Page 25 of Poisoning Ivy
"Thetrainnearly won." Theo says, stepping around to stand at his friend's side. "What the fuck was that?"
"We played a game." I shrug. "And I won. So, I'm ready to claim my prize."
Monty rakes his hand through his short hair, and Theo looks scared, but Killian's face tips into a slow smirk.
"I'm impressed. What's your prize?"
I don't dare tell him. If I try to say the words to vocalize what I want, I'll lose the nerve. Instead, I stride toward him, emboldened by the fact that I just stood toe to toe with a moving train. If I could face that, I could face him.
Killian only raises a single eyebrow, intrigued, as I advance on him. Before I can stop myself, I grab his shoulder and push him against the wall, grinding my body against his and claiming his mouth with a ferocity I didn't know I had in me. I already gave my first kiss to Theo years ago, before they decided they hated me. It had been slow and sweet andwet, and while I've been out of practice since, this is a good fucking kiss.
My hate for him bleeds into the passion of the moment, matched by the disdain he's held for me from the first moment he knew who I was. I'm his favorite target, and he's the most beautiful misery I know, and somehow that twines in this moment into something depraved and wicked and absolutely fucking breathtaking.
Not one to give up control, Killian flips me so that my back is against the wall and he has all the leverage as one hand tangles near my scalp and the other grips my hip, his fingers slipping under the waistband of my shorts. Fear and desire twine together so strongly I can't tell where one begins and the other ends, and for a minute, I think he's going to skate his palm all the way down my panties and slip a finger inside of me. Instead, his nails dig into my skin hard enough to leave little half-moons by the time he pulls away, testing a theory on how much pain I'll let him give.
When I whimper with excitement, the smallest little growl slips out of the back of his throat, and I think he may devour me like the wolf he just sounded like. But he pulls away instead, so fast that it leaves me dizzy, aching, my wet lips cold, and every inch of me feeling desperately empty. I think it's over, that he's going to realize I'm not one of the tall blonde country girls who grew up hunting and fishing and can match his prowess. But instead of leaving, he uses the grip on my hair to force me to my knees.
I know it's wrong of me to feel the way I do when he gets me on my knees, but after years of him taunting me with it, Iwanthis dick. I want the power it will give me over him; I want to see him fall apart, even if only for a few seconds. But he doesn't remove his belt, shoving my head down toward the ground so that I have to throw my hands out to catch myself and keep my face out of the dirt.
"Help me hold her." Killian instructs.
"Killian!" I gasp.
There's the briefest moment of silence as terror pierces the excitement that's been buzzing in my veins, and I think Monty and Theo are about to tell Killian that he's taking it a step too far. But then I feel the movement behind me, followed a momentlater by an arm wrapping around the back of each of my legs, hooking around my knee, and effectively immobilizing me.
This is when panic sets in. I've been flirting with danger, wanting to feel something, wanting to feel good, but I don't want this. The three of them, using me like a whore in the muddy train tunnel?
"No!" I buck away from them, trying to dislodge any of them enough to get free.
"Shh!" Theo whispers, stroking my hair. Strands of it stick to my face, which I'm just realizing is covered with tears. I'm crying like a pathetic little bitch, I know, but the terror is racking my body, making everything shake. "It's okay." He presses a kiss to the crown of my head and settles his grip on my leg tighter, pulling me back toward them a little.
"No!"
This is what happens when you're a tease.I hear my mother's voice. What did you think would happen when you got in the car with them? You practically invited this! What did I do to deserve such a disobedient daughter? What will your father say?
Hands reach around to unbutton my shorts, and though I fight him, Killian's fast slipping the button free of the loop and retreating just enough to tug my shorts down my hips. The angle gives him a little trouble, and I shake back and forth in a pathetic attempt to dislodge him, but he's relentless and skilled enough that a horrific thought occurs to me that maybe he's done this before.
Once he gets them down to my knees, it gives him the access he needs, and I sob hard enough that he tells Theo to clamp a hand over my mouth. He smells like cinnamon, a smell so familiar and comfortable, and yet it makes me want to throw up. My stomach heaves as tears spill down my cheeks, but nothingcomes up. There's a smallschwingin the air, and then I feel the cool metal of the blade as he trails it over the globe of my ass.
"Relax, Bambi. I know how much this must hurt you—not being able to run when you're scared. But where's the girl who stood in front of a moving train, hmm?"
I feel the resistance disappear as he slices the string on one side of my thong and then the other, letting the fabric fall away so that nothing stands in his way. Every part of me tenses, waiting for the white-hot pain, the intrusion of a finger, or the sudden force of his cock. But none of it ever comes. Instead, a featherlight touch caresses my ass cheek, sending a shiver of confusion up my spine. And then the blade bites into my skin, the burn as it slices through my flesh making me scream out in shock.
The sound echoes around us—a haunting and desolate sort of noise, but it's not long-suffering. He moves the blade through my skin, picks it up, and then drops it down again, letting the tip dig into the unmarred skin next to it. And he does it again and again, until I think he is literally just torturing me, trying to make my mind snap at the heady combination of fear and pain.
"Shh!" He soothes, one hand caressing the skin next to where he began his work. "It's okay. Halfway there."
A gasp leaves my throat this time instead of a scream, and confusion steeps my brain. Halfway there? What the hell is he doing?
I feel Theo's hot breath on my cheek and turn to look at him, happy to focus on something other than the sharp movements of the blade.
"I told you he liked blood." Theo whispers. His voice sounds strained, like he's trying to keep it under control, and at first, I think he's trying to choke down objections to his friend's abuse. But then I realize it isn't that at all. Theo isn't disgusted by what he's witnessing; he’s turned on.
I exhale a breath, trying to control the whimper, breathing through the pain and humiliation. My breath over Theo's mouth is his undoing. He closes the distance between our faces, pressing his lips against mine and stealing a kiss.
Compared to Killian's, it's soft, but I wouldn't call it sweet. He's not trying to tame the pain or distract from it—he's trying to taste it through me.
"Almost there, Bambi. Sorry, it's just such a long name." Killian chuckles as I try to whip around to face him.
