Page 48 of Corrupting Ivy

“Calm down. You have plenty of time. He will not walk through that door right this second.”

The attendant sitting at the counter eyed us suspiciously.

“You don’t understand.” She hit my shoulder, pushing against me. Then she shrunk away, her breaths rapid as if she’d made a horrible mistake. She licked her lips and swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.”

My nostrils flared as I took a deep, calming breath. But my calm slid away faster than the hillside in monsoon season.

I gripped her tighter, dragging her with me as I slammed open the restroom door and pulled her through with a tug and twirl, then locked it behind me.

“Never do that again.” I backed her up against the wall, pinning her shoulders to the white tile.

“I said I was sorry.” She closed her eyes and turned her face from mine while tucking her hands behind her. I grabbed her chin and brought her back to face me.

“Open your eyes. That’s not what I meant.”

Her brows knit with confusion. She opened her eyes slowly. “What do you mean, then?”

“That look. You’re safe with me, Ivy. Safer than anyone has ever been.”

“But you get angry when people touch you.”

“That’s not what I said.” It was damn near impossible to find the words to describe how I felt when someone put their hands on me. But I didn’t have those feelings with her, and it wasn’t something I wanted to confess just yet. Anger wasn’t ever an issue when she touched me. It was the sudden lack of control that I had to fight like tooth and nail to keep.

I gripped her hand and ripped it away from behind her back, then placed it on my chest, just as I let her touch me before in her kitchen.

“Then why won’t you let me touch you.”

“It’s just better if you didn’t. Can you do that?”

She swallowed hard, then nodded as her fingers bunched in my shirt, forming a fist beneath my hand. Pulling her lip between her teeth, she bit down, leaving an imprint from the pressure, and released my shirt, then walked around me to exit. I couldn’t let that happen. I’d gone too far, deprived myself too long, learned too much about her. She was mine now, and I wouldn’t let her escape so easily.

I spun on my heel, grabbed her upper arm, and slammed her back into the wall. Then, as if something possessed me, I wrapped her arms around my neck and crushed my lips to hers. I squeezed her ass with both hands, then pressed her against my hard cock, making sure she could feel what she did to me. My tongue breached her lips, driving me closer to insanity the more we touched.

I’d taught myself to follow a specific set of guidelines to get by in life. And all those warning bells were blaring, telling me a dangerous fire was about to ignite and there’d be no turning back. I ignored them all, pulled her tighter against me, and prepared for the outcome.

Inching my hand up under her shirt, I caressed her silky skin along her ribcage. She moaned against my mouth, but I refused to release her. I’d suck the air from her lungs, consume all of her, and hold no remorse in the morning. I’d burn the world down around her just to keep her right where she was, even if it meant we’d go up in flames along with it.

Someone pounded their fist against the bathroom door. I expected her to pull away, to slow down, to stop altogether, but she didn’t. She understood. There was no backing out now. No one would stop me from taking what I wanted—and what I wanted was to bend her over the bathroom sink, force her tight pussy to swallow me down, and scream my name, letting the bystander know who it was that destroyed her.

I ripped her shirt over her head, her eyes pleading with mine as I threw it to the floor, then unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her creamy hips. Tearing her shoes off, her pants following, I looked up the length of her body, her eyes wide, watching my every move. I kissed her legs as I made my way up between her thighs. Tucking my fingers into her panties, I slipped them off, then put them in my back pocket.

The person outside the restroom stopped their relentless pursuit to enter. Her shoulders sagged. Did she not enjoy a little exhibitionism? I’d change that. I’d change many things, and by the time I’m done, she’ll find a whole new side of herself.

“Don’t worry about whoever is out there. I want them to hear you scream.”

I raised her leg, placing it over my shoulder, then sunk my teeth deep into her inner thigh. She curled in on me, shrieking silently from the pain while she tried to push me off. I held fast. Then as her fingers pulled through my hair, I dove in with a driving hunger between her thighs, devouring her scent and taste.

“Oh, my god. Randall.”

I growled. Her cries roused the monster inside me. I flicked my tongue against her clit, making her knee give out. Her weight sat on my shoulder, pressing her pink flesh into my mouth.

She righted herself, moaning, as I bit her lips, then ran the flat of my tongue against her clit once more before diving deep into her pussy.

“Fuck,” she whimpered.

I claimed her clit, digging my fingers into her trembling thighs, then worked her body until she convulsed with release. Her fingers ran through my hair, then held my mouth against her. “I’m-I’m coming. Oh, my god.”

She bucked against my face, bringing my teeth and tongue closer. When her thrusts slowed, I swiped her leg off my shoulder, then spun her around and placed her hands on the bathroom sink, giving me a sweet view of her exposed ass. I wiped my mouth clean of her juices. “I’m going to fuck you… hard,” she tipped her head back, catching my lust-filled gaze in the mirror, “and while I do, you’ll keep your hands on the sink until that tight pussy has choked my cock.” She bit her lip and pushed her hips into mine, still clad in uncomfortable jeans. I slapped her ass hard, watching her wince in the mirror. “Do you understand?” She quickly nodded. “Say it.”

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