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

unmistakable, the heat on her back turning to

pale neck, and when his teeth grazed her tender skin, he soothed the

neck,

wasn't enough. His lips lingered, finding new territory along her

mix of anxiety and embarrassment, felt Chad's

fervently at the base of her collarbone, leaving a sound in the air

now, she thought, unable to look

neck reduced her voice to a delicate whimper, her calls to him laced with an unintentional

had called out "Chad," and the sweetness of her

struggled to restrain himself, he pulled away, panting, satisfied with the marks he had

eyes, his own drifting to her lips, contemplating a deeper kiss. But Molly pursed her

faced 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 -

"Chad, you're despicable."

her gaze squarely. "I think so

eyed the family home and began to retreat,

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

to study. I've got exams tomorrow, and I know nothing," Molly protested, attempting

embrace. "Even if you fail tomorrow, today you have to confront

don't dare, I fear death, I'm a coward," Molly rattled off in

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

It's better to spare a life than to build a seven-story pagoda, so

angle. "We're not going in to tell them you're marrying me.

don't drag me down with you," she

was silent, then dragged Molly back to the

stepped outside and saw the