Page 2 of Brightness

My president made an Old Lady out of Eva. She’s now wearing his property patch, while I struggle to deal with my damn emotions regarding Ivy.

She’s brought me out of my shell.

Made me think that maybe I could be the type of man for her. The type of man I could only hope to be.

But, no. I can’t think that way.

Ivy—she’s special.

The seller chose her because of her blood. It’s some kind of rarity that makes her and Eva genetically different from everyone else. But Ivy is a little extra special. She’s a virgin, and with my past, that’s too much for a bastard like me.

She deserves a man who will treat her right, not some asshole who was raised the way I was.

My past continually haunts me. My family made me into the man I am.

A void.

An empty shell.

I’m not sure I know how to be anything else.

With the sisters settling into club life, Ivy’s made herself at home. The thought of her being here excites and irritates the hell out of me at the same time. Knowing she’s right there for me to take, but also the fact I can’t just take her whenever I want is debilitating. She’s the kindest, most intoxicating woman I have ever met.

She’s so attuned to everything around her. That alone could be dangerous, but it might also make her an asset to our club. Ivy’s already shown that side of her skill set by working in the Chamber with the prospect, Dash, on cultivating and maintaining our crops for our club girl Trixie’s gourmet line of munchies.

Have to say, who the fuck would have thought the venture would be so damn popular? But the shit sells like fucking french fries at McDonald’s.

Then there’s Dash—the jackass prospect—who’s spending much more time with Ivy than I’d like. They spend a lot of time working together, getting the crop just right. Dash doesn’t think I see him making moves on Ivy, but I sure as shit do.

She and I were close until I realized just how fucking much she was getting under my skin. Just how much I wanted to see her fall to her knees in front of me, watch her big doe eyes peer up at me from under those lashes as she gifts me her submission.

I want to fuck her.

Make her scream out in agony until she can’t breathe.

But I can’t, because she’s a fucking virgin.

So, I stepped back.

Sure, I get that it probably confused her.

But it is what it fucking is.

I was down in the lower bunker with Ivy all the time, spending hours with her. Fuck, I was laughing with her at one point. Don’t ask me how, but I was even opening up to her, letting my guard down, showing her the real me. And that’s the problem. If I let my guard down too fucking much, I’m concerned about what I could do to her.

Now she’s off with that fucking pussy, Dash, while I spend my time drinking and trying not to have her enter my mind every three point five seconds. It doesn’t work most of the time. Especially when her sister, Eva, is up here. They look alike. Not so similar it’s jarring, but certainly enough for my chest to clench.

I’m drowning in a sea of Cuban goddesses, and nothing will ease the goddamn pain.

Instead of getting lost in the bottom of this bottle, maybe I need to sink myself into one of the club girls. Problem is, they wouldn’t satisfy my craving for her.

Ivy is downstairs with Dash, caring for the crop.

Nycto and Eva are madly in love and prepping for the Labor Day festivities starting next week.

And me, well, I’m wandering around aimlessly trying to find something to curb my appetite. Because all I can think about right now is Ivy, and how much I want to go down those stairs to be with her. Sure, I’d love nothing more than to lay her out before me, make her scream my name, but hanging out with her was fucking awesome too. She brought something out in me, something I didn’t know was even there.

As I stroll through the clubhouse, I spy Nycto and Eva getting a little too fucking hands-on for my liking. Nycto nibbles on Eva’s earlobe while they’re practically dry humping in the middle of the room for everyone to witness. He whispers something in her ear, and my lip pulls up in disgust. “Get a room,” I call out as I walk past them, into the kitchen.

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