Chapter 22
CHAPTER 22
Max
“Say my name again,” she moans.
“Ivy, please,” I moan along with her. “I need it.”
“Hmm … you need it enough to give me back my key?” she muses.
My dick pulses inside her as I can feel her contract, and it’s so hard to hold back. Of course, she’d use the key against me right at this very moment, when I’m at my most vulnerable.
But my God, this wet fucking pussy is like heaven, and I’d literally give her everything she wants if she’d ask me to.
“Yes, yes, I’ll give you anything. Please!”
“Make me come first,” she says, still rolling around achingly slow, as her clit begins to thump.
“Fuck yes, please, let me feel you come,” I whisper.
She arches her back, her hair flowing back over her shoulders, granting me the most beautiful sight of her perfect body, and I splay my hand across her belly as her pussy begins to contract around my shaft.
She moans out loud, wetness pouring out of her, and the sheer intensity of it makes me so fucking hungry for more.
“Fuck …” she murmurs, before lunging back down on top of my shoulders with both hands, her lips crashing right back onto mine. She plants lusty kisses all over my mouth and chin, and I’m lost in ecstasy just from the honor of watching her unravel.
Her fingers slowly find their way back to my neck, gently squeezing tighter and tighter until all the oxygen leaves my throat and all that’s left is an empty gasp. And I love how her nails feel when they dig into my flesh as she begins to bounce on my lap in just the right rhythm, covering my entire length with sweet pussy juices. She moves from the front to the back with expert sways until my eyes roll into the back of my head, and a bunch of stars appear on the fucking ceiling while I come undone again.
God .
Those eyes of hers. That’s what I see in them. God. Or should I say a goddess?
Her fingers unravel from my throat, and I suck in a breath. “Wow …”
She grins against my lips, planting more sweet, sultry kisses, each one slower than the one before, until I’m bamboozled and … completely lovestruck.
She sinks off my lap and pulls her panties back in place, while I lie here motionless and absolutely spent.
She clears her throat, and leans over to tuck my dick back into my pants. “There. You got what you wanted.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just sex, right?” She winks. “That’s it.”
“No, I … I want to get to know you,” I say, sitting up straight.
“What’s there to know?” She shrugs. “I live in a dump. I’m a workaholic. I need money. I’m poor. I fight to survive.”
“What about Cora?” I ask.
She frowns, her eyes suddenly growing distant. “I don’t want to talk about her.”
With a forlorn look on her face, she glances at the bedroom where the girl is sleeping and it only makes me more curious to peel away the layers of the mysterious girl in front of me.
I put my hands on her thigh bones which protrude through her skin. “I won’t ask you to tell me anything you don’t want to tell me.”
“Good.”
I gaze up into her soulful eyes which are filled with suspicion, and I understand.
She has no reason to trust me, even if I protected her. I am part of their group, I’m a bad guy who enjoys watching people get hurt, I’m the betrayer, and she doesn’t even know the worst thing about me.
I am in on their ruse.
And me being here … I don’t know if it’s because of my own needs … or because Heath told me to infiltrate her life.
“I just …” She sighs. “I can’t catch feelings for anyone at Spine Ridge U. It’s not an option.”
My heart flutters.
Feelings? She has feelings for me?
“I think it’s best if you leave,” she says, turning away.
Sadness overcomes me, because this … this is not at all what I’d wanted when I first laid eyes on her. I’m torn between my adoration for her, and my admiration for the person I’ve known all my life.
How am I supposed to choose?
“And don’t tell Heath and Silas about me seeing them kill that man,” she says.
I shake my head. “I won’t.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Ivy
I close my eyes and rub them. I shouldn’t have done this. I don’t know why, but I got carried away in the moment. I let my horniness for a man so desperate to please me take control over my actions.
Fuck.
I walk off, but he grabs my hand. “Wait.” The way he looks at me is just so … unsettling to me. Like he would worship the ground I walk on. But nothing I’ve done warrants that kind of devotion. And definitely not from the guy who's friends with those demons.
“I want you to know I don’t give up easily,” he says.
I snort and shake my head.
Fuck. Why’d he have to go and say something so sweet?
I head to the kitchen to grab some water. “You should.”
I don’t know what it is that I’m feeling right now or why I’m so conflicted.
Am I really starting to feel something for this guy?
He gets up off the couch and puts his hoodie back on. “Not when it comes to you.”
My soul feels struck by lightning, and I gape at him as he comes up to me. He places the key to my apartment on the kitchen counter. “A promise is a promise.”
I don’t know what to say.
I thought he came here out of his own selfish needs, that all he wanted was sex as a reward, just like the other two. But maybe … maybe there’s something more between us than either of us are willing to admit.
He opens the front door but pauses halfway through. “I won’t stop watching you.”
And as he closes the door, my heart beats wildly out of control.
Heath
My face darkens as I lean against the wall on the fire escape.
Ivy fucking Clark. So it was you who got away tonight.
My hand balls into a fist.
And Max is willing to lie to me … for this thief’s pussy?
I’m so fucking mad I could beat a hole into this wall, but I stop myself before I do. This is on him. I told him to make her fall for him, and he apparently succeeded, but he wasn’t supposed to hop over to her side. He chose her over us, over me .
Max’s motorcycle zooms off, and I listen to the sound of the engine disappear into the distance. I almost, almost wanted to go after him. But his time will definitely come. First, I want to see what this thief has been up to.
Finally, I know where she lives.
I peek inside the window again. She’s flopped down on the couch, looking exhausted from their fuck session. I keep my eyes solidly on her as she falls asleep right there and then, legs splayed across the couch like she couldn’t be bothered to get up.
My nostrils flare.
That’s gotta be some excellent fucking pussy, then, if it was worth betraying me for.
My eyes glide over her body, those perky tits and taut nipples, and those panties that are still wet. My tongue dips out to wet my lips.
Maybe I should go and find out exactly why he found it so fucking easy.
I shove the knife between the crevice of the window and hook my fingers underneath, then crack it open. I slowly climb in foot after foot and grab my knife. I’m surprised she didn’t lock the window. Or maybe she just forgot because of Max.
With my knife clutched firmly, I look around the apartment. So, this is where our infamous thief lives. She wasn’t kidding; she is poor as fuck. There’s barely any furniture, and it’s all run down like hell.
There’s a room to my left, but the door is locked. I could break in, but then I’d wake her up, and a fight would definitely ensue. I’m far more interested in her now that she’s asleep. I can hear her breathing all the way from across the room. There’s just something so … attractive about a Sleeping Beauty. Like she’s simply there waiting for me to touch her.
My knife is aimed at her heart, and I freeze when she groans and her legs move. She’s still fast asleep despite the danger currently invading her house.
I inch closer and closer, feeling the pull like a moth flittering to a flame just to see how close it can get. And the second my fingers make contact with her skin, an electrical current shoots up through my veins.
Fuck.
I watch her eyes flick and wait to see if she wakes up, but she doesn’t, so I slide my hand down her body. First across her neck and arms … then down her chest and belly, where I slowly creep up underneath.
I point my knife straight at her neck, imagining what she’ll do if she wakes up.
Would she be scared? Would she try to snatch it out of my hand? Or would she be embarrassed at the fact that her whole body just erupted into goose bumps under my touch?
I snort from how easily I can make her body mine. The fabric moves along with my fingers as she lies on the couch, far away in dreamland, and it makes me wonder what she’s dreaming about. If she can feel my fingers crawling up her skin until her tits are exposed.
My pants grow tighter, and my mouth waters, and I can’t help but lean over and roll my tongue over those hardened nipples. Still, she doesn’t rouse from her sleep. Max must’ve fucked so hard she couldn’t even stay awake.
Does that boy have such a good cock? Or is she just easily destroyed?
I slip my hand down her waist, across her navel, and down across the scar embedded into her skin, and even then, I still slide lower until I reach her panties. Her thighs briefly squeeze together but then relax as I start to circle her clit. The moans she lets out in her sleep are exquisite, like a silent whisper straight from her filthy dreams.
It spurs me to roll my fingers around until her legs slowly begin to widen for me.
“Do you even know how you’ve gotten under all of our skins?” I murmur, but it still doesn’t wake her even though my knife is still firmly lodged between her neck and her chest. “Or was that your plan all along, little thief?”
My eyes flicker to my own fingers as her panties grow wetter and wetter underneath, and a filthy grin forms on my face.
I’ve been looking for something more for so long … but maybe the one thing I need is right beneath my fingertips.
And if Max is so goddamn pleased by pleasuring her, then it’s time for me to find out exactly why that is.