Page 39 of Poisoning Ivy
My mouth is watering, drool dripping onto my chest as I lean over Killian's arm, just in case it comes. But it never does, and after a few seconds, the panic of choking subsides in time for another panic to take over as Killian shifts, taking the gun with him as he drops between my legs with a devious smirk. Monty grabs my thigh, holding me still in a completely unnecessary show of control. There's not a chance I'd try moving right now, when the real threat is the gun that Killian is trailing down my hips, headed straight for my pussy, which clenches violently with terror.
"No!" I gasp, because the look in his dark eyes makes it clear exactly what he's going to do even before I feel the wet metal, coated in my spit, as it coasts over my clit. The little nub mounted atop the barrel steals my breath as it sends a ripple ofpleasure through me in the wake of the horror that immediately preceded it.
"Fuck," Killian practically purrs, and I've never heard him sound so strained as he is when he spreads my pussy with the barrel of the gun, showing him just how wet I am, betraying how much the intoxicating fear has made me crave things I don't even understand. "You're dripping, Bambi."
"Describe it to me, Monty," Theo says, his voice tight as he strains around me to get a look at what the others are seeing.
Humiliation sears through me even brighter than the fear as Monty groans, and some self-destructive part of me looks up to find him biting his lip so hard that blood blooms around his pearly white teeth.
"Fuck," he echoes Killian's sentiment. "She's glistening, pink and perfect." He lets out a shaky laugh and glances up at Theo. "So fucking perfect."
"So fuckingwet." Killian corrects him. "Our girl isn'tjustan adrenaline junkie."
Hearing him call me 'our girl' sets butterflies free in my stomach, but they simply fly in circles, battering their wings against my insides with nowhere to go.
"Stop." I try again, a hot tear dripping onto my chest and running cold between my breasts.
"You don't want me to stop." Killian licks his lips, prying his eyes from where I am splayed out before him, the gun situated between my folds. "You just think it's what you're supposed to say. Right, Bambi?"
"Relax, Poison, and let's finish the game." Monty soothes, his fingers dipping close to my wet pussy, which is absolutely throbbing. My heartbeat has migrated south, thundering violently in the space between my legs where I feel the tip of the barrel press against my entrance.
I've let a small part of me hold onto the foolish hope that they were just fucking with me, torturing me mentally more than physically, but the pressure assures me we aren't simply playing for laughs. It gives me the courage I need to fight against them, twisting my upper body away from Theo, who gave me the advantage when he leaned forward. I slip between his grasp, rolling onto my hands and knees so that I can scramble away from them.
My advantage isn't enough, and Theo yanks me up by my hair so that when Monty or Killian grip my legs and yank me back, I feel like I'm being split in two.
"Naughty, naughty, Tiger Lily." Theo hums, and the sound of a blade flicking through the air alerts me to the pocket knife he just flipped open. "I think I'm going to carve my name into you this time."
The grip on my hips rolls me back to the ground as Theo descends, pressing the blade against the loose fabric of my shirt, which falls away easily as he drags it through the blade.
"Theo," I gasp, "please."
"Where do you want me to mark you, Flower?" He trails the curve of one breast, held up by the cups of my lacy black bra, and then moves to the other. "Killian's already claimed that ass, but I think I'd like mine in a place where you'll have to look at it every day... a place where you'll see it and remember that you belong to us." His eyes flicker from one breast to the other, like he simply can't decide, and then he slips the blade beneath the band of my bra, letting it fall away to expose me to the cool air.
"I know," he says, his deep voice almost soothing as he leans forward, setting the point of the blade into soft flesh just inches from my nipple. It bites into me and blood wells to the surface, dripping back toward me with the force of gravity as he continues, obscuring my view.
A wicked, horrible, dirty pleasure sparks in me as he lowers his mouth to me, sucking a nipple into his mouth and rolling his hot tongue over it so gently that it's completely at odds with the violence of his knife. My back arches, my hips lifting, and I hear Killian and Monty laughing, taking the pleasure away to replace it with humiliation as Theo releases my nipple and moves to my other breast, repeating the process.
It's a sharp pain, but it's dulled by the caress of whoever is stroking my thigh, the thumb dipping lower to test my entrance again. I feel it there as Theo finishes his work and rolls my other nipple into his mouth. I feel the way my body contracts, like it's welcoming that intrusion as Theo's teeth sink into my nipple, sending a jolt of fiery pleasure straight down to my core.
"Beautiful," Theo hums, lapping at the blood on my skin once more before swinging his leg over me and standing.
"See, we had a problem, Bambi." Killian says, drawing my attention to him. My body feels heavy, unable to move, so I roll my head and shift my eyes to get a glimpse of him kneeling between my legs with the gun still in hand. "We're closer than friends... brothers, really. We vowed long ago not to let anything come between us... but then you showed up."
"And you kept coming back, no matter how cruel we were to you." Monty says. I don't see him because lifting my head feels like too much effort, but I hear his words and then feel the press of his lips against my thigh, making my breath leave me in a gasp.
"So, we decided to claim you, in every way." Theo explains.
"Only problem is, none of us could decide who got to take your virginity," Killian laughs, like it's a silly thing. "I took Theo's. And Theo took Monty's. So, at first we thought Monty should take yours, and it could be all nice and slow like." His laugh is darker this time. "But when we sent him to your roomlast summer, we watched you guys. He didn't do anything. Just watched you all night, like a lovesick puppy dog."
Theo laughs, earning a little growl from Monty, who promptly tells him to shut up.
"Since we couldn't decide, we figured we'd let the gun take your cherry. And then each of us can paint our lips with your sweet flavor."
I can't even begin to contend with whatever they're saying, particularly when I feel the nudge of the metal against my canal.
"Deep breath, Poison." Monty warns me. "It'll only hurt for a minute."
I don't know if we're talking about me losing my virginity or the gun firing and ending my life, but either way, I'm powerless to do anything with Theo pinning my wrists to the hard wood floor, as if I have the energy to try and escape this.
