Page 68 of Poisoning Ivy
"Are you close, Ivy?" I chuckle, knowing the answer without even having to ask. I can hear it, feel it.
"Yes," she whimpers, and I'm glad, because holding off this time is torture. I double my pace, chasing the high she gives me, the high she always has. "Fuck! I— Theo!"
I glance up to see him capture her in a carnal kiss, unleashing hunger and chaos and so much need into that moment.
I know when I drive her to orgasm because she screams into Theo's mouth before he muffles it with his mouth on hers, pressing harder. I'd think he's trying to suffocate her if it weren't for the clash of teeth. It's like permission to put myself out of my misery, to let go of the fire in my stomach, the desperation to maintain this moment for an eternity.
I all but collapse against her as I work through my release, making her take it all despite how ravenous I know Monty and Theo are right now. I could pull my cock from her and they'd lap at it desperately, but I'm not so cruel. I allow myself a moment of relief, pressing a kiss against the fabric covering her taut stomach, and then I take Monty's spot, holding her aloft for him to have his fill.
"Fuck, Poison," he groans, sliding between her thighs and guiding her legs over his shoulders.
She doesn't even tense, accepting the weightlessness as Theo and I hold her aloft for Monty to devour. And just before he does, I see it in her.
Every interaction we've ever had has led us to this point, each experience, no matter how depraved or wrong, has led to this moment. To the most beautiful, sweet surrender.
She poisoned us from the first time we met her. But now, we've evened the score. We've corrupted her completely, absolutely. Iturned her from a delicate fawn into a vicious killer, oh so willing to be fucked in her husband's blood.
She poisoned us, but we poisoned her right back.
Epilogue
Theo
“You don’t think they’ll find him?” Ivy asks, nipping at her bottom lip to try and trap the anxiety. As if she can hide it from us.
Watching her these last few days has been so fucking surreal. We’ve loved her for the last twelve years in stolen moments, a couple of nights a year. She would show up out of nowhere, and then disappear just the same, taken back to her mysterious life in the city. But now she’s here, with us, and nobody can take her away.
I fucking dare them to try.
“Relax, Poison.” Monty reminds her, rubbing between her shoulders. “It’s over.”
Her eyes flick up to take him in, though I’m not sure she really sees him, since she only nods and blows out another breath.
“What did you say he said to you again?”
That question, I realize with a roll of my eyes, is for me. “If you can’t calm down, I’ll force you to. No one is looking for you, Tiger Lily. Which means no one will come to your rescue if I decideto keep you chained up in our basement and fuck every thought you’ve ever had out of that pretty little head.”
Killian snickers, and when I glare at him, he’s still smirking. “I think I’m rubbing off on you, Teddy.”
I bristle at the nickname he likes to taunt me with, telling me that I’m soft and sweet like a teddy bear. My mother was the only one who called me that, and she’s dead now. I’ve thought about knocking a few of his teeth out, but I enjoy the occasional graze of them when he’s got my cock in his mouth.
Ivy swallows, reminding me of how hot her delicate throat looked with Killian inside her. I’m going to collar her whether I have to chain her up or not… I need my good little pet to remember that we’ll take care of her every need. She has nothing to worry about, no matter what her father-in-law said. Our sweet girl doesn’t know it yet, but she’s buying her father-in-law time on this side of the dirt.
We’ve barely left Killian’s bed this week other than to handle the finer deals, such as calling Cody’s next of kin to inform him that his son and daughter-in-law had been killed in a fiery car accident, that the bodies were unrecognizable because of the explosion. Monty only left our bed to explain to the same man that the car he’d already processed hadn’t been salvageable and was already crushed into a sardine can along with the rest of their possessions. And Killian? He’s only left for as long as it took to procure a set of bodies from the morgue for her father-in-law to claim… and to see to it that Cody was incinerated properly.
He's scattered all throughout the mountains now, sprinkled from the passenger side window of my car as Ivy said her final goodbye. And by goodbye, I mean ‘fuck you’. The small bit of his remains that Killian did keep are in a vial on his trophy shelf—right next to my parents, to Tilly, to her Uncle Vitoli, to the others I don’t even remember the names of. He doesn’t labelthem, and I don’t ask, but I know exactly which one belongs to Cody—it’s been enhanced with our cum, a literal cocktail Ivy gathered with her skilled tongue and spat back into his bottle. It’s a fitting way for him to spend eternity, trapped like he kept his wife, surrounded by us.
“But what if—?”
Killian cuts her off with his hand around her throat, giving her a squeeze that looks just firm enough to re-wire her thoughts. Her eyes fix on him and I watch the anxiety melt away.
“You’re insatiable, Poison.” Monty chuckles, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “You still insist on worrying. Is it because you know it will get us to fuck you again?”
I watch her shiver, her brilliant eyes wide at the thought of taking more. Honestly, she may be stuck to the sheets as much as we’ve pumped our cum into her these last few days. She’s taken to switching them every night before she showers, and we’ve taken to making a mess of both things immediately after. I know she’s tired, her body exhausted and achy, and yet there’s no denying the way the lust sparks in her eyes every time. It’s lucky for her that our girl’s got an appetite that can keep up with ours. Maybe that’s one benefit of her husband denying her all those years.
I trace my fingers over the letters on her breast. They’re faint, not as significant as Killian’s marks on her, but they’re so fucking beautiful. They spark a primal pride, make my already hard cock tighten painfully.
“Monty’s the only one,” I say, flicking my eyes up to hers.
