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I take off, heading for the stairs down to the Chamber. I’m sure she’s there. She always is. It’s just a matter of what I’m going to find when I get downstairs.

As my feet hit the concrete slabs, I breathe a little faster. I’ve never put myself out there for a woman before. Never had to. I’ve always had them falling at my feet, doing my bidding. It’s how I was taught. I’m not even sure what the fuck I’m going to say when I see her.

As I enter the cold, dank lower bunker, the smell smacks me right in the face. The Cell always stinks with a rancid, moldy odor. Why she likes it down here is beyond me, but my little Cuban goddess is one twisted sister. Taking in a few deep breaths, I make my way toward the lab. The lights are on, and light chatting fills the air. The door is partially closed, so they won’t see me coming, but her girly laughter makes my breath catch. She sounds like a freaking angel.

“Stop, you’re gonna make it bigger,” Ivy calls out with a giggle.

Dash’s chuckle comes next, grating on my nerves.

I wish I could see what they’re doing as I walk closer.

“I thought women like big things?” Dash teases.

My top lip curls up as I stride faster, each step falling harder.

“I get you’re into this kind of thing, but can we just get to it? You’re making me anxious.”

She scoffs out a half laugh. “You’re such a pussy. Okay, hold on tight. It’s about to get messy in here.”

Dash lets out a guttural groan. “Fuuuck, Ivy, that hurts so good.”

My brows pinch tightly as I round the corner to take in the sight in front of me. Dash sits on a chair with his back to me, legs spread and his pants around his ankles. My chest squeezes as I spot Ivy. My innocent, naive Ivy is on her knees, her head between his legs, where I can only assume she’s throat deep on his cock.

What the fuck?

My hands ball into tight fists, and heat flushes over my body so fucking intense sweat beads across my brow. With my anger brewing so severe, I know I have to let it out, so I bring my hand up and slam it into the brick wall. My knuckles instantly split, blood running down my hand, and Ivy gasps, her head popping up from between Dash’s legs. She spots me before I turn to storm toward the exit.

“Shit! Void,” she calls out, but I don’t stop because if I do, I might turn back and break Dash’s face. Then Nycto would really have my balls in a vise.

When my feet hit the stairs, a wave of something crashes over me.

Regret.

That’s what I think this feeling is.

I let it go on for too long, and now Ivy’s giving her firsts to Dash.

My stomach rolls, bile burning the back of my throat as I take the stairs two at a time. I have no one to blame but my stupid fucking self.

“Void, stop!” she yells, but I don’t turn back.

I can’t.

I need something to take this pain away.

Ivy can indeed be poisonous.

And I have just gotten a toxic fucking dose.

Chapter Two

IVY

Adrenaline surges through my veins as I shoot up from between Dash’s legs. “Void, stop!” I yell, my heart pounding so hard I can’t catch my breath, but the idiot has taken off quicker than I can even comprehend.

Dash scowls at me. “We weren’t doing anything wrong, Ivy.”

“Dash, I had my head between your legs.” I huff. “It would have come across a whole lot different from where Void was standing.”

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