"No! I'll never be yours." Molly cried out as he backed her against the wall and lowered his hands to her waist.
She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't seem to tear her gaze from his. It seemed as if the fates had forced their paths to cross. It was strange, but she couldn't seem to dismiss the idea. Unnerved, she remained a captive of his strange ever changing eyes.
"Ah, Molly. It will be easier if you don't fight, but more interesting if you do. It has been decided that you will be mine and Queen of the Underworld."
"You can't keep me here, my mother will search for me, my friends will try and find me-"
"They won't find you, no one on earth saw me and no one will think to look for you here."
His hand, slid up her spine…his scent of smoke and something sharper intoxicated her…and before she could make another sound, his mouth took hers, possessing her lips in warm, ravishing kiss. She was too stunned to move, her hands rigid at her side, her body anchored by him.
She'd been kissed before, by young boys who had walked with her in her gardens. But none of those quick kisses had been like this…a slow kiss by someone who was completely forbidden to her. She'd never been able to resist something forbidden to her, so she lifted blindly into the kiss. He responded by demanding more and separated her lips with his tongue which set her senses on fire.
When his mouth released hers suddenly, it left her dazed. Keeping his hands on her, he bent his head to her ear. "See, it's not so bad here."
Realizing what had just happened, Molly wondered if he'd cast some type of enchantment on her. He was the King of the Dead, the dreaded keeper of the Underworld, and she'd just kissed him! What was worse was that she'd allowed him to kiss and the thought made her cringe. Her mother would faint dead away. It didn't matter how he'd been able to make her defenses come down. The fact was he'd been able to make her give into him. She was now in the Underworld and she'd have to find a way to get out.