Page 8 of Poisoning Ivy
I scream at the proximity, being effectively sandwiched between complete strangers. Another masked man is pressed up against the glass, one hand curling against the window pane where mine is planted. I can’t see anything of his face—the mask covers too much, but I can tell that he’s not just watching me.
Motion behind him catches my attention, and I realize there’s a third, wearing the identical mesh mask. They’ve each painted them differently, proving that it’s not a side-effect causing me to see double.
A stranger broke into my house for God knows what reason, and he didn’t come alone.
The rhythmic, jerking motion behind the man pressed up against the glass opposite me tells me exactly what’s going on. It’s so depraved I don’t know whether to scream or not, because though they’re clearly watching me from the outside, they’re not just spectating.
They’re fucking.
Chapter six
Killian
It took everything in me not to shove my cock between her ass cheeks and fuck her against the window so that they could see a little preview of exactly what I was going to do to her, right there in crystal clarity. But I like her terror—it’s the most erotic fucking thing I’ve ever felt. It’s like heaven and hell colliding in the most beautifully twisted way, and I don’t want it to be over too soon. We’ve got all night—maybe more. They’ve got no cell phones, no car, no way off the mountain except for my mercy. And I don’t have any of that.
They’re my toys for as long as I want them to be. My pretty little monster and her stupid bag of bones—a man who dared take what belongs to me. I might have never known about him, and he could have gone unpunished for it. But he was stupid enough to come here and try to pass her off as his possession.
Fucking idiot. I’m going to show him how wrong he was.
She’s so fucking pretty with tears rolling down her cheeks; the only time I’ve ever seen her prettier was when she was bleeding for me, the bright red blooming against the pale expanse of her skin. I slap her ass, right over the spot where I marked heronce before, and my cock constricts as she screws her eyes shut tighter, her desperate sobs shaking the rest of her as well as my hand on her ass just did.
“They’re almost done,” I promise, noting the way Theo’s hand is curled viciously in Monty’s hair. “And then we can have fun, too.”
“Please!” She begs, trying to appeal to a sense of human decency that I don’t have. “Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone! I—”
“Of course you won’t.” I agree. “Because your mouth will be too full of cock to breathe, let alone tell anyone what a dirty little whore you are.”
Her whimper is enough to make me come undone, and I dig my nails into the soft skin of her hip, trying to draw more sounds like that out of her. I see her clamp her mouth shut, trying to hold onto the tears, like she thinks if she traps her pain, I won’t get pleasure out of it.
Silly little doe.
I slip my hand around her waist and kick her feet apart, spreading her for me and for my brothers to see her pretty pussy before we destroy it.
“Please,” she begs, her voice fracturing under the weight of her stress. “Please don’t do this! I’ll do anything, I—”
Her desperate attempts at bargaining are cut off when I pinch her clit tight between my fingers, drawing a strangled cry out of her as she tries to choke back the scream. “You’ll doeverything.” I correct her, squeezing her between my thumb and forefinger hard enough that she doesn’t dare try to move. “You’remine. I say what you do, what you don’t. I give you pain.” I squeeze her harder, drawing a strangled whimper out of her. But I can feel the blood coursing under my fingers, the first of the arousal rushing at her as I ease back, touching the tip of my finger over her clit and rubbing a slow, sensuous circle around it. It’s sogentle compared to the touch just before, and I feel her go rigid when she realizes the point I’m making.
“Please… stop.” She pants, though the resolution that was in her voice before is predictably beginning to wane as pleasure edges in to ease the ache.
“Unless you’re begging me to fuck you harder, your pleas are useless. Just like your husband out there. Shall we go visit him?”
She doesn’t answer, closing her eyes as I dip my finger lower, running it along her slit and collecting the slick proof of my claims to own her. Her body wants this—wants me. And she doesn’t even fucking know it’s me, because just as I always suspected, she’s as much a whore as her mother. I coat her back and forth, dragging a little bit of it up to roll around her clit. Her body tenses against me, her legs buckling at the absolute degradation of being so turned on by someone she doesn’t know doing filthy things to her.
“Please…” She whimpers, and this time I can’t tell if it’s a plea for me to stop or a plea for me to continue. But it doesn’t matter anyway. Theo plants his hand on the glass, too, his fingers twining in Monty’s. The glass shakes with the force of his thrusts, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say Monty’s about to pass out. His body is limp like a rag doll as he gives himself over to Theo’s pleasure.
It only takes a few more strokes before Theo shudders. I can’t see his face, but I know him well enough to know his eyes are rolling back in his head as he hangs in the moment, purging himself of every drop of cum inside him.
And then he collapses against Monty’s backside, bringing both of them right up in front of her face. Ivy’s eyes have been closed while she tries to fight the pleasure. I have half a mind to work her up into an orgasm to prove to her thatIam the one who calls the shots, especially where her body is concerned. But as my fingers come to a stop, her lids flutter open, and I wonder ifMonty can count the tears on her lashes that she fought so hard to hold back.
God, this is going to be fun.
Chapter seven
Theo
“Two in under twenty minutes?” I praise Monty, my fingertips brushing the soft skin on his ass as I press a kiss against the back of his head. He smells like sweat and sandalwood, and a little bit like the oil and fuel injector from the shop. It’s a delicious combination, second only to how good his sweat tastes when I lick it from between his thighs. “I’m impressed with you.”
Monty huffs, something I think was maybe meant to be a laugh, but he’s lost the energy to even produce that sound. I reach down and pull my pants up first, then his. I don’t secure his belt since we won’t be needing it soon enough, and then I circle his waist with one arm and throw him over my shoulder.
