Chapter 592

Roy didn’t want to explain at all right now. He just wanted to kiss every inch of Molly, leaving his marks all over her body. In fact, the thought of someone else being intimate with her made him furious.

At Molly’s cold voice, he paused for a moment, then bit down harder on her soft lips. His scorching kisses seemed like they would mat her...

Molly hadn’t expected Roy to react so intensely. Roy kissed her lips again, pinching her hard, his movements filled with a fierce possessiveness over her.

He deliberately squeezed Molly’s waist. Molly instantly went weak, having to let him take control.

“Momo, only I can kiss you, only I can hold you.” He kissed her lips until they were slightly swollen. His eyes were filled with obsession for Molly.

His red eyes added a hint of charm to him. Even though he could smell his own scent on her, his heart still ached, a kind of sadness that felt suffocating.

Roy buried his head in her neck. “Momo, how could you let someone else kiss you?” He left another tooth mark on her shoulder. “Momo, my heart hurts so much, like it’s going to die.”

His breathing was heavy, and as he spoke, he bit down harder.

Molly felt sorry for him, yet found it a little funny. The marks on her body were clearly left by him, but he didn’t remember.

She hadn’t meant to agitate him. She just wanted him to see these marks and remember what had happened that night. But he hadn’t remembered a thing; instead, he’d started being jealous.

It hurt her, too. Roy had even broken the skin.

Usually, Roy loved to act cute, but when provoked, he turned fierce at once, as if he wanted to devour her.

To control her, Roy kept touching her sensitive spots. If he’d used that cleverness elsewhere, Molly wouldn’t have needed this way to remind him.

Roy said almost frantically, “Momo, has this place been touched by others, too?” He pointed tremblingly at her vagina, his whole body tense, as if he might collapse any second.

At the thought of that image, his sharp wolf claws couldn’t help but emerge. The bed sheet was torn by him.

“Who did this to you, Momo? Who is he?” Roy kissed her eagerly and heavily. “Momo, you’re being so bad, letting other men touch you? You’re mine, mine!”

Roy wanted to possess her. He wouldn’t give other men any chance. Only he could touch Molly’s most private places.

Just then, Molly suddenly said, “Don’t you remember touching there yourself not long ago?”

His movements froze. Roy was stunned. He held his breath, looking at Molly with teary eyes, and murmured, “Momo, what do you mean?”

Molly looked at him unhappily and said, “Roy, do you think you’ve hidden your identity well?” She mocked, “If I didn’t know you’re Roy, do you think I’d let you sleep in my bed, and flatter me like that every day?”

Roy felt cold sweat break out on his back.

Molly said somewhat unhappily, “Let go of me.”

Roy’s momentum deflated at once. He let go of Molly in a panic, then looked at her innocently. But when he saw those marks on her snow white skin, he felt guilty.

Roy was holding Molly’s wrist. His grip was so tight that it left faint red marks. She said, “I’ve never seen you act like that before.” She pinched his jaw. “You like being jealous of yourself that much?”

Roy’s Adam’s apple rolled. “Momo, I…” He held her hand, speaking humbly, “Momo, let me blow on it for you.”

Feeling his warm breath, Molly almost couldn’t hold back a laugh.

Her heart softened. But if Roy noticed that, he would definitely go too far.

Roy held Molly’s hand, blowing on her red and swollen wrist. He said in a trembling voice, “I’m sorry, I hurt you.”

Molly replied faintly, “It’s not the first time.”

Roy choked up. He had no idea when he’d left those marks on her. He hung his head, racking his brain to remember, but couldn’t recall a thing. He grabbed his hair in frustration.

Because he couldn’t remember, he felt defeated. He hung his head, peeping at the love bites on Molly’s body. Then, something suddenly crossed his mind.

At that time, he was curled up in the bathtub, his heart hurting so much that his whole body ached. Momo seemed to appear, and he held her, crying that it hurt.

So, those marks he saw were indeed made by him. He had already exposed his identity back then.

Yet, he still tried every means to hide his identity. He not only dug holes to bury clothes when in wolf form, but also got jealous of himself. Thinking about this, Roy felt utterly discouraged.

Molly had known from the start that the wolf was him, which was why she indulged Roy so much and was so gentle with him.

Roy tensed up. “Momo, I didn’t mean to hide from you. I just didn’t want you to see me like this.” He explained carefully, “Momo, don’t be mad at me. Forgive me, okay?”

He did his best to look cute. If he didn’t apologize, he’d be done for. Roy’s mind was working very fast, not at all like his silly self before.

Molly narrowed her eyes. “No,” she said with a smile, “Just look at how many mistakes you’ve made.”

Roy hugged Molly again. This time, he kissed her very gently, even pressing a kiss on the spot he’d bitten earlier. “Momo, I won’t do it again.”

Molly pushed him away, stopping his kisses, then pinched his ear and squeezed his face. After that, she stroked his abs and ordered, “Kneel.”

Roy had thought his apology would make her stop being angry and forgive him, but punishment was unavoidable.

Roy endured the discomfort, kneeling obediently on the bed. He looked at Molly pleadingly and said, “I’m kneeling, Momo.”

Molly got off the bed. The butterfly tattoo on her collarbone and the thorns tattoo on her calf made her look both dangerous and charming. She picked up something, was gone for about a minute or two, then slowly returned.