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!"

entire being numb except for the rapid thudding of

the heat on her

grazed her tender skin, he soothed the accidental bite with his

his head from her neck, admiring the

His lips lingered, finding new territory along her jaw,

a mix of

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

by now, she thought, unable to look down, forced to meet

her voice to a delicate whimper, her calls

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

when Chad struggled to restrain himself, he pulled away, panting, satisfied with the

Molly close, he gazed into her eyes, his own drifting to her lips,

The marks on your neck are evidence enough of what I've said. No one

"Chad, you're despicable."

her gaze squarely. "I think so

car, Molly eyed the family home and began to retreat, adamant not to

deserting the battlefield? Get over here. You have to

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

an embrace. "Even if you fail tomorrow, today you have

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

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

better to spare a life than to build a seven-story pagoda, so I'll spare Vivian's life," Molly babbled, even misquoting the sacred words

going in to tell them you're

drag me down with

Molly back

and saw the