Page 5 of Poisoning Ivy
Doctor Cody Whitmore, a hotshot surgeon in Chicago. My hatred for him grew with each photo I clicked through, looking at his plastic face and that fake fucking smile. He’s rich, he’s married to Ivy fucking D’Aquino, and he’s got a face like a young Johnny Depp, but he doesn’t look happy in any of the pictures. Something is missing from his life, and I’m curious to learn what it is.
Our little pawn and her husband brought this all upon themselves, and they made it so fucking easy. Trapped in the mountains hours from the airport, with no possessions, no car, no wi-fi, no escape. It’s too fucking good.
When we make our move, they’re going to be absolutely helpless.
Killian and Theo are lucky that I’m a patient man, because watching her stand naked in front of me, everything on display, makes me want to launch myself at her and bury my cock in her throat. Maybe even try to crawl inside her and live in her—it’s the only place I ever wanted to be anyway.
I didn’t get it the first time Theo took us to see her. I didn’t understand why he was so obsessed with the girl in that cabin, who we never saw. But then Killian introduced us to her, and it made sense. She was so different from anything that we’d ever seen, and I liked her immediately. Since the summer I saw her swimming in the creek in that green swimsuit that made her eyes look like sea glass she’s been my fucking obsession, my torture, my victim. My reason for existing. I called her my poison because she corrupted me in one single instant. Like Medusa turning men to stone for getting a glimpse of her, she made me into a monster with a single glance.
The chandelier above the antique soaker tub lights her up in a gentle glow, making her look so much softer than the little pit viper I know her to be.
I grind my jaw together as she climbs into the tub, the little glimpse of her pink pussy disappearing just as quickly as she graced me with it. She sinks under the surface of the water, gingerly avoiding the water with her neon green cast. I’ve never seen a full-grown adult choose such an intolerable color for their cast—usually they just go with neutrals, so they don’t draw any unnecessary attention. But Ivy loves attention, my little whore. Of course, she’d choose the color that makesmoreeyes gravitate toward her as if she’s not the most obnoxiously gorgeous thing in the room, no matter where she goes.
I fucking hate her as much as I don’t.
She sinks into the water just enough that her tits stay above the surface—those sure look like they’ve filled out a little since the last time I had them in my mouth. Her nipples stand at attention, desperate for a hot tongue, and I can feel my mouth watering at the thought, the memory of her taste.
The cracking of a branch somewhere behind me draws my attention over my shoulder, and through the dark of night, I see Theo creeping toward me, his eyes fixed on the glass.
“I missed the show?”
“Show hasn’t even begun.” I laugh, the sound husky and full of every bit of the ache that’s building in me at having her so near and yet so fucking far away.
“No,” Theo agrees, his breath ghosting over the back of my neck as he draws up behind me, sending a shiver through me. His heat makes me start to come apart even before he says, “But I can give you a preview…”
His lips trace the exposed skin on the back of my neck, breathing me in without touching me yet, stoking the flame until he knows I’m going to fucking burn out of control for him.
“Killian’s going to be here in twenty minutes.” He says, as if he has to convince me of this. “Plenty of time to recover before we get in there…”
I can’t control the growl that slips out of my throat, the absolute desperate hunger in me overriding everything else. It’s all he needs. Theo wraps his hands around my waist, his skilled fingers slipping the buckle free of my belt and dipping under the waistband of my boxers so that he can shove them down around my knees.
“Look at her,” he whispers, wrapping his fingers around my cock and squeezing me hard. The warmth of his big hand covers the base of me, and it draws out a long moan from the back of my throat that makes my eyes flutter closed.
Theo has the magic touch—he always has. He bucks against me with his own hips, reminding me that he gave me an order, so I open my eyes to take her in.
“I hate her,” I breathe, fighting the flutter as he strokes me to the tip, smoothing a thumb over my slit, and collecting the drop of precum that’s been sitting there like a dirty little secret as I watch her through the glass.
“Me, too.” Theo whispers, jerking me again in his hand, just a little firmer this time, building the fire.
“We’re going to fucking ruin her,” I gasp, bracing a palm against the glass as he draws closer, pinning me against him without any chance at escape. We’ve already made sure to tint the windows so she can’t see out the glass, but I almost wish shecouldlook up and glimpse us here. I’d love to see the terror in her eyes when she sees two masked men fucking while they watch her in the bath.
“What are we going to ruin first?” He asks, knowing he’s driving me to the edge fast. He tugs his own jeans down with his free hand, and I feel the twitch of his cock as he shifts behind me, stroking faster.
“Her cunt.” I gasp, imagining the warmth enveloping me, the feeling of her spasms as she tries to whip out from beneath me, her squirming giving me new angles to penetrate her deeper.
“So basic.” He huffs, unimpressed. “We should turn her inside out. Fuck her everywhere, all at once so hard that she feels like she’s just jumped through time and space.”
“Fuck,” I whimper, imagining the sound of her cries as we show her no mercy. “But if we ruin her cunt first,” I gasp as he tugs me to crescendo, “she’ll think the worst is over.”
“Silly little slut.” He growls. “She’s not getting out of it that easy.” His palm skates down my ass, and he shoves two fingers inside without prelude, making me clench in sweet agony.
“Fuck,” I cry, my fingers flexing against the glass.
Inside, I see Ivy’s eyes pop open, probably wondering what that noise was that she just heard.
“I can’t wait to see her lick our cum out of your ass. You’ve always taken what Killian and I give you. Are you going to share it with our little slut?”
Theo moans when I gasp out a yes. He adds another finger, forcing me to open for him and dragging me to the edge. His hand slips away from my cock, leaving it pulsing furiously, so fucking close that the loss of his touch is painful. His now free hand comes up to wrap around my throat, squeezing tight enough that I gasp for air I don’t even fucking want.
