Page 3 of Poison Ivy
“But it’s what you are. Our little whore, letting us fuck you whenever we want, wherever we want, however many times as we want.”
I gasp as Torin rubs my clit almost lazilycompared to his rampant thrusts. It sends sparks of pleasure shooting through me.
“Scream my name,” Bram murmurs, leaning in close, practically brushing his lips over mine in a teasing kiss. “Scream my name while another’s guy’s dick is buried in your tight little cunt.”
“Fuck you,” I snarl, staring into those purple eyes that are hypnotic.
His hand drops around my throat, and he squeezes. “Scream my fucking name, whore, while Torin’s dick dumps his come into your cunt.”
I don’t say a word, and his hand tightens, his gaze going darker.
“Do it now, little whore.”
“Give me something to scream about,” I spit out.
“Give you something to scream about?” Bram’s eyes flash dangerously. “Gladly.”
Without warning, he plunges his fingers into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. I gag and try to bite down, but his grip is like iron.
“Suck,” he commands.
I glare at him defiantly, but do it because what choice do I have, swirling my tongue around his fingers. Torin’s pounding from behind is erratic now. He is on the verge of losing it.
Suddenly, Bram yanks his fingers from my mouth and shoves them roughly into my arse without warning. I cry out at the unexpected intrusion, my body clenching around both him and Torin.
“There’s your reason to scream, little whore,” Bram growls. “Now say my fucking name.”
The dual sensation of Torin’s cock and Bram’s fingers stretching me is overwhelming. Pleasure and pain blur together as they use me mercilessly.
“Bram!” I finally rasp. “Fuck, Bram!”
He grins wickedly, pumping his fingers in time with Torin’s thrusts. “Good girl. Now beg me to let you come.”
I shake my head, refusing to give in completely. Bram’s other hand wraps around my throat again, squeezing.
“Beg,” he snarls. “Or I’ll leave you aching and unsatisfied.”
I grit my teeth, torn between my pride and my desperate need for this to be over so I can go home. Torin’s cock hits all the right spots, Bram’s fingers are curling inside me, and I’m right on the edge.
“Please,” I finally choke out. “Please let me come, Bram.”
His lips curl into a cruel smile. “That’s more like it. Torin, make our little whore scream.”
Torin’s fingers find my clit, rubbing furiously as he slams into me. Being sandwiched between these two guys and the stimulation, is too much, and I cry out, my orgasm crashing over me in waves. My body convulses between them as Torin grunts and empties his balls inside me.
Before I’ve even taken my next breath, Torin withdraws his cock and shoves me out of the alleyonto the pavement with my skirt still up around my hips.
Tate reaches for my bag and throws it at me. I catch it, and with a final glare at them, I shove my skirt down and walk away from them as they taunt me.
“Mind the cum sliding down your thighs, Poison, it makes you look like a filthy whore.”
Without looking back, I stick my middle finger up at them, hearing them laugh as I walk as steadily as I can down the street.
But a slow smile crosses my face as I walk towards my destination. They think they’re so shit hot, they think they own me, but the joke’s on them. They can’t fucking live without me. They can’t resist sticking their fat cocks inside my pussy whenever they see me. They will figure it out one day who has the real power, and it isn’t them. They may be the Kings of Thornfield, the academy bullies, the vicious, arrogant bastards that love to be cruel, but I have something they don’t.
Poison.
She is just an alias, a disguise I use on jobs. They don’t know the real me, and they never will. They will never have Poison because she is a ghost.
