4. Monty
Chapter four
Monty
I’m so fucking hard it makes my entire body ache as I watch her through the window, stripping off her clothes like she knows I’m here, putting on a show just for me. My sweet, sweet poison. I’d drink her up even though I always knew it could kill me; I’d let her turn my veins black and choke on my own tongue for her. She never fucking asked me to, though.
God, it takes everything in me not to slash the screen right now with my pocketknife and crawl through to take her. We left the windows unlatched specifically for this reason.
While Ivy spent the past day in the hospital recovering from the accident, we’ve spent the last day laying the groundwork. It was so easy for Killian to snag the keys to the cabin when her husband was busy flirting with the nurses. Honestly, the dumbass already did most of the work for us just by causing the accident. He managed to destroy all their possessions in a single instant—all we had to do was ensure the internet cables were severed, the windows were unlocked so Killian could creep in, and a few choice items were left at our disposal.
I could die happy watching her, so ripe for the taking, everything blunted by whatever cocktail of drugs Killian replaced her prescriptions with. She probably doesn’t even realize she’s high right now. It’s just enough to make her a little more… agreeable.
That bald pussy is absolutely begging to be dripping with cum as she drops her sweatpants to the floor, offering me a splendid view of her long legs. Except the purple splotches that break the perfect canvas of her skin give me a moment’s pause—just long enough to take her in more, to see the rest of her body, marred by bruises and scars. They’re in various shades of purple and blue, some ringed in yellow and others broken by a trail of smaller bruises—fingerprints.
I’m not surprised by those. Ivy likes it rough; she always did. It’s why I don’t feel too bad about what we’re about to do. She may cry, scream, beg, but she always did. And yet she can’t deny the way her body responds to the pain we can give her. I wonder if her husband is as good at it as we are. Something tells me he must be, given how her body is a canvas of pain.
There’s no way she looks like this after a single car accident, regardless of how fucked it was. The cut on her cheek was the source of almost all the blood splattered in the car—the car that I scrapped earlier this afternoon. None of their possessions were recoverable, and the fire ate a lot of the interior, but the parts that the explosion didn’t touch before Killian’s boys got the fire put out were covered in the russet color of dried blood.
All things considered, the accident could have been a lot worse, Killian assured us. Despite all the blood and the fact the hospital kept her ‘just in case’, she got off without sustaining a lot of injury. That broken wrist seems to be the worst of it.
It’s lucky, I guess, that we can be rough with her then.
I just hope her husband likes taking pain as much as she does because the knife in my pocket is begging to sink into unmarred flesh. And he’s got plenty of it. Maybe it’s because of his work that he wants to look polished at all times. He’s not a lawyer, like Killian first thought. I went through his glove box contents before I crushed their car like a tin of sardines. He’s a doctor.
Doctor Cody Whitmore, a hotshot surgeon in Chicago. My hatred for him grew with each photo I clicked through, looking at his plastic face and that fake fucking smile. He’s rich, he’s married to Ivy fucking D’Aquino, and he’s got a face like a young Johnny Depp, but he doesn’t look happy in any of the pictures. Something is missing from his life, and I’m curious to learn what it is.
Our little pawn and her husband brought this all upon themselves, and they made it so fucking easy. Trapped in the mountains hours from the airport, with no possessions, no car, no wi-fi, no escape. It’s too fucking good.
When we make our move, they’re going to be absolutely helpless.
Killian and Theo are lucky that I’m a patient man, because watching her stand naked in front of me, everything on display, makes me want to launch myself at her and bury my cock in her throat. Maybe even try to crawl inside her and live in her—it’s the only place I ever wanted to be anyway.
I didn’t get it the first time Theo took us to see her. I didn’t understand why he was so obsessed with the girl in that cabin, who we never saw. But then Killian introduced us to her, and it made sense. She was so different from anything that we’d ever seen, and I liked her immediately. Since the summer I saw her swimming in the creek in that green swimsuit that made her eyes look like sea glass she’s been my fucking obsession, my torture, my victim. My reason for existing. I called her my poison because she corrupted me in one single instant. Like Medusa turning men to stone for getting a glimpse of her, she made me into a monster with a single glance.
The chandelier above the antique soaker tub lights her up in a gentle glow, making her look so much softer than the little pit viper I know her to be.
I grind my jaw together as she climbs into the tub, the little glimpse of her pink pussy disappearing just as quickly as she graced me with it. She sinks under the surface of the water, gingerly avoiding the water with her neon green cast. I’ve never seen a full-grown adult choose such an intolerable color for their cast—usually they just go with neutrals, so they don’t draw any unnecessary attention. But Ivy loves attention, my little whore. Of course, she’d choose the color that makes more eyes gravitate toward her as if she’s not the most obnoxiously gorgeous thing in the room, no matter where she goes.
I fucking hate her as much as I don’t.
She sinks into the water just enough that her tits stay above the surface—those sure look like they’ve filled out a little since the last time I had them in my mouth. Her nipples stand at attention, desperate for a hot tongue, and I can feel my mouth watering at the thought, the memory of her taste.
The cracking of a branch somewhere behind me draws my attention over my shoulder, and through the dark of night, I see Theo creeping toward me, his eyes fixed on the glass.
“I missed the show?”
“Show hasn’t even begun.” I laugh, the sound husky and full of every bit of the ache that’s building in me at having her so near and yet so fucking far away.
“No,” Theo agrees, his breath ghosting over the back of my neck as he draws up behind me, sending a shiver through me. His heat makes me start to come apart even before he says, “But I can give you a preview…”
His lips trace the exposed skin on the back of my neck, breathing me in without touching me yet, stoking the flame until he knows I’m going to fucking burn out of control for him.
“Killian’s going to be here in twenty minutes.” He says, as if he has to convince me of this. “Plenty of time to recover before we get in there…”
I can’t control the growl that slips out of my throat, the absolute desperate hunger in me overriding everything else. It’s all he needs. Theo wraps his hands around my waist, his skilled fingers slipping the buckle free of my belt and dipping under the waistband of my boxers so that he can shove them down around my knees.
“Look at her,” he whispers, wrapping his fingers around my cock and squeezing me hard. The warmth of his big hand covers the base of me, and it draws out a long moan from the back of my throat that makes my eyes flutter closed.
Theo has the magic touch—he always has. He bucks against me with his own hips, reminding me that he gave me an order, so I open my eyes to take her in.
“I hate her,” I breathe, fighting the flutter as he strokes me to the tip, smoothing a thumb over my slit, and collecting the drop of precum that’s been sitting there like a dirty little secret as I watch her through the glass.
“Me, too.” Theo whispers, jerking me again in his hand, just a little firmer this time, building the fire.
“We’re going to fucking ruin her,” I gasp, bracing a palm against the glass as he draws closer, pinning me against him without any chance at escape. We’ve already made sure to tint the windows so she can’t see out the glass, but I almost wish she could look up and glimpse us here. I’d love to see the terror in her eyes when she sees two masked men fucking while they watch her in the bath.
“What are we going to ruin first?” He asks, knowing he’s driving me to the edge fast. He tugs his own jeans down with his free hand, and I feel the twitch of his cock as he shifts behind me, stroking faster.
“Her cunt.” I gasp, imagining the warmth enveloping me, the feeling of her spasms as she tries to whip out from beneath me, her squirming giving me new angles to penetrate her deeper.
“So basic.” He huffs, unimpressed. “We should turn her inside out. Fuck her everywhere, all at once so hard that she feels like she’s just jumped through time and space.”
“Fuck,” I whimper, imagining the sound of her cries as we show her no mercy. “But if we ruin her cunt first,” I gasp as he tugs me to crescendo, “she’ll think the worst is over.”
“Silly little slut.” He growls. “She’s not getting out of it that easy.” His palm skates down my ass, and he shoves two fingers inside without prelude, making me clench in sweet agony.
“Fuck,” I cry, my fingers flexing against the glass.
Inside, I see Ivy’s eyes pop open, probably wondering what that noise was that she just heard.
“I can’t wait to see her lick our cum out of your ass. You’ve always taken what Killian and I give you. Are you going to share it with our little slut?”
Theo moans when I gasp out a yes. He adds another finger, forcing me to open for him and dragging me to the edge. His hand slips away from my cock, leaving it pulsing furiously, so fucking close that the loss of his touch is painful. His now free hand comes up to wrap around my throat, squeezing tight enough that I gasp for air I don’t even fucking want.
“Mmm.” I moan, trying so hard to hang on long enough for him to quit fucking around and give me his cock.
“Jerk yourself.” He commands, squeezing tighter and fucking me harder with his fingers, the dry friction creating the sweetest burn. But there’s a big difference between three fingers and his cock, and he’s showing me mercy by letting me cum first. I know this game.
I take over for him, pumping my cock back and forth in a frenzy, racing him to finish. If I don’t come before I pass out, I’ll wake up with his cock in my ass and forego my own release. It’s a wicked game, but it’s one of my favorites, so I’m happy to play.
I’m even happier to win, feeling the tightening in my balls as the heat spreads furiously, my orgasm so fucking close. He senses it, relenting at the last second to take his hands from my ass and wrap around the head of my cock, catching my release in his fingers as he drags it from me.
I’m not even done pumping into his hand by the time he pulls it back and begins coating his own dick with it before pushing it inside my ass with relative ease.
When he crowns me, the heat pools in my stomach again, absolute fucking bliss that we share as he rides me, gripping my still semi-hard dick in his cum-sticky hand, using his grip to pin me in place. I’m limp against the window now, his hand on my neck keeping me up even though I think I’d crumble to the ground if he wasn’t buried balls-deep inside me.
“You’re such a good boy for me, Monty. My sweet, sweet fuckboy.” He grunts, his lips pressing against the top of my head. “You deserve a pet, baby. You deserve her.”
His hot breaths hit the back of my neck as he rocks us both forward with each thrust, hitting a place deeper inside me with each stroke and each filthy fucking word.
“And I’m going to love watching you destroy her.”
He retreats, letting my body try to relax again, and then forces his way back in, making me whimper.
“Please…”
“Please what, Monty? Please let you have her?”
“Yes.” I whine. “Please, let me keep her.”
“You want to keep her?” He laughs, sinking into me until his balls slap against my own, grinding a little circle that makes me cry out for more before he retreats to do it again.
“Yes,” I beg, my fingers flexing on the glass as I see the shadow appear behind her. “Yes, fuck. Please , let me keep her this time.”
He clamps a hand over my mouth, cutting off any more of my pleas. Theo fucks me hard, my cheek pressed against the glass as I watch the show unfold.