Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Chad chuckled, "Molly..."

"Don't call me!" Molly snapped, her temper flaring.

And Chad did as he was told; he stopped calling her.

As they neared the Byrne residence, Molly's fear seemed to dissipate, replaced by a crafty little plan that started to take shape in her mind. Chad, with the occasional glance at his companion, caught the cunning sparkle in Molly's eyes.

He smirked relentlessly, all too familiar with the tiny schemes wiggling in her belly - he could taste every flavor of her little mind games! Was she planning to bolt from the car as soon as they arrived and play the victim to his parents, claiming he had coerced her?

Having come this far, Chad was resolved not to let her little calculations come to fruition.

The moment the car stopped, Molly was itching to fling the door open.

But Chad unbuckled his seatbelt and lunged across to the passenger seat, pinning her in place.

Startled by his sudden proximity, Molly gasped, "What the get back to confessing or something."

A devilish grin curled at the edge of Chad's lips as his left hand swiftly pinned Molly's hands, while his right wrapped around her back, pulling her closer. Before Molly could guess his next move, Chad leaned in, his lips finding the soft expanse of her delicate neck. The moment he touched her, Molly's body erupted in goosebumps, her neck becoming a canvas of hot, moist sensations that sent tingles down her legs.

Damn it, Chad was... was kissing her neck...

He anticipated her struggle, hence the preemptive restraint.

Molly's face was forced upward, her neck a playground for Chad's lips, sucking and nibbling with abandon.

She shook her head furiously to no avail - Chad's kiss only grew bolder, his mouth and tongue leaving a trail of warmth across her skin.

Her cheeks flamed with a blush she'd never known, treated in such a way for the first time. "Chad, let me go!"

her entire being numb except for the rapid

tongue was unmistakable, the heat on her

greedily claimed her pale neck, and when his teeth grazed her tender skin, he

seemed an eternity, Chad finally lifted his head from her neck, admiring the cherry-red marks he had planted - his

enough. His lips lingered, finding new territory along her jaw, leaving a bite mark as a testament to

clenched in a mix of

at the base of her collarbone, leaving a sound in the air that spoke of both

thought, unable to look

heat on her neck reduced her voice to a delicate whimper, her calls

the sweetness of her voice

to restrain himself, he pulled away, panting, satisfied

Molly close, he gazed into her eyes, his own drifting to her lips, contemplating a deeper kiss. But

her refusal. "Molly, don't even think about turning the tables. The marks on your neck are evidence enough of what I've said. No one will believe your 'truth." Molly suddenly understood his motives for the kiss - the marks on her neck were irrefutable proof of their

"Chad, you're despicable."

her gaze squarely. "I think so

the family home and began to retreat, adamant not

battlefield? Get over here. You have to face them sooner or

face them, I need to study. I've got exams tomorrow,

her into an embrace. "Even if you

can't, I'm scared, I don't dare, I fear death, I'm a coward," Molly

her. "Think about it, Vivian's at home too. Don't you want to rub

don't want to. It's better to spare a life than to build a seven-story pagoda, so I'll

angle. "We're not going in to tell them you're marrying me. Let's just say we're making

don't drag me down with

was silent, then dragged Molly back to the

Grandma Aubree stepped outside and saw the two in an