Page 9 of Poisoning Ivy
“I can walk,” he tells me, though I hear a little undercurrent of amusement there.
“You telling me I didn’t fuck you hard enough?” I chuckle. “I don’t bounce back as fast as you, but I can go harder next time if you need?”
I know he doesn’t need me to go harder. I’m not sure he’s ever come so fucking hard in his life. The sounds he made were practically inhuman, and they made it so goddamn difficult tokeep it together as long as I did. But once Ivy got a look at us on the other side of the glass, once she realized she’s fucked in more ways than one, it got damn near impossible to control myself. Monty went feral at the sight of Killian playing with her pussy, and it only fed the need I have for him… and her.
“I’ll take everything you give me.” He laughs. “I always do.”
“And I love you for it,” I assure him, tossing the front door open and snickering at the wide-eyed stare the interloper fixes us with as I stride past him.
I guess Killian didn’t tell him that it was a party when he bound him to the shiny dining room chair. Or maybe he did, and the good doc just didn’t hear him as he fought. The purple bruise around his swollen left eye tells me that Killian didn’t let him off easy. The gag in his mouth is taped all the way around his head, offering him no opportunity to spit it out.
I drop Monty onto the couch—the same ugly ass plaid thing they’ve had in the cabin forever, which is pristine because it was purely for décor. Killian will be sure it’s covered in blood and cum, and whatever other bodily fluids happen to spill while we’re here.
I’m looking forward to it.
Killian rounds the corner with Ivy slung over his shoulder much the same way I carried Monty, and when he sees the man holding his naked wife captive, her husband screams. Or, at least, he tries despite the gag Killian gave him. I’m dying to know what’s behind that tape—we brought some toys from our personal stash, and I lowkey hope it’s a dildo. If it’s even half the dick he seems to be, he’s probably having fun deepthroating silicon right now.
It won’t last, but for the time being I’ll enjoy his silence as much as we’ll enjoy their screams.
“Cody!” Ivy screeches, reaching out across the distance like her pathetic husband can save her from what’s about to happen. Nobody can, and she’ll figure that out soon enough.
Cody’s muffled screams make my cock start to twitch, trying to recover already so that we can go for round two. I want to hear his fucking mind break when he sees his wife, triple-stuffed like the pathetic, desperate whore she is. The fucker will probably be reduced to a drooling sycophant by the time we’re done showing him that we own her body.
“That’s sweet,” I laugh, walking past Ivy without even giving her a passing glance. I open the fridge, grab a water bottle and twist the cap off. By the time I return to the others, Killian’s thrown her on the couch, where she immediately tries to scramble up. Monty hooks an arm around her neck, pinning her down so that she can’t see as he pushes the mask up just enough to expose his smooth chin as he drinks. When I pass him the water, he drains it in one go before he throws the bottle at Cody, who whimpers as if it’s a lead pipe and not empty plastic.
“You really think he can do anything to help you?” I ask her, studying her face—the tears and the black tracks of her mascara.
“You really think hewould?” Monty challenges, running his hand down her shoulder and helping himself to a handful of her tit. They fill his palm more than they used to, and when he coaxes her pink nipple into a stiff point, I lift my mask just enough to lean down to run my tongue over it, tasting her for the first time in too long.
Despite the bath I know she was just in, she tastes like salt, like she’s been sweating since the minute she realized she’s in for a world of pain. Behind my shoulder, I hear Killian groan, a little affirmation that makes me pull her nipple between my teeth and bite.
“Fuck!” She cries, her back arching against the couch as I drag her off of it, using my grip on her to bring her closer to me.Monty relents, pushing her deeper into me so that I can see the pain in her eyes. I wish I could bottle that look—the fear, the helplessness. It’s how I felt when I realized she shattered our entire plan for our future. It’s how I felt watching Monty and Killian walk around with broken hearts, like she took every measure to shatter them under her expensive designer heels.
“Let’s find out how far he’ll go for her.” Killian says as I release her nipple with a resounding pop. My teeth leave an imprint on the pale skin around that gorgeous pink nipple, so hard it could probably cut glass. I’ve already decided I’m going to tattoo that mark there; it’s too fucking beautiful—possibly the prettiest of all the marks on her body.
And there are a lot.
I take her in, wondering just how clumsy she is. She was only ever graceful when she was swimming, and we teased her about being a fish out of water sometimes, but she must walk around with the lights off or something, because her formerly perfect skin is marred with evidence to support the theory.
My eyes follow Killian as Monty pulls her up, dragging her into his lap as she flails around, trying to get in a punch or kick.
“Let me go!”
She’s not coordinated enough to land anything, and Monty’s fast, pinning her hands behind her back and then anchoring them there by pulling her tight against him. She struggles to keep her thighs pressed together to preserve a dignity she doesn’t have. I pry her knees apart, my hands on the tops of her legs, as I let her husband get one last look at what he’s about to lose. My cock aches at the memory of being inside her, and I damn-near lose control at the sight of her splayed open for me. It takes all of my willpower not to sink to my knees and taste her heat, but she doesn’t deserve that pleasure, so I deny myself of it too.
Her husband begins screaming the minute Killian rips the tape off his lips, putting on a good show for his wife or else too stupid to realize that no one can hear him. Sound might carry on the mountain, but Ivy D’Aquino didn’t come from a lowbrow family like the rest of us. Her high society daddy was smart enough to insulate his cabin with the best materials, so nobody would hear him and his wife screaming back and forth.
Killian plucks the wad of fabric from the doctor’s mouth and holds it up for Ivy to see. A wicked thrill makes me laugh as she realizes what he’s holding—it’s the pair of panties they cut off of her in the ambulance.
He gagged the fucker with the pair of panties he stole off of his own wife. It’s fucking sick and delicious all at once.
Cody can scream all night—he could probably scream himself to death, and no one would hear more than a whisper in the wind. Ivy, at least, is smart enough to know that. She doesn’t scream, but she also doesn’t hold back the waterworks, as if a few crocodile tears are enough to stop what she set in motion.
“Don’t blow your throat out yet.” Monty tells him with a wicked laugh. “I may decide to put it to good use.”
I chuckle, knowing he’s not stupid enough to take that chance. I’ll hold Ivy’s husband if Monty decides he wants to fuck him, but he’s not going to take a chance putting his dick in the mouth of a man as stupid as Cody. I can just tell the fucker will bite, damn the consequences.
“Fucking homo!” Cody screams. The look of utter horror on his face mixing with rage creates the funniest combination.
