Chapter 62
CHAPTER 62
Silas
I look at my blood-caked body in the mirror and the scar permanently etched into my skin. Pain. God, the pain feels so damn good, I don’t think I can ever stop, and I don’t fucking want to.
Inside me is a void I kept filling with unending violence like some kind of black hole sucking everything in, and it was never satisfied.
Never.
Until …
Through the mirror, I stare at her over my shoulder and at the knife I gifted her. The knife she earned with just as much violence as I love to inflict.
In silence, she stares back at me through the mirror.
There’s blood all over the palms of my hands and my naked, tattooed torso. In disbelief, her eyes hover on my heart, where fresh blood still glistens from the letters I carved into my own skin.
Liar .
“Silas, what are you doing?” Heath asks.
Ivy’s whole body begins to shake. “Why did you do this?”
“I lied to myself. I truly thought I was a psychopath, just like you said.” My lip tips up into a half smile. “But you stole something from me that I didn’t even know existed.”
She looks shocked by what I’ve done and the words coming from my mouth.
A wicked smile forms on my lips. “Don’t you understand?” I point at my chest where my heart is. “My heart only beats when it’s in your hands.”
Her eyes are riddled with shock. Her lip quivers, but I need to say these fucking words, and she’d better fucking listen to me.
“I have never, ever felt anything … not for anyone,” I say. “Until you came along. And no matter what I do, who I hurt, who I kill, I can’t make it stop.”
This heart of mine was never made for beating.
And it definitely wasn’t made to be loved.
I smirk. “Like I said in my note, I was right. You really are a thief, through and through.” Blood rivulets down my chest. “I’ve given you everything I have. Everything I am. Even my own flesh and blood. And it still isn’t enough to stop me from wanting you so badly it makes me want to rip out my own heart and hand it to you on a silver platter.” I tilt my head back. “This is the deal you made, little thief. Your heart will never beat for me, so at least let me have the privilege of gifting you mine because you already stole it from me.”
Tears begin to form in her eyes. “You shouldn’t have done this.”
“I gave you that fucking scar,” I say, pointing at her abdomen. “So now I gave myself one too.” I swallow. “That’s what you wanted, right? Justice.”
I drop my knife on the floor.
Her face contorts at the sight of me, but I still step closer.
“Silas, don’t do it,” Heath warns, but I ignore him.
“Use the knife I gave you. C’mon, give it your best shot. I won’t stop you this time.” I open my arms. “Take my fucking heart … you need it more than I do.”
Her eyes flicker with shock from those words.
I’ve said them before, but maybe she never understood what I meant until now.
“You fell in love with her,” Max mutters from the door opening.
“You asshole,” she says through gritted teeth.
Her knife clatters to the floor as she storms at me, grabs my face, and kisses me.
I’m stunned.
Fucking stunned beyond comprehension.
She’s actually fucking kissing me.
And my fucking heart is beating faster than it ever has before.
I pull away and scan her face, her downturned, red lips, that quirky nose, and those deep-set eyes that haunt my fucking soul, along with every inch of her tan skin, taking it all in at once, like time has suddenly come to an abrupt halt, and all that’s left is her and me.
“This little thief called Ivy … and the lying psycho whose cruel heart she stole,” I murmur. “What a story.”
Her lips slowly part. “You’ve never called me by my name.”
A filthy grin forms on my face. “How does it sound?”
She begins to smile too. “Odd. You’ve called me thief and twig so many times now, I’ve grown used to it.”
“Wait a minute … you actually like him?” Heath narrows his eyes.
“ Like is a big word,” Max jokes before I can even speak up. “More like hate-to-like.”
“She’s a thief who’s an expert at hiding things,” I say. “Aren’t you?” I nip at her lips, biting, tugging until it bleeds so I can suck up the droplets. “I already knew you were a filthy one the moment I got my hands on you.” I stare into her eyes, wanting to see the reaction unfold. “You were dying for someone to come and eviscerate the people who fucked you over.” I drag my thumb across my scar and wipe the blood on her lip too, mixing us together. “Someone who could show you how to use your rage. Your fear. And all your diabolical needs.” I push my thumb deep into her mouth, deeper than her fucking uvula, and she still doesn’t gag.
And fuck me, that greedy look in her eyes does something to me.
“You’d better pick up that knife and kill me now,” I say. “I’ll never be satisfied, Ivy. I’ll chase you to the ends of this earth if I have to.”
“No,” she says, her tongue wrapping around my thumb.
“Last chance, twig.”
“You’d better believe he means it,” Heath says, sporting an equally excited grin.
Still, she kicks the knife farther away.
My heart twists into violent knots when I look at her, but not in the way it used to.
I don’t want to hunt her for the thrill … I want to hunt her to make her fucking mine.
A smirk forms on my face as I curl my fingers underneath her shirt. “Is that the way you’re going to treat the beautiful knife that gave you this pretty scar?” I pull up the shirt and push down her pants, running my fingers along the ridges of her marked skin until her whole body erupts into goose bumps.
This body has been through so much. “You really need to eat more, twig. Put some meat on those bones.”
“Meat … like this?” Heath grabs his package, making us all laugh.
“You’re ridiculous,” she says, narrowing her eyes. “You want to love me? Then start by begging.” She puts a flat hand on my chest to keep me at bay. “On your knees.”
My eyes twitch, but I still do what she says, dropping to my knees in front of her because she asked so nicely.
“Max, tie him up.”
Max points at himself like he can’t believe she’s trying to rope him into this, but with one stern look, he swiftly runs to my cabinet and takes out some rope.
“Smart, using him to learn where I keep the good stuff,” I say, tilting my head.
She smiles. “I learned from the best.”
Fuck, I love this mouthy side of hers.
Max grabs my wrists, puts them behind my back, and ties me up. “Sorry if I’m too harsh.”
“Don’t be a wimp,” I tell him. “I can handle it.”
Heath rubs his hands. “I love where this is going.”
“Talk shit, and I’ll cut you a new smile after I’m free,” I growl.
Suddenly, she grabs my chin, forcing me to focus on her. “You want to be with me? Then show me how much you’re willing to do for me.”
She leans in to press a kiss to my lips, and I force them apart with greed, shoving my tongue into her mouth right when she pulls away again, leaving me with a growing appetite for more.
Fuck, she knows exactly what she does to me, and she’s enjoying it.
“Max … tie Heath up too next to him.”
Heath’s look immediately changes from amusement to confusion, but I don’t fucking mind, and he still goes along with Max as he sets him down beside me.
“Not talking so high and mighty now, are you?” I jest.
“Shut the fuck up,” Heath growls, making me laugh.
Suddenly, she scoots a chair right next to me and settles her boot down on top of it. “That mouth is doing an awful lot of talking. Put it to better use, Silas. Unzip me.”
I’m almost inclined to just bite her and leave my marks all over her for her insolence, but I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt … for now. After all, this is her only chance to take from me what she wants before it’s my turn.
I lean in and bite down on her zipper, slowly pulling it down.
“Max, come here.”
She grabs Max’s hand and shoves it down her pants, and he immediately begins to glow like it’s the first time he’s touching her. God, that fucking simp is so easy to please.
“You two are going to watch while he plays with me,” she says.
“What?!” Heath rasps, nearly breaking out of the ties that keep him bound. “That’s not fai—”
She holds up a finger in his face. “What’s not fair is that you two have been having your way with me all this time all because of some money I stole”—she shifts her finger to me—“and then you had the audacity to transfer all of the millions you have to me . So what was it all for? Lust? Power?”
“Obsession,” I answer, looking her directly in the eyes until I can see it do something to her.
She loses track for a moment and clears her throat. “You two need to be punished for your crimes, and you will do what I say.”
“Fuck, that just got me hard,” Heath groans, and I wish I could punch the shit out of him for saying that out loud, but I can’t because of these fucking ropes.
Goddammit.
Max moans out loud from touching her.
“Go on, that’s it,” she eggs him on.
He’s getting a hard-on too. Now, it’s so obvious.
“Oh fuck, you’re so wet,” Max says. “God, I love touching you.”
“Max has been nothing but supportive, willing, and nice,” she says, eyeing both of us.
“I can be nice,” Heath says.
I snort. “In your dreams.”
Suddenly, she slams her lips onto Max’s mouth right in front of us, distracting me from what I wanted to say. Fuck me, the way she sticks her tongue into his mouth nearly makes me jealous enough to want to break free and steal her mouth for myself.
She keeps kissing him, and he keeps fingering her until her pants finally drop. Her wet pussy is exposed, and my mouth begins to water to the point that I have to swallow.
“God, you know just how to play with me,” she moans as Max circles his fingers around her slit.
“Make me come,” she moans, looking me dead in the eyes while he plays with her.
I didn’t think anything on this planet could make me more violent, but I guess I was wrong because not being able to touch her while he gives her all the pleasure is turning me into the unhinged psycho she made me out to be.
“Christ, this is too hot,” Heath moans, clearly affected as well.
Her pants slowly drop below her thighs as Max wriggles her panties down until she’s fully exposed. His fingers go to town, and she moans louder and louder until finally, she begins to shiver, and all the little hairs on her body stand up straight. “Fuck, Max,” she moans.
My dick strains in my pants from the sight of her falling apart in front of me, desperate to feel just how wet she’s become.
Suddenly, she grabs my hair and tilts my head back. “Beg.”
My teeth grind together as I hiss, “Please …”
A dangerous smirk forms on her face. “Now beg for forgiveness… with your tongue.”
Well, fuck me, with that attitude, I might just let her do this.
She hovers over my face, and my tongue greedily sticks out to claim the sticky mess Max left behind. God, she tastes so fucking good, I might almost forget she’s got me roped down on the floor.
“That’s it. Work that tongue,” she moans while I swirl around her wet little pussy and suck on her swollen clit until it throbs for me again.
“You like this a little too much, twig,” I growl while eating her out.
“She’s finally giving you a taste of your own medicine.” Heath chuckles.
She glares at him. “You think you’re being spared?”
His eyes widen, and he swallows.
Suddenly, she grabs Max’s package, rips down his zipper, and pulls out his hard-on right in front of Heath.
Max
“Play with yourself. Don’t let him touch you,” she tells me.
I was already hard as can be from just touching her. If I start touching myself now, I might explode too soon. “God, you’re ordering everyone around today, aren’t you?” I say, jerking myself off.
“You like that, don’t you?” Heath grins.
“Is that a surprise?” I retort, spreading my pre-cum everywhere.
“No …” Heath’s eyes gorge on my cock and her pussy, like he’s having the time of his life watching both of us. “I can’t take this much longer.”
“You will because you’re a good boy, aren’t you?” she says.
His eyes twitch. “What did you just call me?”
When he attempts to get up, she forcefully pushes him down. “Who said you could stand? Stay there and earn the forgiveness you begged me for.”
He swallows and grinds his teeth at the same time.
“I guess we both don’t mind being her toy for today,” I add.
He smirks. “For as long as Silas can hold himself back, you mean.”
“Shut up,” Silas grits, still licking her like he hasn’t had a meal so good in years. “So goddamn wet. Are you ready for another orgasm?” he murmurs.
She shoves his face in further. “More licking, less talking.”
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” I moan, rubbing myself until my veins throb.
“Both of you,” Ivy says, looking at Heath too now.
“What? Your pussy?” Heath raises a brow.
She shoves me forward until my dick hits his lips.
“Him.” A sexy smile tips up her lips. “Go on, show me how good you can suck.”
What?
In shock, I stare down, my cheeks reddening quickly as Heath’s eyes shimmer with enthusiasm. And then he opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue.
“Oh fuck … is this really—”
He wraps his tongue around my shaft and sucks so hard I lose the ability to speak.
“You’re a sensitive little twink, aren’t you?” he groans, swirling his tongue around. “I like that. I like how desperate you are for more of my tongue.” He swivels his tongue across the head. “More of my lips.” He wraps them around the edges. “More of my throat.”
He sucks me in farther and farther, beyond his uvula, soaking me in his saliva as my toes begin to curl and a half-cut-off moan exits my mouth. “F-fuck.”
“Take him deeper,” Ivy says, eyeing Heath. “I want you to feel what I felt when you fucked my throat.”
“Fuck, you’re a raunchy one, little thief,” Silas groans, lapping her up. “You’re just begging to be punished again, aren’t you? If I wasn’t tied up—”
“You’d what?” she taunts, tilting up his head by his hair. “Spank me?”
“Worse,” he says.
“Thrust something up my ass?”
“More …” The evil smile on his face only gets her going.
“Good thing you’re stuck on your knees, then,” she retorts before shoving his face back into her pussy.
But it’s so damn hard to focus because of what Heath’s doing with his tongue. He sucks me off like he’s never had a more delicious snack in his life, and my nails are literally digging into his shoulders as I try not to come.
I can’t help but move along with his rhythm, slowly going in and out to coat every inch of my dick with his saliva as the pre-cum begins to pour out of me.
“Fuck, I need you,” Heath groans between thrusts. “Faster.”
I never imagined he’d be on his knees for me, licking me off. It’s all thanks to her and because of her that I finally had the confidence to confront my feelings, both for her and him.
I look at Ivy as she rolls her hips above Silas’s tongue, and my God, it’s so sexy I just want to bury myself inside Heath’s throat just from watching her enjoy herself thoroughly. We’re both being pleasured side by side, and I can’t help but grab her face and lick off her cheek the way he’s licking me. But then she turns her head and kisses me right on the mouth, and I can’t for a second even think of denying her the privilege of my lips as they part and her tongue invades.
“This feels too good,” I groan, rolling my tongue around hers as my cock begins to throb inside Heath’s mouth. “Don’t stop.”
“Come inside his throat,” she whispers between kisses.
And I am fucking done for.
Completely lost inside that amazing mouth of hers.
I come so hard inside his throat that I whimper against her lips while Heath begins to choke and cough from my cum. But none of it matters as she drives her tongue inside my mouth, drowning out my sounds with her own as she rubs herself on Silas’s face.
“Fuck, she’s coming,” he groans, thrusting his tongue into her.
Heath pulls away to swallow, but I’m far too busy kissing Ivy to care. She grabs my shoulders and pulls me away from him until we’re out of reach from both of them.
“Hey …” Silas growls.
But she ignores him as she’s kissing me, and I don’t mind one bit.
“Don’t fucking leave us hanging like this,” he growls.
“That wasn’t nearly enough for me,” Heath groans, my juices still dribbling from his mouth.
She taunts them to the limit with these kisses before finally glancing at them as she pulls away from my greedy lips.
“Are you hard? Throbbing?” She grins.
“Fuck, please …” Heath’s begging too now, and I have to admit, I love hearing how guttural he sounds when he does it.
“Too bad because you’re not getting any. This is your punishment.”
Silas’s eyes flicker with sudden fury. “You’d better take your fucking lips off him right now and come here and take this rope off, or I swear to God, I will come and impale you on my cock where you stand.”
Suddenly, she pulls away from me and drags her panties back up, zipping up her pants. Then she picks up the knife from the floor where she dropped it.
“What are you doing?” Silas grits.
She points the sharp end at her own skin near her hand.
“Don’t even think about it, twig—”
The blade cracks her skin open, blood running down her fingertips onto the wooden floor.
And Silas is beside himself with madness and a frenzied lust.
“You want this?” She tilts her head. “Then come and get it.”
She throws the knife near his knees.
Oh, no.
This won’t end well for her.
Silas’s grin is beyond this world. “Wrong move.”
Ivy
Within seconds, Silas takes the knife between his teeth and cuts through the rope on Heath’s wrists, who breaks free only to rip Silas’s binds with his bare hands.
THWACK!
The knife zooms past my head, and I instinctively turn to look as it lodges into the cabinet behind me.
What the—
One sharp breath and he’s right in front of me with that same vicious smile that used to make me want to scream.
He leans in so close I can feel his breath on my skin. “God, you smell so good when you’re scared, my pretty little fucking thief …” he whispers into my ear. “Run.”