passenger princess

Molly:

My birthday was around the corner. I was going to be twenty three in a few days and my legs still hurt, I could barely even move around. Not like I expected to be healed immediately, because the incident just occured yesterday, but I imagined not being able to dress pretty on my special day.

"Good morning, my Kitten," Farrell's husky tone came at me, and I snapped out of my reverie.

I turned to face him and he had a smile planted on his lips. He kissed me briefly on the neck before he started planting kisses on my neck.

"It sucks that I can't walk," I said, sighing deeply.

He stopped kissing me and he looked at me with a smirk.

"I have hands, and you'll be my passenger princess for today," he said.

I stopped myself from rolling my eyes at him because I feared what he would do. His temper was very quick— it switched from sunny to cloudy faster than a lightening bolt.

"I want you, but I fear I'll hurt your feet more," he said, running his hands from my neck, through my cleavages