Page 51 of Poisoning Ivy
I recover quick, but she must have been planning this, because she's already at the door by the time I turn back to her. I let the axe fall so I can chase after her, but there's no need. Monty's got a handful of her bright red hair wrapped in his hand, and he uses it to reel her back just as she gets the door open.
"Should have known you'd run." I say, walking around them to close the door as Monty falls overtop of her, pinning her beneath him so she can't try to do that again. "It was a valiant effort, Bambi, but you can't outmaneuver us. Take her back over there."
Ivy fights him in vain. Monty may be the smallest of us, lithe compared to my bulk, but he overpowers her easily, dragging her behind me as I return to Theo and the doc. As I slip the gun out of the back of my jeans, his eyes go wide. This is the least fun way to kill someone, but I'm just fucking sick of dealing with him. This kill isn't for my pleasure; it's for her freedom.
"This gun?" I kneel down, making sure he gets a good look at it. "This is what took your wife's virginity. I put it in her mouth and pulled the trigger, but the chamber only had one bullet... or rather, one blank." I chuckle, glancing up to see Ivy's face, the shock at my confession that her life was never in danger. I mean, technically blanks can be dangerous, but it wasn't a bullet in the chamber the whole time. "So, I put it in her pussy, fucked her hard and fast. I broke that hymen you think a doctor checked her for... with this." I groan at the memory of how tight she was, howmuch she resisted. "She didn't want to admit it, but it felt good. She came so hard my finger just... slipped over the trigger."
Her husband opens his mouth to presumably tell me I'm fucked up, and I take advantage, shoving the gun between his lips. "We enjoyed every drop she gave us. She's so fucking sweet... delicious. I bet you can't taste her anymore. It's been a while."
He gags, his watery eyes going red with the strain of how hard they're bugging out of his head as I push the barrel deeper on his tongue.
"Oh, she took it deeper than that." Theo tuts. "Come on, is that really all you've got?"
I'm not exactly giving him the chance to show us his predictably abysmal deepthroating skills, fucking his mouth with the weapon myself. My cock is hard, but it's not for the pathetic man before me, who Theo drags to his knees so I can thrust it back and forth faster. It's Ivy, watching with something burning in her eyes that's got me constricting inside my boxers. She can try to run and act like she doesn't support this or that she's not a killer, but there's a hunger in her eyes that can't be explained away... lust.
"Is her pussy dripping?" I ask Monty, glancing over to watch as he dips a hand between her legs.
Ivy doesn't even fight him as he cups her, a little whimper slipping from the back of her throat as his finger skates over her seam.
"Fuck." Monty's voice shakes over the single syllable. "She's soaked."
"Dirty bird." Theo laughs. "I knew you liked watching."
I pull the gun from her husband's mouth and hold it out to her, an invitation. "Last chance. You kill him, or we kill you both. We have no allegiance to you anymore. I can't let you go unless you're in it with us. You understand, don't you, Bambi?"
"Each chamber is loaded this time." Theo tells her. "One good shot between the eyes and it's all over."
"I— " Her breath catches as Monty continues playing with her pussy. "I can't."
I turn back to her, ignoring the doctor's loud and pathetic retching as he dry heaves.
"I'm disappointed in you, Bambi." I sigh to drive it home and then turn the gun on her husband, who stills suddenly when he sees me pointing the barrel at him.
I don't hesitate a second longer, squeezing the trigger.
Chapter twenty-seven
Monty
She clenches around my fingers when the gun fires, and I'm reminded of how fucking sexy she looked with that same gun shoved up her beautiful cunt, how she trembled with the fear, how that orgasm made her entire body shake so that she looked fucking possessed.
The bullet takes him out easily. He moans for a few seconds, pleads with us to help him, writhes pathetically on the ground. I watch Ivy's face as she watches her husband die, warring between letting herself feel the pleasure I'm forcing onto her and being properly horrified by the sight before her.
I'm not interested in his final moments when there's so much fun still to be had.
"Bring her over." Killian says. "Let our sweet Ivy get a good look at her husband dying..."
She shivers when I pull my fingers out from her, smearing her own wetness on her thigh, and then drag her with me over to where Killian and Theo stand over her husband. She whimpers and I can't tell if it's from the loss of me filling her or the sight of all the blood on the ground. Killian did her a kindness, shootinghim in the chest. Now at least she won't have to look at her husband's brains lying in chunks on the ground when we throw her down and fuck her.
"Til death do you part." Killian smirks, reaching a hand out to skate it over her cheek. "Don't worry, Ivy. You were a faithful wife... but you're a widow now."
"We freed you." I tell her.
Ivy shakes her head, her face sticky with tears she cried earlier. I think she may be out of them, because her eyes don't well up as she stares at the body on the ground, but her lips tremble before she even speaks.
"You killed him."
"You could have done it," Theo shrugs. "But you refused to stand up to him. You always refuse to stand up to anyone. I know why you do it withus... because you like it when we push you around. But what about with your parents? With him?"
