CHAPTER 18
“No.”
My eyes narrow, a silent threat. “Don’t fuck with me, love.”
And even as those words leave my lips, I know that Ivy’s no longer reacting to the danger that surrounds us. She’s lost in her own head—her basic instincts are no longer functioning.
She’s looking at me as if I’m her prey.
“For so long,” Ivy croons, all the while her hand is fisting my cock. She swipes her thumb over the slick head, teasing the piercing there covered in my cum. “I can’t anymore.”
Her crazed eyes follows the movement of her hand, a small smile plays on her lips while she follows the action. How fucking hard I still am for her.
“Release me.” Hungry, my tone is full of every bit of the need that burns through my blood.
“No.” And yet, she takes her hands off my dick and crawls up my body. A thigh over each side of my hips she settles over me.
Wetness seeps from between those luscious thighs and onto my skin. Mother of fuck, her pink pussy is right there. Over me. Flesh to heated flesh.
I can’t talk.
The beautiful aqua of her eyes is nearly gone. Pupils dilated. Pitch black. Telling me that she will take what is hers.
Lifting her eyes from mine, she looks toward the largest speaker in the room. “Are we done playing? May I have my reward?”
“Is he your final choice?” our captor asks, her breathing harsh. She’s getting off on this shite. “Do you pick Noah?”
“Oh, God,” Ivy cries out as my hips buck and the head of my cock slips inside her tight entrance.
“Say it!”
“Yes. Dammit, yes. It’s always been Noah.”
“Enjoy your choice, pet.”
A quick roll of her hips and Ivy slams down on me.
“Fucking hell,” I growl, hands pulling on my restraint. Tight, wet heat envelopes me and I tense.
The feel of being inside her. The sheer depravity of the situation we are in is turning me feral.
Her wet, silky cunt sucks me deeper.
Mind lost, I jerk under her, every muscle in my body tensing and releasing.
“Oh . . . oh, God.” Nails digging into my pecs, Ivy rotates her hips, her entire body shaking. “Noah.” Aqua eyes filled with tears of pleasure lock on mine. “It’s so good. It’s so fucking good.”
Teeth gritted, I pull on my restraints, hips pistoning into her. “RELEASE ME.”
She jerks on top of me, riding me faster. Her nails score red welts down my chest. “It’s perfect, Noah.” Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she places her hands back on my chest. Biting that sexy bottom lip, she lifts herself then slams back down, taking me balls deep.
My heart stutters in my chest. “Ivy, please.”
Again, she ignores me, lost to her own pleasure.
Perfect tits bouncing with each thrust.
Her pussy’s so wet she’s leaving my entire cock soaked.
Head falling back, I moan. I can’t look at her. But at the same time, with the loss of vision, I’m subjected to the magnified feel of her. “I knew your pussy was going to be this good Ivy. I fucking knew it.”
She pauses momentarily, pussy throbbing wildly. When she stutters my name, that awe still in her tone, I’m helpless against her. Opening my eyes, I see her staring down at me, the space between her brows furrowed.
There’s agony in that stare.
Confusion.
Amazement.
It’s that love I see that snaps the last tether I have to my humanity.
I pump under her hard, until she’s bouncing on me and barely hanging on. “Admit it, Ivy. Say it.”
Her nails are back in my skin, drawing blood.
I want it.
I want her to mark me.
Scar me.
Leave herself permanently etched on me the way she found herself into my heart.
Biting my lip, I pull on the restraints again, my shoulders popping with effort. The entire time, I fuck what’s mine, stabbing her deeper and deeper with my cock.
Ivy falls on me, her face finally within reach. Her eyes land on my lips—she lunges for them, slipping her tongue straight into me.
Fucking my mouth as roughly as I’m fucking her pussy.
Another inhuman sound leaves me. Reality seems to fade away. Nothing exists but her. The wet suction on my cock. That luscious little tongue owning mine.
Pain disappears completely.
Groaning, I yank one arm first. Dimly, I hear a loud snap. Another yank with my left arm. Once again, that snapping sound fills the air.
It isn’t until I have her hair fisted in my hands that I realize:
I’m free.
My arms are at least.
It takes me a split second to sit up. Ivy snaps her arms around my neck, gasping.
Reaching up to fist the leather necklace around my neck, I subject it to the same treatment.
Ivy’s eyes widen with shock as I fling the necklace over my neck.
I lean over, tilting her back, and grab the thin leather strap of the restraint around my right ankle. Eyes locked with hers, my cock still lost in her body, I pull on that strap until it, too, breaks.
She gasps again, realization sinking in.
By the time she’s fully aware of what’s happening, I’ve reached down and broken the final strap.
“No-Noah?”
I lift her off me but maintain our faces a mere inch apart. “Now you’re mine, love.”
She whispers my name again, uncertain.
She should be.
Flipping us over, I throw her back on the bed, knees braced. Palming her neck, I force my doll to bend over, chest flat to the bed.
Beautiful arse arched in the air.
Gone is the man that breathes to keep her safe and out of harm’s way.
No. Right now, I am a motherfucking beast taming its female.
“I’m sorry,” I hear myself say, but I’m not fully aware of anything around me. My voice sounds deeper, rough. “No control. You did this to me.”
“Please. I need you.” There’s that small whine my love uses when she needs to get her way. Impatient little thing knows that I love it, too. Has never been shy to use it on me throughout the years.
Lips skimming the back of her neck, I nod. “Tell me what you need, love.”
Lifting her arse up, Ivy pushes against me. Presses the tip of my cock back at her entrance and moans. “You. Just you.”
“Mine.” With her body pinned beneath my own, I slam back in with enough force to push her small body up the bed. Ivy screams at the intrusion, knees giving out, causing her to lie flat on the mattress beneath us. Her walls immediately spasm—flutter so hard around my cock that my eyes roll back.
Jesus, she’s so much tighter this way. And helpless. Unable to stop me from abusing the pink flesh between her parted thighs.
Her juices coat us both; the scent of sex inside the room is a heady concoction.
Pulsating walls tighten to almost the point of pain while she writhes, hips undulating. Taking what is hers. Using me however she can to get off.
“Move dammit.” Ivy continues rotating those hips back, fucking me the only way she can. God damn. If I wanted to, I could simply stay still, and my little slut would milk the cum out of me anyway. “Ruin me. Break me. I don’t care. But fuck me, Noah.”
“Always.” Taking her fingers from my hair, I stretch them out and place them above her line of sight. “Keep them there. You move, and I stop. I’ll jack off while holding you in place and cover this luscious arse with my cum.”
She whimpers and her pussy tightens around me.
Yeah. She likes that.
Lifting one leg, I press my foot flat to the bed, bracing myself.
Ivy’s hands tighten into fists, the small muscles of her gorgeous back flexing.
Hands spanning her small waist, I hold her still, waiting . . .
The first thrust rips a scream out of her throat.
So does the second.
By the third, she’s a sobbing, incoherent mess. “More! Oh, please. Please.”
I hear my own voice in my ears, chanting. Growling. Her honey drenches my dick, can see it glistening with every withdrawal and thrust inside her. Still, I work her pussy, giving her hard, deep strokes that rock her. “This is my pussy, Ivy. Mine.”
Her voice breaks. Her entire body clenches.
A low, keening cry leaves her, and Ivy arches, coming violently all over my cock.
The loss of breath is instantaneous. Pleasure races its way up my spine. Balls tight, I lose coordination of my hips. “It’s yours, baby. All for you. Take it. Take all this cum.”
“Noah!” She fists the covers, walls milking me. “Give it to me, baby. I want it.”
Eyes locked on her spread ass, I watch her pink pussy stretching around me. That tight, puckered hole right above it. “Coming, baby. Fucking—coming . . .” Everything seizes. There’s a tiny millisecond right before it erupts where everything stills.
My hips snap forward burying my cock as deep as it can go. It all rushes out of me. Wave after wave of pure fucking pleasure. Tilting my head back, I scream toward the ceiling, pumping my cum deep into my girl.
There’s a sick fire spreading in my veins. I fist her hair, somehow still fucking her, aftershocks rocking my entire body. “I love you,” I snarl, the words spilling out against my will. “You, Ivy.”
Ivy melts beneath me, her thighs quivering.
“Bravo!” Comes from the speakers.
It seems our captor is pleased by our performance.
Applause follows her approval, the people who watched our destruction giving us a standing ovation.
It’s loud. Almost deafening.
Jesus. How many bloody people are watching?
At this Ivy tenses, but doesn’t rush to push me away. Instead, she buries her face into the sheets below. “I’m so sorry—”
“Did you enjoy your reward, Ivy? Was it worth the price you will pay?” My girl doesn’t reply. We both know that she’s just wanting to rile her up, and I fear that I know why. “He was you choice after all . . .”
I pull out of Ivy and help her turn around. The stark devastation in her eyes slices my gut open.
It finally happened. I finally had her.
And she’s fucking heartbroken about it.
All because this group of sick fucks paid to watch people have sex and others die. My faith in humanity is crushed as this thought hits home. Just how far does this operation run? Do we know someone who is a part of this psychotic group?
“What about her choice is so important? Why are you pushing that topic?” I hiss out while my girl sniffs. It’s hitting her now. Just the price she will have to pay.
“Since the beginning of time greed has been the downfall of many great civilizations. We, as humans, are not meant to have it all. To possess everything we see.” The sanctimonious bitch pauses for a second and takes an obnoxious sip from her drink. “Ivy can’t have her cake and eat it too. I gave her the chance to save Robert, and yet she chose you again. You will live, but he—”
“No!” Ivy screams out.
It’s too late. Before I even turn to look, I already know Agnes is on the move again.
Low and behold, when I do turn, it’s exactly as I predicted it.
The nun has once again engaged the lever to tilt Robert further into a vertical position. The holes all over his body continue to leak small rivulets of blood. His body is shaking as fear takes hold again.
One look into his eyes and the horror of my own earlier thoughts sinks in.
I hadn’t cared. I think that somewhere, in the back of my mind, I knew it may come to this.
And as long as I had Ivy, I didn’t give a fuck in the moment.
I wanted her to chose me over him.
“N-no. No. You promised. Please.” Ivy sounds childlike, her voice so unlike her own that I immediately spin around to check on her.
She’s on her knees on the bed. Eyes streaming tears and locked on the speaker. Hands in supplication. Prayer. “Please. Don’t do it. He doesn’t deserve to die for this.”
“Yes he does. Right Noah? He deserves to die for daring to covet what is yours?” Agnes asks me, slowly walking around Robert.
Please, no. If this poor bloke has to die, please don’t force me to tell him that.
That in the deepest, darkest part of me, a part of me did imagine him dead for still wanting Ivy.
“Answer her, Noah. Admit what we both know.”
Ivy’s eye snap to mine; there’s a blankness to her stare. “He would never wish someone dead. That’s not him.”
I don’t agree or disagree. I can’t.
“I’ll never play judge and executioner for you. His death is not on my hands, but yours.”
“Liar,” Agnes tsks. She touches Robert’s face. A small caress while her other hand yanks the stapled rosary from his body. The two ends come up, a piece of his flesh tearing off in the process. Blood gushes from the wound, and pure agony seizes Robert’s face.
He’s screaming. Can tell by the way his throat bobs with the action, but the ball gag prevents us from hearing. Something the nun realizes and fixes.
Picking the scalpel up from the tray beside the gurney, she cuts the straps off. “Any last words, my child. Any sin you need to be forgiven for?”
Roberts smacks his dry lips before licking them. “Please don’t kill me,” he pleads but it falls on deaf ears.
Agnes pushes one of her fingers inside the hole near his neck. Digs in causing him to scream.
Bile rises up my throat.
“Stop her! Please. No more. He doesn’t deserve to die for my sins.”
At Ivy’s words, Agnes pauses, her white masked face tilting to the side. “You are wrong, Miss Ivy. This man will be your loved one’s salvation. His blood will cleanse you both.”
Suddenly, her hand rises. I see the glint of light against the scalpel.
It sinks into the farthest side of his neck like butter.
His eyes bulge. I can physically see his scream building up—
Agnes slides the scalpel across his neck, parting the flesh into a gaping wound.
Blood gushes.
The despair of a dying man flashes in Robert’s eyes.
His trachea is exposed.
Within seconds, the life is drained from him.
I can do nothing but watch, my mind caving inward.
First Anne. Now him.
Agnes stands by passively and watches the last twitches going through his body.
Then his head falls forward and it’s over.
That body is limp.
Lifeless.
He’s gone.
Agnes claps happily and does a little spin, head thrown back in a show of gratitude toward the heavens. “There now. Another day of salvation delivered onto you by his blood.”
That bile rises again . . .
Suddenly, Ivy’s mouth opens, and the most deafening shriek I’ve ever heard in my life fills the room.
And I know.
I recognize it in the sound.
Clapping my hands over my ears, I turn to comfort her.
One look into her eyes and my suspicions are confirmed.
Ivy, too, is gone.
My girl has finally broken.