Page 40 of Corrupting Ivy

It took a special woman to handle the type of sex I enjoyed. One that wouldn’t be afraid of the pain I inflicted or the roughness I craved. Maybe that was part of the reason I hesitated with her—gave her chance after chance to back away—because I wasn’t certain she could handle it, and I wasn’t ready for her to give me that look just yet. The look that women gave me right after they realized just how big of a mistake they’ve made.

I pumped my cock faster as I pictured her perfect, round tits, bouncing in rhythm with my hard thrusts. Her mouth parted as she moaned, her eyes closed. I squeezed harder.

A sheen of sweat glossed my skin, causing the tattoo of darkness on my chest to shine. Maybe it was a symbol for the light she brought. But it didn’t concern me. I’d stamp out her light, bathing her in a darkness the likes of which she’d never seen until she was just as comfortable in it as I was.

My balls drew up, and my head swelled. Then, with all the control I could muster, I stopped.

A deep surge of dissatisfaction gripped my stomach, compelling me to continue, but I didn’t. I wouldn’t.

This was a testament to me that I was still in control. And even though she was all that I wanted right now, I still called the shots.

My emotions wouldn’t control me.

I pulled the sheet over my hips and curled onto my side, my knife tucked under the pillow, my fingers wrapped around the hilt. Closing my eyes, I focused on the darkness inside me and fell asleep.

“Randall, sleep with some goddamn pants on, would ya?”

I jerked up from the bed, my knife at the ready, my eyes blurred with sleep. Remy’s silhouette stood at the door.

She learned her lesson the hard way when she woke me up one morning, and I dug the tip of my knife in her shoulder. She still bore the scar from my blade. Although she never held it against me, she kept her distance, preferring to throw things at me or holler from the other side of the room.

I put the knife down and rubbed my eyes with my other hand. Remy stood, shielding her face with her hands. My dick twitched, thinking of that morning with Ivy. I rolled out of bed and put my feet through my jeans, then pulled them up.

“It’s uncomfortable sleeping in clothes.”

Being naked was the best form of freedom I could give myself.

“Then get a hotel if you want to free your plums.”

She never cared before, so what gives? “Is this about yesterday?”

“Randall, I could give two flying fucks what you do with your sex life. But don’t involve Ivy. She’s got some demons to work out. Why else do you run towards a town like this?”

Remy spoke from a state of personal experience. She ran away from a dark past, settling here, hoping it’d never find her, and so far she’d been one of the lucky ones.

I tossed a shirt over my head. There wasn’t a need for me to examine her concern… I didn’t care.

Ivy was this new addiction that I was taking slowly. Or at least it was slow, by my definition. “She has more grit in her than you think. Besides, it’s not as though I’m forcing her to be around me, she’s a tough toy.”

“You break your toys, Randall.”

I smiled as I peered up at her. “I know.”

Remy’s eyes widened.

Sometimes, I think she forgets the monster I am and still sees me as some broken kid. I’m not, I’ll never be little Spence Randall again. I destroyed that little boy and built a man that would never be a victim.

Remy rolled her shoulders and collected herself. She was the fierce daughter of an Irish crime boss.

When she was just a kid, he was the most feared man in Ireland. As time went on and Remy grew older, the cartel began taking over his territory until, one night, they stabbed him to death in his home. Remy fled Ireland, eventually landing here. That was well over forty years ago, and she still had the toughness her father taught her.

She placed her hand on the door. “I’ve got the roach killers coming to spray. You gotta go right now.” She turned away from me. “You don’t know how to handle things with care, even when you want to. You’ll break her. And when you do, I don’t think you’ll like what you see.”

Breaking Ivy in the way Remy thought wasn’t my intention. No, I wanted to corrupt her—to taint the woman who tempted me. I wanted to bring her into my world of darkness, where she would rule beside me. Anything less was unacceptable.

My stomach rumbled, and I glanced at my phone. Breakfast time. Yesterday, I ran off a gas station sandwich, and this morning, my stomach gurgled with hunger.

I tied my shoes and stepped into the main bar. Remy was nowhere to be seen, and the place was empty. As it should be at nine in the morning. There was one place to get substantial food here if you didn’t own a kitchen, and that was the diner.

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