Page 21 of Ivy’s Poison

She blinked, then asked, “Who are you?”

“Someone who never makes false promises.”

Ivy swallowed.

“That’s right. I’m only here because I let you bring me here. I’m only still here because I’m needing something. Now, I’m tired as fuck and getting agitated. Answer the fucking question.”

Ivy said nothing. Just like I had refused to all night. She was perfect for me.

And she slammed her lips to mine.

I had no idea where her mouth had been, and I didn’t care. The kiss felt full of desperation and hunger for relief. Her lips were asking so much of me with the greedy touch. My mouth opened with no hesitation. I wanted to taste her so fucking bad, it was making me mad. We both moaned as our tongues crossed paths, searching for a resolution only the lost could understand.

Her eyes were still open, meaning she felt she had to watch what was coming, but I promised, someday, she would close those eyes and trust I would protect her.

A chain rattled as my left arm fought to be free to grab her wet hair, begging her not to stop the phenomenal assault. Her hand that had planned to smack me now held my face, pulling me closer. I opened wider to give her a place to hide. She took all I was willing to give, including the silent promises she was praying I could keep, of a future without forced sex.

Her gasping for air in-between the attacks on my mouth made my dick grow in record time. I was breathing just as hard when she said, “I want you, right now, but you’ve been hurt tonight—”

“Same as you.” I stared at her, hard, so she understood my meaning.

When she looked away with shame, I growled, “Don’t you fucking dare look away from me. That bullshit ain’t on you. That’s on your psychotic father—”

Her eyes closed before reopening, her mouth finding mine again. My lips, caressing hers, screamed that there would never be judgment for that. “See my truth, babe.”

Mouth to mouth, big grey eyes stared at me. After a moment, our mouths never breaking the connection, she finally nodded. Then, the heat in our kiss escalated as if we were starving animals. The timing was so wrong to want physical touches from her. She had just been taken advantage of, but I wasn’t the only one needing the intimate connection. Her breasts rubbed against my chest as much as they could with me still holding on to her arm, so I released her to give the needed freedom. She immediately pushed her body closer to mine, violently kissing me the whole time. Mournfully, I enjoyed tasting her blood, knowing she could most likely taste mine, too. Her lustful touches hurt my tortured body, but not having her touch me would have brought me the most pain.

I think the horrid situation we were in made it plausible that this could be our last chance to be together, no matter what high-level training I possessed. Neither of us were willing to let the moment pass without having each other intimately.

Even though I didn’t want her to stop, I couldn’t help but wince when she started climbing on top of me, accidentally touching my bandaged burn. Due to our mouths being connected, she felt my expression and pulled back slightly.

Her mouth hovering over mine, she grinned and said something only Ivy could at such an uncertain moment in our lives. “Stop being a pussy.”

My hips surged forward. “I’ll show you what a pussy I am. Get a knife.”

Half on top of me, she froze, horror quickly blanketing her face.

I shook my head. “Hell no. I ain’t got no time for your fear. You are supposed to be taking out revenge on me tonight.”

She immediately started shaking her head. “I was wrong—”

“I believe you, but what kind of suspicions will arise if you leave me and I have no further injuries?”

“Champ, please—”

“What happens to our daughter if they figure out who I am to her?”

Ivy’s body stiffened. Her fingers tightened on my shoulders.

“That’s right. Any false safety you think you and Beth are offering her will be annihilated.” Ivy paled so fast I thought she may pass out. I had no time for that either. “You want out? I’ll get you and Jade out. Beth too. But it will take grabbing a hold of those iron balls I know you have, and doing what it takes. Your choice.”

Ivy needed to make a decision. I had laid it out there. Now, it was her move. I stayed quiet so she could process all that I was asking.

Staring at me, she blew out a shaky breath then slowly slid off me. Her hands nervously opened and closed as she walked to a table to retrieve a knife. Holding it, she timidly faced me.

I, wholeheartedly, explained why this was important to me. “I never knew I would have a kid.”

She took a step toward me.