Chapter 64
CHAPTER 64
Ivy
Suddenly, he lifts me and spins us around until he’s beneath me, and I’m on top of him, where he keeps fucking me.
“You thought I was finished?” he says.
“Fuck, I can’t take this any longer,” Max says as he kneels behind Silas just to touch me.
“Use her then if you want her so badly,” Heath says, approaching from the front, admiring the view of me riding Silas.
But I’m too lost in ecstasy, and the need for more of this fucked-up love has drowned out all the noise inside my head.
Silas suddenly picks up the knife and pushes it into my hands.
“Now it’s your turn.”
“What?” I mutter.
“Cut me.”
I shudder in disbelief, but Silas grabs my wrists and forces me down on top of him. The sharp end of the knife pushes into his skin … right where he marked himself.
“You know your name. Give it to me.”
When I don’t move, he forces me to, writing out the first letter.
“I.”
When the letter finishes, his hard-on twitches deep inside me.
He likes this.
He likes to feel pain as much as he likes to dish it out.
My hand instinctively moves to the next letter without conscious thought. And when I carve it into him, he thrusts in deep, moaning out loud.
The sound gives me goose bumps.
“Don’t stop,” he growls.
“V.”
His hand guides me across his chest to the final place for the letter, and I push the knife to break the skin.
“Y.”
Right then, Max pushes up behind me and enters my pussy too, the pressure causing me to scratch out the last remaining letter until it deepens the scar already on Silas’s chest. “Apostrophe S!”
“Fuck!” he grits before he grabs my throat and smashes his lips onto mine.
I can’t help but let him in and consume me whole as his tongue rolls around mine, thrusting into my mouth as violently as these boys are fucking me.
“Fuck, that must’ve hurt.” Heath bends over, as my lips tear away from Silas, only to land on his instead. Heath’s lips slam into mine with desire, and he grabs ahold of both my nipples and twists them to his heart’s content. Only a scream can manage to tear away my lips from his.
“Yes, that’s it, little thief. Scream for us,” Heath says.
“Fuck, she’s so tight,” Max says, burying himself inside me. “I want to come inside you. Please, can I? Please?”
His begging nearly sets me off. “Fuck, yes.”
Silas snatches the knife from my hand and chucks it away. “Look at what you did, little thief. Read it. Tell me what I am.”
“Ivy’s liar,” I reply.
“The liar who didn’t believe his heart would ever be stolen, and the thief who fucking took it anyway belong together. Do you hear me?”
But I can barely hear his words.
All I can focus on are the two cocks thrusting into me and the hands that toy with my nipples, all three playing with my soul.
“I want you to be mine too,” Max says.
“You belong to all of us,” Heath says, gripping my throat to make me focus on him. “We are yours, and you are ours.”
“Yes,” I say between breathy moans.
“Now ride us, little thief,” Silas says. “Like a good little slut ready to be fucked every day of the rest of her goddamn life.”
“Mine.” Heath squeezes my neck as he slams his lips onto me, sealing his promise with a kiss. “Forever and fucking always.”
I kiss him back just as feverishly, completely overcome by passion.
“Is this a marriage proposal?” I joke.
“Shut the fuck up and take that dick deeper into that wet fucking pussy like a good little slut,” Silas growls, stealing my lips from Heath to smother me with more devilish licks.
He thrusts along with Max, both dicks rubbing up against my insides, while Heath twists my nipples just to listen to me squeal.
“I’m gonna come,” Max mutters, and I can feel him explode before he’s even finished his sentence. “F-fuck!”
Heath suddenly drags him away from me while he continues to spurt out cum. “Keep going.”
“How?” Max mutters.
But Heath settles down behind him and directs his cock at my ass instead. “I’ll make you.”
Max is forced into my ass by Heath as he thrusts into Max, and I cry out in both pain and bliss as the two cocks inside me pulsate, one in each hole.
“Greedy little thing … you can’t get enough, can you?” Silas says, pumping away.
“Fuck, you’re so big,” Max moans.
“Shut it, little twink. Take that dick like a good boy,” Heath groans, and I can hear them going at it behind me. “Fuck her like you mean it.”
Max’s pace increases, and he grips my ass to plunge in deeper and deeper while I fight the urge to come again.
“Oh fuck, your ass feels so good,” Max moans.
Silas grips my nipples, pulling me down with him just so he can lavish me with obsessive licks.
“Fucking come for us, then. Come all over our cocks.”
And I do.
Not just from his words but from their dicks filling me up and then some.
“Oh no, I can’t hold it,” Max mewls. “You’re hitting my—”
His words are replaced by a long-drawn-out whimper as his dick throbs inside my ass while Heath pounds into him. Warm cum fills me to the brim.
“Fuck!” Heath pulls out of Max and shoves him aside to thrust into my ass instead just one final time before exploding inside me too. And he leans forward against my back, kissing me softly before collapsing.
Max and Heath are wasted as they sink onto the grass, breathing out of control.
“You’re so fucking filthy just for us,” Silas says, swiftly switching from my pussy to my ass too. “Take my cum too, slut.”
And he roars out loud as he plunges in deep, filling me to the brim a final time.
I slump down on top of him, all my energy completely spent.
My body was destroyed, but my mind … invigorated.
All that’s left are our soft breaths carried away by the wind.
His fingers softly grab a few loose strands of my hair from my forehead, the caress that follows so gentle it nearly makes me want to melt into his skin and stay there like the scar I just created.
“Did you mean it?” I mutter.
“What?” he asks.
“When you said you loved me.”
His eyes flicker with interest as a smile tugs at his lips. “You tell me. Are the words of a liar reliable?”
I lean up, slapping him in the chest. “You did not just say that after making me go through—”
“The most amazing sex you’ve ever had in your entire fucking life?” Heath interjects.
Max laughs. “Wow, arrogant.”
“And you love it, admit it,” Heath retorts.
Max chuckles. “True.”
“The point is … you made me put my name on your skin,” I say, trailing my fingers around the bloody scar. “That means something.”
“Something …” He raises a brow as he grabs my fingers and brings them to his lips, licking off the blood. “Or everything ?”
I shake my head and snort.
“I love you,” Max says. “I’ll say it every day. Every hour. Every minute.”
“If you say second next, I will shut you up with a dick in your mouth, and that is not an empty threat,” Heath warns him.
“Oooh …” Max blushes. “That’s a hard choice.”
“Wait until I make it even harder by not letting you come for the rest of the week.”
“What?!” Max sits up straight. “That’s not fair.”
I chuckle at their banter. “You two really were made for each other.”
“How can you tell?” Heath jests back, but then he leans in to peck me on the cheeks. “But Max is not the only one who’s fallen madly in love.”
I blush. “Oh.”
Silas grips my chin. “I was the first.”
“You really do that name on your chest justice,” Max says. “Liar.”
“That’s not for you to decide,” Silas says, still gazing at me. “Do you believe me or not?”
“I don’t know … how can one ever believe a liar?” I say coyly.
“It’s not like I don’t have a fucking lifetime to prove it to you.” He smirks. “Because none of us are going anywhere.”
“Deal.”
His eyes narrow like he can’t believe his own ears. “Are you trying to make a new agreement with me, little thief?”
“I need to know for sure.”
Suddenly, he puts both hands on my ears and rips out my hearing aids, chucking them aside.
“Hey!” I yell, but I’m not sure I said the right word because I can’t hear.
He grabs my face with both hands, forcing me to focus on those piercing green eyes that haunt me.
And then he draws out words. In the air.
With sign language.
I love you.
The silence is overwhelming.
Overpowering.
All-consuming.
I swiftly draw some signs in the air.
You can sign?
That same vicious smile I used to hate now makes me fall.
He opens his mouth to say the words along with his signings because they’re still choppy, like how a beginner would use them, and I read his lips to fill in the missing words.
I learned it because of you.
I want to be inside your mind even when you can’t hear me.
Because you made me feel my heartbeat for the first time in my entire fucking life.
The tears roll down my cheeks right onto his lips, which he gleefully sucks in like it’s nourishment to his soul.
“I. Love. You.”
He says it out loud and in sign language.
But I heard.
Not with my ears but with the entirety of my soul.
I look up at Heath, who also signs to me while saying the words, trying his very best.
I learned it from Max’s book, so I will never miss out on a vital piece that makes you who you are ever again. Because I love you too.
Max smiles.
I’ve always loved you, you know that, and there is nothing in this world you could ever do that could make me unlove you.
Their signings are rudimentary, but it matters. It matters to me because I feel seen in my needs.
And I realize now I’m not the only thief. I never was.
These boys have seized my soul … And I never want them to give it back.