Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167671 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 838(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
And I … I nearly came just from him pulling it out.
Asshole.
“You made quite a mess there, Ivy,” he groans, gripping my face so tightly my lips are forced to open. “Go on. Taste yourself.”
He dips the vibrator into my mouth all the way until his fingers join in too, forcing me to taste my own wetness, my own unraveling. And the satisfaction on his face makes me want to bite down.
“Bite, and I’ll return the favor,” he warns as if he can read my mind.
He swiftly pulls out, chucks the vibrator aside, and marches toward Max, who just stands in the middle of the room, staring at me like I’m something to admire despite the predicament I’m in. “But little miss thief isn’t the only one who needed to come clean.”
“What do you mean?” Max asks, but Heath grabs his shirt and drags him to me.
Silas snorts. “What the fuck are you doing, Heath?”
“Dealing with this here and now,” Heath growls. “You found her snooping on us, then let her go. Now let the world hear why.”
“Heath, you know why I did it—”
Heath rips his own belt from his pants and wraps it around Max’s arms, tying them behind his back so his wrists can’t move. Then he forces him down. “On your knees.”
Max is fumbling as he gazes up at me. “I … ”
Heath leans in to whisper, “Say it. Out loud. Tell her.”
He swallows, gazing up at me from the floor like he’s being torn to shreds. “I’m in love with you.”
CHAPTER 28
Heath
There it is.
The fucking nail in the coffin.
Ivy’s jaw drops. “You’re in love … with me?”
“What?” Silas struts around the room, still naked. “How? When?”
“I don’t know, it just happened,” Max mutters.
“No, it didn’t just fucking happen,” I growl. “He fucked her.”
Silas’s eyes turn nearly red with rage. “He what?!”
He steps forward, but I block his way. “Let me handle this.” I pull Max’s head back by his hair. “Look at her. Look at the girl you wanted to give your fucking heart to.”
“Heath, don’t do this,” Ivy says.
“You think he’s sweet?” I ask her. “He was in it from the beginning!”
Her eyes widen, and he looks away in defeat. “Tell me it isn’t true, Max,” she whispers.
“It is. I told him to seduce you, and he did. He played the game perfectly.”
She shakes her head.
“He’s my fucking puppet … and somehow you fucking wound him around your little pussy.”
I use my free hand to swipe along her slit right in front of his face, rubbing that sweet little clit until she’s all wet and struggling to stand in those restraints. The sound of her moans makes my shaft twitch, and I grab him by the hair and force him closer.
“Look at her, Max. That’s what you wanted to do, right?” I grit. “You loved to watch, so fucking watch.”
His breathing is a ragged mess, so I dip my fingers into her and watch her writhe. “Doesn’t she look pretty, all tied up, waiting to be used? Doesn’t it just make you want to lick that wetness right off her thighs?”
His tongue dips out to wet his lips like he just can’t fucking control himself, and it pisses me off.
“This is why I didn’t fucking tell you, Silas,” I growl. “The boy has been pussy-whipped.”
Silas crosses his arms. “I can see that.”
“Fuck you,” Ivy growls, so I add another finger just to watch her recoil against the restraints. She moans, her pussy tightening around my fingers so good, I just know she’s on the verge of another big orgasm. But I’m not going to give it to her yet.
“It’s no use, little thief. You’re ours now,” I groan as I pull out. “And you will pay for stealing what belongs to me.”
“Us,” Silas interjects.
But my brows twitch at the thought.
“Please …” she begs, but I’m not sure who she’s begging.
Me … or Max.
And something about that makes me clench my teeth so hard they nearly break.
I bend over to whisper in his ear, “Do you know what she tastes like?”
He shakes his head.
“Aren’t you going to save her from the lust coursing through her veins?” I grin against his ear. “Go on … show us how much you want her.”
I stand and wait until he slowly inches closer.
“Max …” she mutters.
“I have to,” he replies, gazing up into her eyes like he’s a good fucking boy.
And I’m fucking over it. “Do it.”
His head falls forward, and he buries himself between her legs, rolling his tongue around that sweet pussy like his life depends on it. And fuck me, is it a sight to behold.
He groans into her, lapping her up real good until she’s practically moaning out loud.
“Fuck!” she yelps.
His tongue swivels back and forth across her slit, spreading her juices all over, and I tilt my head and lick my lips at the sight. Max struggles from the belt I’ve put around his arms, nearly falling into her completely, and the thought makes me fucking smile.