I run my hand through my hair and turn away before I tell her more. “We have a plan, Molly. And nothing you say will stop it from happening.”
I expect her to get angry. Maybe slap my face or order me to get out of her house and never come back. But she doesn’t do those things. She walks up to me, takes my hand and presses our palms together. “You’re so warm here.”
“And so cold everywhere else.”
“No,” she says, gripping my hand and placing it over her cheek. “You’re warm everywhere. And if you can reprogram people like you say, then you can do things like cure mental illness, Lincoln. You could heal people with this science. You could change terrible things and make things better. You could be a hero. The world needs a hero, Lincoln.”
I lean down and kiss her mouth, speaking into it softly. “No one needs a hero like me, Molly. The road to hell is always paved with good intentions.”
“Everyone needs a hero, Lincoln, and if you’re the only one we have, then you can’t say no.” Her words are so soft. She pours out her gentle nature into the grotesque malformation of my hand as she presses it against her cheek. “The world needs a champion to stand up for it.”
“I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” I say, biting her lip and kissing her again. “I want to take you to bed and fuck you.”
“We need someone who will fight against injustice,” she says, placing her hand on my chest. Just this small bit of heat from her touch makes my cock grow.
“Fighting is something I do, gun girl. But only for the right reasons. I’ll fight you right now if you say no to this.” She laughs when I take her hand and push it down the front of my pants. She grabs at my bulge and I can’t help but grin. “Just don’t stop touching me.”
“We need someone who will stand tall in the face of adversity.”
“We can do it standing if you want.” I grab her ass, lift her up, and back her up to a wall. “I’m good with wall sex.”
“Someone who believes in the value of a good deed, Lincoln.”
“Are you listing me, gun girl?”
“No.” She laughs. “I’m just saying we can use what they did to you in the past and turn it into something good instead.”
“Well, let’s fuck first. We can talk about all this side bullshit later.” I kiss her hungrily. I grope her breasts, casting a yellow-orange haze across the t-shirt she stole from me this morning. “Take this off,” I say. “My hands are busy.”
She reaches back, her breasts rising and stretching with her arms as she whips her shirt off. I grab one breast so hard, she whimpers. The inhibition sickness slams me back from my lust as I realize I hurt her with that move. “Sorry,” I whisper.
“I like it, Lincoln,” she whispers back. “I like it a little rough.”
“It makes me sick if I physically hurt you, Molly. So I can’t get carried away.”
“You don’t know what hurts me. I know what hurts me. So you need to retrain yourself, Super Alpha.”
“No stupid nicknames,” I growl.
“You call me gun girl. So I can call you something too.”
“Yeah, because that name is damn cute and reminds me of that day out on the road. Super Alpha is just stupid.”
“Yeah, it’s stupid. Considering you’re not even alpha. I am.”
“Shit, woman.”
She laughs and kisses me on the neck, whispering in my ear. “Show me how alpha you are, Lincoln. Control me. Fuck me hard. Bite my nipples. Pound your cock into my * until I scream. I promise you, none of those screams will be from the pain.”
Good God. I push her harder against the wall. Molly Masters might have delusions of grandeur. She might see me as some superhero capable of cleaning up corruption and doing good deeds. And I might not be the hero she’s looking for, but Super Fuckman I can do.
“Show me, Alpha,” she moans, rocking her hips back and forth across my cock, trying to drive me crazy. “Show me the difference between pain and pleasure.”
“Be careful what you wish for, Detective. Because you’re about to get it.”
She squeals as I lift her up into my arms and carry her to the stairs, sitting her ass on a step halfway up. “Unbutton,” I order, pointing to her pants.
She obeys and then I grab the hem of her jeans and pull until they come flying off. “Let’s go upstairs,” she says.
“Let’s do it right here,” I counter. I undo the button and drag the zipper down my pants and then shove the fabric down until my cock springs out.
“No,” she squeals. And then she tries to turn and crawl up the stairs, but I flip her back around and press her hands into the step above her head. “Are you alpha enough to hold me down?”
“I’m gonna make you pay for that,” I say.
She squeals and tries to escape as I reach for her breast. But I grab her ankle and she goes crazy. Her whole body starts contorting. “I’m ticklish!”