches. I still felt really terrible for all the trouble I've been causing Mr. Thomas. He had been so generous to let me into his home, and now he was spending hours with me in the hospital on the weekend.

We were in the car again, to head home I was sure, and I couldn't keep my knee from bouncing. My anxious tick shook the car but I couldn't help it. I had to do something, anything, or I was going to be sick. My mind wouldn't stop racing, I even tried to focus on how much my body still ached or how exhausted I felt.

"Did you really see him?" Mr. Thomas pulled me from my thoughts, but never took his eyes off the road. "I'm sure you miss him deeply, and that could make you-"

"No, I promise you. I saw him. It was my brother." I cut him off. My heart began to sputter at the thought of having to find him on my own. Come hell or high water, I would do it, but I desperately wanted him to help me...

"Don't interrupt me Margaret." He chastised, sparing me a glance. "If it wasn't him, running after some random stranger was not smart. They could have hurt you." His grip on the steering wheel tightened, almost as if it was reflex with his last statement.

"And if they did-" He spat through clenched teeth, but changed his mind. He shook his head before continuing, "Even if it was your brother, when was the last time you saw him? Could he even be the same person? You don't know what he's capable of, Margaret." He finished. I couldn't read whatever emotion he was feeling, for his face was blank. Stoic. Even if he was right, his words still hurt and caused my heart to ache.

My brother would never hurt me, he couldn't. He raised me when my mother was at work, and fought off my father when he tried to hurt me. I bit back the unshed tears, not wanting them to fall. I felt my chin quiver and my throat felt tight with that residual lump.

My eyes grew heavy as the rumble of the car began to lull me to sleep. Car rides never failed to make me drowsy, and with a stress that was piling up on top of me this ride was no exception. It was as if slumber was a sanctuary from the mess I had become. I didn't have to deal with the reality of my tormenting thoughts.

*****

The sound of the garage door closing behind me woke me up. I jolted forward, causing my seatbelt to lock and nearly knocked the wind out of my chest. "You're alright. We're home now." Mr. Thomas assured me, placing a firm hand on my knee. It surprised me when he chuckled and brought his thumb to my mouth, wiping away the drool that had slipped out. Oh my God. I felt heat spread up my neck and across my cheeks. I cannot believe he just did that. Sometimes I felt like a little girl, a child, around him.

"Come on. Let's go inside." He told me before stepping out of the car. I followed him, staying a few paces behind him. It was night time, and I wanted to ask him a favor but I wasn't entirely sure how he would respond. The sun had gone down, and it had stopped raining a while ago so the fog had cleared out. I could see the stars twinkling from the floor to ceiling window in the kitchen.

"You should head to bed. It's been a long day," he ordered, and I could finally hear the drowsiness in his voice. His eyes shared the same energy his words did, tired and in dire need of sleep. I only stood there, rooted to the floor pondering whether I had the courage to ask him or not.

I took a sudden interest with the dark sleeves on my sweatshirt before counting the rips and tears in the fabric. Good thing this wasn't my favorite hoodie. He cleared his throat and I looked up at him, taking in the god-like man in front of me. It still baffled me that I lived with him. This tragedy was something I only thought happened in books, but here I am. Heat pooled at the apex of my thighs and a tingling sensation shot down my neck. His hooded, tired eyes were nearly sinful with how tempting they were.

"You can either take your ass to bed, or I can make good of my words from the hospital. The choice is yours." He said without an ounce of humor. Chills danced down my spine at his words and I had to pull my bottom lip in between my teeth to stop myself from whimpering. I didn't know why, but I actually liked it when he spanked me. Just the thought of his hands on me excited me.

A new wave of temptation washed over my body and I shook my head 'no'. "No?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow in what must have been disbelief. He took a dangerous step towards me, like a predator does when it's hunting its prey. I took a step backwards, and then another before bumping into the dining room table. Deja vu.

"Excuse me?" He asked rhetorically, while he placed a strong arm on either side of my body onto the table, trapping my frame beneath his. His breath fanned my face and I couldn't help the pulse I felt down below.

He dipped his head down, staying only a few inches away. "Did you just tell me 'no', Miss Williams?" He rasped, flickering his eyes from my lips and back to my eyes. Kiss me again, please, I pleaded internally. My chest heaved up and down, I couldn't control my breathing nor my beating heart.

He trailed a hand up my covered abdomen ever so slowly. I held my breath, waiting to see what he would do. I couldn't help but break our eye contact and gaze down at the veiny hand that was teasing me. His hand snaked up, closer to my face before he latched onto my throat. His fingers wrapped around my neck perfectly.

"I asked you a question, sweetheart." He retorted while cocking his head. He inched closer to me, dipping his head to the side of me. He took my skin in between his teeth, nipping at my earlobe evoking a moan from my lips. "Y-yes," was all I could breathe out. My head was beginning to go foggy from his proximity. "'Yes' what?" He growled against me with his hands moving to my sides. I couldn't think straight, I was about to melt into putty whilst in his hands.

His grip tightened causing his fingers to dig into my hips, and I pushed my hips forward trying to get any kind of friction from him. "Yes, S-sir," I whimpered, earning a deep, single chuckle from him. "Such a needy girl, aren't you Mollie?" He purred against me, still nipping and biting at my skin. "Y-yes, S-sir," I moaned once more, not entirely realizing what he was implying. I knew I had caused him all kinds of trouble within one weekend, but the events that had taken place didn't need to happen. I didn't need him to pick me up from that party, and I never figured out what had transpired when he brought me home.

"Who's needy girl are you, Mollie?" He rasped, his hand was teasing the waistband of my pants. The stubble on his face tickled my skin in the most delicious way possible, causing goosebumps to break out all over my body. I tipped my head back, letting out another moan. The things this man was making me feel was unspeakable. This couldn't be real, it had to be a dream. "Answer me." He demanded, sending a harsh slap to my clothed core. "Yours, Xan- Sir," I yelped myself. Heat and electricity danced across my entire being from the rough and unexpected contact.

"That's right." He cooed, rubbing my center with his palm. I rocked my hips back and forth, relishing in the sparks he was giving me. "Ah ah ah," he taunted before removing his hand from me. "Time for bed. Go." He stood up and nodded towards the staircase, but I couldn't. My body wouldn't let me move an inch forward.

Don't be a coward, I told myself. It's now or never, Mollie. I reached forward, grabbing onto his shirt and yanking him back to me. I crashed my lips into his and kissed him like my life depended on it. Like his lungs would breath oxygen into mine. After a moment, he pulled away, causing my stomach to plummet. Maybe he didn't want me after all. He looked at me, searching my eyes. His mouth was agape, and his eyebrows were pulled together tightly losing its normal resolve.

I only gripped onto his shirt tighter, and pleaded with my eyes. I'm sure they looked so desperate to him, but I was too afraid to say it out loud. I was too afraid to tell him how much I needed him.


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