Chapter 42
Noah
“Can we have a minute?” I ask, trying like hell to control the craziness within from leaking through. To them, we are nothing more than pawns to play with—docile in our fear.
And while it pains me to admit, we might not both make it out alive. If it comes to it, I’ll ensure her safety with my blood. Die for her to live.
“No—”
“Now, darling,” Valerie’s counterpart interrupts, his tone softer. “Give them four minutes to say whatever it is they need. Have a heart—these are their last moments.”
“Fair enough,” she hisses, obviously hating that she must give in. To seem uncompassionate in front of these clients. “Four minutes, and I want his cock splitting her in two.”
The spotlight above us dims, giving us the illusion of privacy. Ivy’s eyes are on mine; she feels this, this crushing hunger for the other that’s scorching my veins. It’s scary and wonderful and has become the cause of our downfall, but we still yearn for it.
“I love you, Noah. So much.” Watery eyes crinkle at the corner as she smiles. Her small hand comes up to cup my chin and I nuzzle her palm. “Do whatever you need to do,” she says, her breath a soft caress against my neck. “No matter what that is, I’ll forgive you.”
“I can’t hurt you, love.” My face comes down, lips sweeping over hers.
“Then promise me you’ll fight until your last breath. That you won’t let go, because I sure as hell won’t.”
“I promise.”
“Enough with the goodbyes. Take her.” A warning shot rings out—it flies somewhere to the left of us.
My anger reemerges. Burns through my veins like pure acid overflowing a volcano and I react, pulling Ivy behind me, and turn to face our captors.
“What the bloody fuck?” I hiss out from between clenched teeth. My lip curls back, muscles coiling tight and ready to attack.
Shite. Where the hell are those guards?
Flicking my eyes toward the entrance, I catch a glimpse of a Glock in Jacques hand. He’s not hiding it, just has it down and pointing toward the floor.
The black, soulless eyes of his mask are on us, and Ivy shivers behind me. She pulls herself closer, fingers digging into my back.
“No more prolonging the inevitable. Play for us.”
Once again, Jacques raises his gun and this time aims it straight toward me. He’s waiting. Itching for a reason to kill me and then take my girl.
Turning around, I give the room my back and pull her chest to mine, tip her face up. “Whatever it takes?” Must make sure she knows that if I give in to my hunger there’s no going slow. Fuck. Fuck, this could be the last time I hold her. Love her.
“Whatever it takes,” she vows back and kisses me, just as hungry to taste me. To connect once more, especially since it might be the last.
Her lips are desperate, hands wander across my shoulders and then down. She fingers the zipper for a second before lowering it. All the way and then off, the black cotton falls to the floor at our feet. My own fingers trace her skin, down her back and over the swell of her voluptuous ass.
Grabbing onto the flesh, hard and almost bruising, my hold leaves no room for her to move and she whines at the back of her throat. It’s that sound that breaks my last shred of lucidity and I give in.
To her. To my needs. To every bloody thing that feels right in my world.
“Noah, I. . .you’re everything,” Ivy whimpers, her hips pushing—gyrating against my throbbing cock.
She’s wet. Pulsing and swollen for me. My fingers skim between her thighs from behind and I’m met with bare skin.
Her juices on my fingertips.
Jesus, I can’t. I’m gone. My need is too strong.
The room and its inhabitants disappear as my pants fall to my knees. Who popped the button and pushed them off my hips? No clue, nor do I give a fuck when her heat is this close.
“Hold on to me, doll,” I growl low, hands hoisting her up so those long legs can wrap around my waist. Ivy does as I ask, fingers pulling on my hair. She clings to me while her slip of a skirt rips open from behind in the position I have her in.
Open for me.
Dick hard, I line us up and look into her eyes. Stare into them, force her to see what everyone knew while she denied me.
“Mine.” The last syllable barely passes my lips when I enter her warmth in one swift stroke, impaling myself deep within her pussy and steal the breath from her lungs.
“Noah!” she cries, thighs quivering around me.
My head snaps back as my entire body arches into the feeling—wet, snug heaven, so tight my vision sparks. I can’t keep my eyes away from her for too long, though. Not with everything racing through my head.
The knowledge that we might be dead in a few minutes.
That others might abuse this woman that means everything to me.
Ivy wraps herself around me, teeth sinking into my neck, and the way she twitches in my hold tells me she’s trapped in the same desperate mindfuck I’m in.
Lowering my head, I bury my nose in her neck, dragging her scent into the deepest parts of me. My hips jerk out of my control as I struggle to ignore the slick perfection of her cunt. How it demands my cum every single time.
Ivy hugs me tighter, legs locking like vices around me.
Beyond the spotlight, the audience is lost and the hush as they watch makes the effect more potent—as if it’s just her and me in this moment, no one else watching and lusting and awaiting their fucking turn.
Lowering my hands, I cup that luscious arse and move my neck away from her mouth. “Love.”
Her head rises slowly at the harsh sound of my voice, drugged, lust-filled eyes seeking me out. Within her, the walls of her pussy continue to pound to the beat of her heart, tempting me to flood every bit of her with my essence. To mark her for these arseholes to see.
Even at our worst, she’s always been mine.
I want to kiss her. Want to have those lips and wicked little tongue. But between the different drugs in my system and the emotions clawing at my common sense, one feel of her hungry mouth and I’ll lose myself to the call of her body. “Keep your eyes on me, Ivy,” I rasp, kneading her arsecheek. “Look at me while I give you this.”
Now comes a reaction from the crowd. Those longing sighs, as if these bloody bastards have heartstrings to pull.
In reality, it’s probably just their yearning to experience Ivy’s body the way I am right now.
Rage slams up my spinal column on a sudden, scalding rush.
“Noah,” my girl whimpers at my facial expression, eyes shining with the love she denied me all these years. Pressing her forehead to mine, she rotates her hips, taking from me what I’m not ready to give, her breath hitching in that sexy little way as her movements force my cock to drag along her walls. “Baby. Please. I need you. More than ever.”
She ruins me. She truly does.
Moaning, I give her a shallow thrust, my entire body reacting to that slight move. Her hungry whimpers spur me even as I argue with myself, not ready to give in to the pressure in my bollocks yet.
Ivy brushes her lips along mine. So sweet. So fucking tempting. As always. “Baby, I love you,” she whispers, a single tear leaking down her cheek again.
“Fuck, Ivy. You’re everything, baby,” I hiss, avoiding her beautiful, seeking lips, fighting to deny the call of her clutching, soaked cunt. The short, quick jabs I’m giving her are meant to keep us both from ending this too soon, from having to face the nightmare awaiting us on the other side of our orgasms, but she feels so fucking good that even those shallow thrusts threaten to send me flying over the edge.
And then our male captor and his violating demands return. “I want to hear you tell her what it’s like being inside her. Let the audience know.”
So they can better imagine what they think they’re about to get?
More fury. More bloodlust. Dimly, I’m aware that I’m starting to lose control of the rhythm. That my lips are curling back in an inhuman snarl.
Ivy’s eyes widen with both hunger and fear, claws digging into the backs of my shoulders to secure herself.
“Tell us, Noah. Just a small taste.”
“It’s okay.” My girl pulls my hair, forcing my eyes on hers. It’s the pure adoration I see in them that causes me to bite my tongue. To not tell the bastard to piss off. “Remember. Whatever—”
“It takes.” I finish for her and close my eyes. Then, I just feel.
Her body. Her little noises of pleasure. The heat burning through me, how the blood in my veins pumps at a harsh thrum for her pussy.
“We’re waiting. . .”
Holding her hips still, I pull all the way out and savor this one moment before slamming in to the hilt. Ignoring his request, I brutally thrust five times and still.
She’s clinging to me, her juices coating my inner thighs.
“You want to know how she is? What being inside her feels like?” Murmurs rise to shouts of yes.
“Please.”
“Ivy is both heaven and hell. A sinner’s delight,” I spit through my teeth, trying to stave off my release. “She’s tight. Wet. Motherfucking hedonism incarnate.”
“Noah, I. . .baby!” Through her screams of pleasure, my hips never stop fucking her tight hole. Not when she clenches, and her orgasm flows down to my heavy balls. Nor when her nails scratch my neck as she arches her back in pleasure.
It isn’t until those hazy eyes focus on me and she gives me her sated smile that my body reacts.
There’s no stopping the way her sweet expression within this nightmare affects me.
I come for her almost as if that curve of her lips was a command.
With a tight hold on her hips, I bury myself deep inside and curse. Empty myself while realization and dread seeps in.
Now what?
“Nicely done, children. Such a joy to watch, but. . .”
Motherfuck.
There’s no afterglow or a sated relaxation that follows. Out of nowhere, we are separated with the tips of our fingers left barely hanging on.
Clarice has Ivy by her hair while a guard holds a gun to her head. It all happens so fast. One moment I feel my cum slipping from within her and down her thighs, and the next, all I see are scared eyes widening in horror.
“Now it’s time for the second auction. Who wants her used cunt now?”