Shoving off the wall, I went after her. Phoenix said he’d seen her by the parking lot of Lang's Bowlarama when he’d picked Harper up the previous night, and that she hadn’t looked sick.
Little faker.
Molly glanced over her shoulder again, her stunning eyes widening as they latched onto mine.
That predatory part of mesurgedforward, getting off on the chase. Talking of fires, whenever I thought of Molly, it lit one in my chest, the size of a fucking bonfire. I blamed that on the burning need to make her life miserable for her father’s misdeeds. Butwhen I saw her, taking in those baby blues surrounded by such an angelic, sweet face, I also wanted to make her smile. It was like a head fuck of the century.
“Molly. Wait up,” I called out, my tone firm. Irritation flared to life inside me when she didn’t stop; if anything, she picked up her pace.
My target had a head start, but her short legs were half my stride, and I caught up with her easily without breaking a sweat.
The students in the hallway parted to allow her past, their keen gazes zeroing in on the action as they watched me stalking after her. Several pairs of envious eyes undressed my prey as she passed by. The shit I’d spread on social media had calmed down, but the girl had plenty of interest, especially from the guys. It had forced me to circulate a clear message that Molly Miller was now off the menu.
Hunger for the chase continued to flow through my veins. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so excited. Well, apart from the previous night when I was dreaming about Molly with my cock in her mouth.
Fuck this,lungingforward, I snagged her arm. It was pale and thin and so soft. My fingers almost met; she wasthatdelicately built. The beast in me roared; he liked how slight and breakable she was. Like a little doll. One, the sadist in me, wanted to play with.
Molly had jerked to a stop as I swung her round to face me. She was flushed, and I could see from her rigid expression that she was pissed. Molly didn’t resemble the spitting cat extremes that Storm and Tate were famous for, but I was still impressed.
The girl was sweet enough to eat. And I meant that literally. The need to own her ass was hardwired from my brain to my dick.
Even glaring down at where I held her, little Molly Miller was more like a kitten, and I wondered how long it would take to get her to purr.
“Let go of me, Hudson,” she huffed, attempting to tug away. It was cute that she thought she was calling the fucking shots and I needed to shut that shit down pronto.
“I don’t think so.”
Molly struggled, trying to peel my fingers from her upper arm, but I tightened my grip. Showing her, I would let go when I was good and ready.
“Everyone is looking,” she panted, casting a glance at the kids who steered themselves around us, taking in the scene.
“Like I give a shit.”
It took me a concerted effort to keep a straight face. Her attempt to stand up to me was so fucking cute,hilariousreally.
Molly’s bottom lip wobbled as she whispered, “You’re hurting me.”
That did it. I released her, holding up both hands, and she rubbed the reddened area where my fingers had been. I felt a twinge of remorse for marking her skin.
“I want a word.”
Molly was now facing me, but she started to retreat as I pursued her.
“What?” she replied with a swallow.
It wasn’t until she hit the lockers that we both realized I’d been walking her backwards. My nostrils flared as she glanced over one shoulder to see what had stopped her retreat. That’s what I said,retreat.
My little doll was trapped, and I pinned her with a dark look.
Suddenly growing a pair, she raised her chin, sticking that pert button nose in the air. I applauded her backbone as she recklessly stared into my face, challenging me.
I took another step and closed the space between us, and her eyes widened.
The principal's daughter wanted to give me a piece of her mind, but thought better of it now that I had her hemmed in. I was the master; the quicker she got that, the better it would go for her.
“Could you back up? I can’t breathe,” she grumbled.
I smirked, arching an eyebrow. “AreallBritish girls so dramatic? You can breathe just fine.”
