Page 10 of Poisoning Ivy
“Ouch.” Monty deadpans, not the least bit bothered by the attempt at an insult.
“You scared of a cock in your throat?” Killian asks, dropping down in front of where Cody’s bound to the chair with a series of padlocked bungee cords, stretched tightly enough that I can see the skin above and below them turning blue.
Her husband screams something unintelligible, and I think he might even cry as his voice edges toward hysteria.
Killian laughs, taking Cody’s scream for help as ayes.
“Pussy.” Killian mutters, turning back to us.
“That’s not very progressive of you, doc.” I say, watching the fear in his eyes take on a new light as he realizes this isn’t just some random attack. We know who he is. Doctor Cody Whitmore, a surgeon in Chicago’s premier hospital. “I thought you city types were supposed to be open to all that shit?”
“Fuck you!” Cody snaps, drawing a laugh from all three of us.
“I would, but you’re homophobic.” I flick my eyes to Ivy, who’s trapped against Monty’s chest with me still spreading her open. She turns her head away from me, trying to keep her shame private. “You’ve got terrible taste these days, but you taste incredible.”
“Let’s see how much of a homophobe you really are, doc.” Killian says, placing a hand on Cody’s shoulder and making him cringe as he walks behind his chair. “This is your wife… I guess you deserve a little say in what we do to her, so I’m going to let you choose. You want me to fuck you, or you want usallto fuck your wife?”
The strangled sound Ivy makes is cut off by the fingers that Monty slaps over her lips, shushing her cry so we can hear Cody’s answer.
Sweat drips down the side of his face, which is so red I almost wonder if he’s not secretly turned on. I can see the vein in his forehead twitch with the blood coursing through it.
“Just leave us the fuck alone!” He snaps, trying and failing to gain any leverage in the bungee cords. “We don’t have anything valuable.”
With one line, he proves he isn’t just a liar—he’s stupid too. The D’Aquinos probably have a safe or two here, filled with cash and rare gems and probably illicit substances, because they hadto have been involved in some shady shit. But even if they have none of that, he’s got the rarest gem right across from him.
“Not an option.” Killian shakes his head. “Someone has to get fucked tonight—there’s five holes here between the two of you, so you have more than enough to take care of us all. You just have to decide… would you take a bullet for your wife? Or, in this case,” he chuckles, “a cock up the ass?”
“No!” Cody growls, his teeth snapping together to prove my earlier assertion that he is indeed dumb enough to bite. “Stay the fuck away from me! Take her!”
Ivy cries out in despair, and I wonder if it hurts to know that her own fucking husband would rather her be brutalized than sacrifice himself to spare her the misery.
I hope it does.
Chapter eight
Killian
“Not very honorable, doc.” I tut, patting him on the shoulder condescendingly. “But good on you for making a choice.”
He tries to rip out from under my touch, but I’m already moving away from him, crossing the room to pick Ivy up by the hair. Having my fingers tangle in the mess of red feels as natural as breathing, and I use the grip to pull her from Monty’s lap and force her to her knees in front of her husband. I’m sure she’s been in this position a thousand times—hell, she probably lives on her knees. I’ve seen the way she worships cock and how well she swallows it. The bruises on her legs are probably from all the time she’s spent in this position with her husband in her throat.
“She’s so fucking pretty like that.” Monty says, getting to his feet and coming round to lean an elbow on Cody’s shoulder, watching with his chin in his hand.
Theo grabs one of the bungee cords I left on the entryway table and yanks Ivy’s arms behind her back, looping it around the cuff of her arms a couple times. He’s not as doting as Monty, but he seems to avoid getting too near her injured wrist, favoring her left side a little more gently. It’s what I like about Theo—he’sthe perfect midpoint between Monty and me. He’s the gravity that keeps me tethered to reality. And it doesn’t hurt that he’s so fucking beautiful, particularly as he navigates the firecracker that exploded our world years ago.
I don’t bother securing her with a padlock. She’s not gonna have the energy to fight me in a second.
Her pleas fall on deaf ears, the furious sound of her sobs doing nothing to abate the dark desire inside of me. I pin her calf to the ground with my knee, holding her in place as I slip my dick out of my pants and boxers.
“Fuck.” Cody whispers, a little bit of horror mixing with the awe in his voice as he gets a look at me, rock hard and so swollen I’m leaking a little in anticipation.
“For a homophobe, you look awfully interested in my cock.” I laugh, stroking a hand over my length to ease some of the ache there. Cody flushes red, his jaw snapping closed.
“It’s okay,” Monty reassures him, dusting the back of his knuckle over Cody’s cheek. “He’s fucking huge. It’s hard not to stare.”
Ivy whimpers, trying to throw me off the back of her legs. I grant her wish, slipping behind her and pulling her hips to be level with mine as she tries to twist away from me. My dick twitches when her soft skin brushes against the head, and I take in a measured breath, trying to get a little more control of myself. “You made the first choice so well. Let’s see how you do with this one.”
Cody grits his teeth, looking like a dog about to pounce, you know, except for the whole being bound to a dining table chair.
