Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
Ivy
Fuck. Did Silas just … come?
I can’t see a thing with Heath hovering over me, but my skin burns and aches.
“Now take me deep,” Heath groans before thrusting back into my mouth again.
He scrapes the back of my throat as he enters, forcing himself all the way down until he hits the base and then some.
His hard-on pulsates inside me while I struggle in the restraints he put on me.
I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t even make a sound as my senses are bombarded from both ends.
One inside my throat, and one still swiveling his tongue around like he wants to devour it whole.
“You’re going to come for me now,” Silas groans.
“What?” I mutter between thrusts, but Heath keeps me too busy to form a proper sentence.
This wasn’t part of the deal. They could do what they want, but that doesn’t include me giving them—
“Did you honestly think I would be satisfied with your blood alone?” he growls into my skin, nibbling at my clit. “Either you come … or I will make you, and you won’t like how.”
Shit. I don’t think I have a choice, but this asshole thrusting into my mouth makes it so hard to concentrate.
“And you will do it with my cock down your throat too,” Heath adds, spitting right into my face. “Because you’re our good fucking slut.”
I gasp for air as he pulls out, only to squirm from the way Silas licks me.
“Fine. Have it your way,” Silas says.
He pulls his fingers out of me and picks up the knife instead.
“What are you—” My words are interrupted by a strangled moan as he inserts the handle of the knife into me. “I told you to come. And you will fucking come for me.”
I can’t believe he’s fucking me with the back end of his knife.
That he’s licking his own cum off my slit, mixing it with my blood like he enjoys the taste of us both together.
That he’s slowly turning my mind inside out with pure depravity.
And that I’m slowly getting near to that edge of no return.
“Do it. Come for me, and you might live to see another day,” he groans, flicking the tip of his tongue across my clit so good I swear I might pass out. The knife is inside me, prodding and poking against my G-spot until all that leaves my mouth are whimpers between each of Heath’s thrusts.
Heath slowly pulls out, only to impale me once again, and my entire body feels like it’s on fire from the sheer need coursing through my veins.
What is wrong with me? Why do I feel aroused?
“You look so good when you’re being ruined,” Heath says, leaning forward to grab my breasts. “Now swallow me down like a good girl.”
I gulp and gulp and gulp until his shaft begins to thicken, and my body can’t withstand the licks any longer. My muscles tighten as Silas hits that spot with both his tongue and his knife, twisting and turning the handle until I release all the pent-up desire into a tsunami of wetness and ecstasy as I come undone.
“Fuck yes, she’s coming,” Silas says.
“I’m going to fill you up, little thief,” Heath groans before warm semen shoots down my throat. I’m helpless to stop it as the salty taste fills my mouth, and the spurts gush down into my stomach, his orgasm feeling never-ending.
When he finally pulls out, I cough and heave to suck in the oxygen.
“Stay. Swallow it down,” Heath warns, firm hands keeping me steady. “Or I’ll make you regret it.”
I push myself to keep it together even though my legs are literally trembling. My brain has floated off into the unknown. Sweet, sweet nirvana … beyond destruction.
I can still taste him on my tongue, still feel the burn on my skin right below my belly button… still feel my clit thumping with a need for more.
More of whatever fucked-up shit this was.
But my body is completely wasted and exhausted. It feels like I could fall into a thousand-year sleep and still not awake refreshed.
Heath unties my wrists and stands while Silas remains between my legs. Their dicks are already tucked back in by the time my eyes manage to flutter back into focus, and all I can see are their foul grins.
“This was it, right? You’ve had your fix now,” I murmur in a drowsy state.
Silas’s eyes flicker in the dark. “This is only enough to keep me at bay … for a day.”
Heath laughs. “Maybe two, if you’re lucky.”
Somehow, someway, a tear still manages to escape my tired eyes.
Silas crawls on top of me, eyeing me. “Are you crying?”
“No,” I growl, shivering from the cold wind.
This isn’t a tear of sadness but a tear of anger at how easily I succumbed to pleasure and damn near wished to beg for more.
Have they broken me so quickly already?
Silas leans in, his face and those haunting, hollow eyes so close to mine it makes me hold my breath. His tongue dips out, and he licks up the single tear rolling down my cheek, biting his lip after as though he’s savoring the taste.
“I’ll cherish every one of those tears,” he murmurs. A wretched smile follows.
What the …?
He gets off me before I have a chance to respond and fishes something out of my pocket. My phone.
He and Heath swipe my number and swiftly enter it into their own phones, then Silas throws the phone onto the ground next to me. I look down at my stinging belly, the bloodied marks on my skin making me feel woozy despite the rush of oxytocin still flooding my veins.
Why would I still feel arousal, even now, after he’s long removed his tongue from my sensitive parts?
“Seems like she’s still riding the high.” Heath gawks at me from above like he’s admiring plundered prey.
My eyes flutter down toward the bloodied marks Silas etched into my skin, permanently reminding me of what I gave away.
“Your debt isn’t nearly paid …” Silas says as he picks up his mask from the ground and puts it back over his face. “See you Friday in the Skull & Serpent Society house. Eight o’clock. Don’t be late.”
Max
With a hard-on tenting my pants, I turn around to the other side of the tree and watch Silas and Heath walk away, leaving Ivy in the forest, completely wasted. She doesn’t move, doesn’t even say a word.
Is she …?
I swallow back the nerves and wait until they’re out of view before I step out from the woods. With a raging boner, I approach her. Her body lies limp between the leaves, like a beautiful flower whose petals are scattered on the ground, stained with a mixture of blood, spit, and cum.
I kneel in front of her, licking my lips at the sight of her body, and I lean in to listen. Short puffs of air leave her mouth. She’s alive.
I breathe a sigh of relief and pick up her phone, checking what the boys did before I tuck it back into her pocket. I softly push my hands underneath her body and pick her up from the ground. I can’t help but marvel at her pretty face, those luscious lips, that beauty mark near her eyes, and all the individual hairs on her eyebrows as I carry her with me. She looks like a doll in my arms, and I blow a bit of air into her face to see if she wakes up, but it only makes her dark-brown hair tumble to the side.
Has she fallen asleep?
I hold her close to my chest as I walk toward my motorcycle. She groans in my arms, and her eyes momentarily flutter open.
“M-Max?”
I look down and smile. “Shh … it’s okay.”
I place her down on my bike and sit down in front of the wheel while securing her arms to my body. “Can you hold on tight for me?”
She murmurs some words I can’t understand, but at least she’s semi-awake enough to stay on the bike as I drive off into the dark of the night.
Ivy
When my eyes flutter open again, the burst of sunshine radiating through the window makes me blink voraciously. I’m in a warm, soft bed that smells like … home.
I sit up straight and look around. I’m actually in my own bedroom.
And I definitely didn’t walk here by myself.
I rub my face, listening to the weird noises coming from the living room.
What the … what happened to me?
All I remember is dozing off in the forest after Silas and Heath used me, and then …
I cover my mouth with my hand.
Max.
He was there.
I can still remember his smell. The feel of his body against mine. His heartbeat was so fast as I lay against him while sitting on his bike.
I walk to the living room, where the television blasts cartoons.
“Hi, Ivy.” Cora smiles. “You’re awake!”
It’s as if I just walked into a fever dream.
How did I even get here?
Did … Max actually bring me to my apartment?
How did he get inside?
My whole body begins to shiver.
Fuck. I shouldn’t be here. It’s not safe.
“Did you buy the cereal?” Cora asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
“No … not yet.”
She pouts. “Aw…”
“But I will. I’ll get it for you today,” I say.
I don’t know how I’m going to do it, but I will.
Cora’s eyes grow bigger. I didn’t even realize I had a shirt on until she points at it. Or that there’s a bloody stain near my pubic bone. “You’re bleeding!”
“Oh,” I mutter, swiftly taking off to the bathroom. “Don’t worry! Lemme just take care of this first.”
I take off the shirt and look at it with a frown. I haven’t worn this in ages.
How did I put this on? Did I even do this myself, or …?
A cold shiver runs up and down my spine.
There are red markings all over my skin.
I grab a towel, wet it under the faucet, and dab my skin until the blood is gone and the letters are clear.
THIEF.
That’s what’s now eternally etched into my skin, thanks to Silas Rivera, a vicious, demonic boy … And I gave him permission to do it, to defile me, use me, hurt me in any way he wanted.
All of it … just so I could keep her safe.
I look at the door as my hand balls into a fist.
“I will protect you,” I whisper softly so she can’t hear. “With every last shred of my dignity.”
“Are you okay?” I can hear her squeaky voice through the door, and it nearly breaks my heart in two.
“I’m fine.” I clear my throat and throw the shirt in the washing bin, then grab a fresh one from the bedroom closet. I reappear through the other door like a magician. “Tada. See? Fine.” I do a weird little dance to make her laugh.
“You’re so funny.” She dances with me and shows off. “See this? I learned this last night from that man.”
I freeze. “What man?”
She sheepishly looks at me. “The man who brought you home.”
“Max,” I mutter.
“Yeah!” She jumps up and down like his name alone makes her happy. “He taught me some cool moves before he left!”
“How did he come into the house?” I ask.
She points at the front door, and I can feel my blood running cold.
I suck in a breath and pat her on the head. “Finish your breakfast now, Cora. It’s about time for me to go back to the university.”
“Aw …”
I swiftly put on a blue skirt and a black top, along with my jacket, and I stuff some high heels into my bag for later. “I’ll see you again in a few, okay?” I kiss Cora on the cheeks. “Be nice to Mrs. Schwartz. She’ll pick you up in five minutes. And if she gives you a tough time, just feed a few of those hot dogs she always gives you at lunch to that wiener dog of hers.”
“Mr. Squiggles?”
“It gives him the runs.” I wink, and her loud giggles are the last thing I hear before I close the door behind me.