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Just like her instinctive submission. People get it wrong, thinking submissiveness equates to weakness. It’s actually representative of strength. I can play with that strength, mold it, stretch it to fit my plans and yes, my desires.
I don’t have to like Ivy to be turned on by her.
She stares at me. “You know?”
“Who you are? Yes, I fucking know. I fucking remember. Just like you remember me. And what you did.”
Her panic flares higher, eyes bright with fear. Ivy wants to run, it’s clear from the tension of her muscles. A low-edged vibration, the warning of what’s to come, thrums though her. But she’s caught by my command, on some subconscious level, to stay right where she is, like she knows that what comes next if she leaves will be that much worse.
I want to touch her again, to brush my fingers against her smooth skin, to feel the rocketing pulse against her wrist, her heat, her panic.
When she’d been a gawky kid, she’d been a pain in thefucking ass, wearing her crush like a neon sign on her head. There are plenty of people who’d have thought nothing of dipping into that tight, virgin pussy and being the first to claim it, but it wasn’t for me. Ivy looked like a little girl desperately trying to be a woman.
I liked real women. My age, older. Women who knew what to do, when to do it, and how to do it.
Besides, even if Ivy’d been old enough and developed enough, I wasn’t ever going to fuck Jaxson’s sister.
Then.
She shouldn’t have known I was there at their family’s house. Jaxson had taken over the pool guest house as his own. I didn’t interact with their parents, and it was rare I saw the youngest, Elise.
It should have been the same with Ivy. But she was always hanging around, buzzing like an annoying as fuck gnat I just couldn’t squash. She always found ways to bump into me, to show up at the pool house. I ignored her, but it only made her more persistent.
But all that is the past, and…I put it aside.
My life took a turn, and I had no choice but to go with it.
But I always vowed to make her pay.
Now I have a game to play and she’s the tool I need.
Revenge. So fucking sweet. And no longer forbidden.
The silence between us festers, the air becoming thicker by the second. The sounds of Orb are muted by the thoughts flooding my mind, the things I will do, the ways I’m going to use her.
I want her to squirm, to let the demons thread through her mind, whispering “what if…?”
The more the silence consumes her no-doubt-frenzied mind, the more malleable she’ll be when I pull on her invisible strings.
I know Ivy’s weaknesses. The guilt. I know her financial situation is crap and the desperations that drive her and lock her down at the same time. The fact that she’s friends with Cara and practically fell at my feet is just icing on the cake.
When Orion said that Cara might be willing to help me, I looked into her since I don’t trust anyone. I never understood why he’d pick up with a college girl. Then I learned about the wild streak that sits behind Cara’s pretty face. She can obviously handle darkness since she’s fucking Orion. She gets off on thrills and dark edges and can either look innocent or like a porn star, depending on her mood.
But Orion doesn’t give something for nothing. There’s a reason why he offered her up to me for this job. She’s my type—Orion and I have always had a type in common—so us being together wouldn’t raise eyebrows. Maybe he wanted me to give her a way to pay off some debts she’d collected. Or maybe Orion wanted someone to keep him updated on me and the job while he’s out of town.
Cara would be the perfect little spy, especially since there are plenty of people interested in the information protecting Henderson. Information he’s collected and will use as blackmail to get everything he wants. It wouldn’t shock me if Orion wants his hands on some of that, and having Cara on the inside guarantees him a crack at it.
And then, during my investigation, I found out Cara has a friend.
Someone I knew almost a decade ago. Someone I want to make suffer.
Someone who is about to become my pawn.
But even if I wasn’t planning to destroy her life, Ivy is still the better choice.
She’s perfection, the exact thing those in the underbelly of Broken Angel crave.
Innocent with a submissive soul.
