Page 31 of Poisoning Ivy
I can't decide whether that's supposed to be a compliment or an insult, so I just muster another small smile and glance behind them, trying to gauge the distance to the shore where I can reasonably climb out.
"So does Bambi." Killian says, his fingers on the side of Tilly's head guiding her closer to his mouth, where he presses an oddlypossessive kiss against her cheek. That kiss makes me question everything. "She's always trying to run. Even right now."
I swallow as Tilly chuckles, appraising me.
"I don't bite." Her voice is soft and sweet, almost melodic as she moves closer to me, and I freeze, not sure where to go. I find myself staring at her as she moves toward me, nipping gently at her bottom lip in an ironic contradiction to her previous statement.
When her hand slips around the back of my waist, I stiffen, confused, and her giggle echoes against my skin as she pulls me against her. "Are you scared?"
I'm terrified, but not of her. I just don't understand the heat pooling low inside me, the sudden spike of desire, the fire on my skin where her fingers are sliding down my shoulder.
"No." I say, realizing I've waited a beat too long to answer.
"Don't be." She smiles, and then her lips are on mine, and she's stealing my breath.
I feel Theo move behind me, his arms wrapping against me as Tilly's tongue swipes over my lips, stealing permission to enter before I can even think about denying. As her tongue slides against mine, I can taste the wine she must have had before she came here, sweet and fragrant, and as she deepens the kiss and my defenses slip away, I wonder just how much of it she's drunk and how often she makes out with girls she's never met.
But Tilly is a good enough kisser that I don't care to question why she's doing this. She dismantles my defenses, making me hungry for more of whatever spell she's putting on me. I'm hyper aware of every movement of her tongue and Theo's touch, and the hard nudge of his dick against my ass that makes a little moan slip out of me, a sound that encourages Tilly to slip her hands between my legs.
No sooner does her palm skate against my clit, making me suck in a deep breath, than her lips disappear. I hear the soundof her body moving through water as Killian whips her away from me, crashing his mouth against hers in a kiss that looks so violent, I actually shudder. My lips are swollen, tingling from where her kiss left me wanting more, and my body aches as he practically devours her.
Jealousy and lust war with my common sense and my mother's voice in the back of my head, calling me a filthy whore as I watch him ravish her. They move in a tangle of lips and limbs, Killian pushing her toward the riverbank. Monty moves away, heading back the way we came in as Theo skates a hand over my ass, his fingers twitching and making my breathing pick up.
"You like watching, Tiger Lily?" He hums against my neck, his hot breath making me clench. "Well, just keep watching, 'cause you're about to witness the best show of your life."
Shame thunders through my bloodstream, hand in hand with the desire as Killian presses Tilly against the ground, her face against the dirt, so that she has to turn her cheek to the rocks as Killian lines himself up behind her. Her eyes are closed as he rolls the condom on, her mouth open, and for a moment, I think she looks like she isn't enjoying herself as much as she's pretending to.
And then Killian must slam into her, because her eyes fly open and lock with me as he grips her by the hair, pulling so that his grip forces her back to arch.
Her tits bounce and slap in the air as he pounds her body again and again, each thrust making her body quake and pulling sounds of absolute pleasure from her. I doubted it for a minute, but unless she's a Golden Globe nominee, she's very much enjoying herself. She's so loud that Killian tells Monty to shut her up, and Monty strides through the water, his hands below the surface as he approaches them. For a minute, I think he's going to gag her or something, but then he grips the back of herhead, taking over for Killian, and plunges her head under the water. He holds her down a second until she calms, and then he groans in obvious pleasure, his hips buck, and I realize he's fucking her mouth under the water.
The jealousy somehow makes me ache more, clenching around the hollow feeling inside me, the places where I've been empty far too long, starved of all the right kinds of attention.
"You're getting a private show, Ivy." Theo whispers, his fingertips skating up the flat expanse of my stomach to wrap around one breast and making me gasp a little. "Shh," he whispers, releasing his grip far too soon. "Focus."
I don't know how I'm supposed to focus with all of the things warring inside of me, but I try, watching Tilly's back arch and her spine straighten as I imagine she's exhausting her lung capacity. When I think she's surely going to drown on Monty's cock, he stops thrusting, groaning out his release, and then pulls her, gasping and choking, out of the water. He pins her back down a minute while Killian drives himself closer to orgasm, and she focuses on trying to breathe again, water streaming off her face and something shining on her lips. Black streaks from her mascara drip like blood down her pale cheeks, and while she struggles to learn how to breathe above water again, she also groans with pleasure as Killian smashes his hips against hers.
He regains the grip he had on her hair, arching her back and exposing more of her, and her pants come faster, her moans rolling into a sound like thunder.
"Fuck, baby." She cries, and all the arousal that's been pooling in me is extinguished as jealousy overpowers it, dampening the mood. I turn to look away, but Theo sets me straight, his big hands framing my face. From the corner of my eye, I see him lick his lips in anticipation, and I watch through the tears burning my eyes as Killian drives himself to the edge.
I don't realize what it is at first, when Monty passes something to him and Killian palms it, getting a grip on it.
The moonlight glints on something silver as Tilly screams and Killian grunts out his release. And then I see the blade move across her throat, blood splashing across her naked breasts and raining into the water. I suck in a breath, prepared to scream myself, but Theo's big hand covers my mouth, and his arm around my neck holds me hostage to witness as Killian slows, the water easing as he nears the end. His hand in Tilly's hair stays, keeping her upright as he slides out of her and straightens, letting out a shaky breath.
I watch as Tilly's wide eyes lose the light, realization dawning on her a moment before me that this was fucking real.
She's dead, and Killian acts as if it's no big deal, sliding his fingers over the blade to wipe it clean of the bright red blood.
"Don't fucking call me baby."
Chapter eighteen
Ivy
Age Nineteen
My throat seems to forget how to work as the scream gets trapped there, stifled like the heat that was coursing through my blood moments earlier. I know I should run, but I can't get my feet to move... can't get any part of me to move. And when Killian's eyes cut to mine, they render me useless to do anything other than stare at him through the tears pooling in my eyes.
