Page 26 of Kiss of Death
“What makes you so–” Ivy’s question ended in a groan as soon as she felt Otto’s tongue pressed against her. She heard the flimsy fabric of her thong ripping before she felt two thick fingers inside of her. He wasn’t taking his time, and she had zero issue with that. She’d been turned on during her dance, knowing Otto’s eyes had been on her the entire time.
He feasted on her like he was a dying man and the wetness that poured out of her was the only thing that could sustain him. She gripped the back of his head and she grinded against his face, chasing the feeling she had since the second he walked into the dressing room. “Don’t stop,” she panted. She was close. She could feel him pushing her to an edge she’d only ever seen by herself and fuck if it wasn’t a thrill. She forgot how good sex could be when it was enjoyed.
He pulled back, his fingers still fucking her, and she whimpered at the loss of his mouth on her. “Otto,” she groaned and looked down at him, “I told you don’t stop.”
His wet lips pulled back into a smile. “Say please, Ivy.” He licked his lips, and she bit her own to keep from giving him what he wanted.
He shrugged and started to pull his fingers out of her and she quickly gripped his hand. “Cut the power play, Otto. You came into this dressing room for a reason, now finish it,” she snapped, frustrated that she was close and he’d taken it away.
Otto chuckled. “You’re right I came in here to fuck you. I wanted your legs over my shoulders while I drove into you, driving you as crazy as you make me feel.” He brought his fingers to his mouth to lick off the wetness he pulled out of her. He hummed around his fingers before letting them fall out of his mouth. “You taste just as sweet as I imagined.” His hands were back in her hair, and he kissed her with a roughness she found herself enjoying instead of being scared by it because she knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
He pulled away, resting his head on top of hers. She wrapped her hands around his arms with only their heavy breathing filtering the air around them. “You got me breaking my own rules for you. This is dangerous, Ivy.” He quickly kissed her again before he dropped his hold on her and backed up.
“I don’t know what to make of the pull that’s happening here between us,” he shrugged. “Maybe I’m a sucker and I’m reading too much into this, and maybe this is what’s supposed to happen, but….” He didn’t finish his sentence and Ivy didn’t need him to.
She was feeling the same pull and intensity he had been feeling, and she had no idea what to make of it. She had a shit load of secrets she hadn’t even bothered to share with him, and after what she would have to do to him she wasn’t sure he would be the forgiving kind, even if she got the chance to explain.
Smoke knocked on the door again. “You’re going to be late, jackass.”
Otto shook his head. “I really hate that guy.” He stepped back into her space, running his thumb across her bottom lip. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” he murmured the words more to himself than to her, but they hurt her all the same. She shouldn’t feel guilty for what she was about to do, but it was in the air that she breathed in.
“We should talk, Ivy, maybe you can tell me your secrets.” He dropped his hand and she automatically reached for him, intertwining her fingers with his. She looked into his eyes, which were pleading with her to be honest, but the words weren’t coming, even as she heard her heart break inside her chest.
This was going to kill her, and maybe that’s what she deserved after years of hurting other people. “We can talk later. You should go.”
Ivy dropped her hold on his hands, and she could feel the disappointment seeping off of his body as he walked toward the door. She quickly covered herself when he unlocked and opened the door, pushing past Smoke who peeked into the locker room. As soon as he saw her, Smoke stepped inside and crossed his arms over his chest. “You remember what I told you, Ivy? I really hope I’m wrong about you, but I don’t think I am.”
Ivy turned around, sitting back at her vanity. “I don’t have time for you, Smoke.”
“Why? Already planning your exit strategy?” She didn’t hear him move, but when she looked into her mirror, he was standing directly behind her. He leaned down as the girls started trickling back into the locker room. “You better pray I can’t find you, because I will hunt you down if this blows back on Gia and Sofia.”
Ivy swallowed at the sound of the threat in Smoke’s voice. It made her wonder if she should just come clean to Otto. She might have a fighting chance of staying alive and getting her sister back if he knew the truth.
Or Otto might just kill you himself.
OTTO SCRUBBED A HAND DOWNhis face, trying to erase the sounds Ivy made in the locker room when he went down on her. She tasted just as yummy as he anticipated, and it only made him want her more. His balls ached and his dick was still rock hard—the taste of her was still all over his mouth, making him wish he’d just gone in there and fucked her senseless.
He wondered if she was just as mad with lust as he had been. This was getting dangerous for him. He couldn’t concentrate worth shit on the meeting with Ethan. He heard the sounds Ethan and Sofia had been making, and he guessed they were stringing words together, but his focus had been stuck on Ivy.
He saw it in her eyes tonight and the other night when he drove her home. She was struggling with something and he was starting to believe it had less to do with the dead body and Mary’s heartbreaking sobbing when she rushed into Tres, and more to do with whatever personal weight she was carrying. He wanted her truth before they went any further and he knew at this point whatever rules he had in place for his life were getting completely shoved out the window thanks to Ivy.
He was her boss, but he wanted more, and it was only a matter of time before they gave into their chemistry.
Sofia snapped her fingers in front of his face, and he heard Dom’s deep chuckle in his ear. He shook his head on a cough when he zeroed in on Sofia’s angry face. His gaze bounced around the room, and he realized Ethan had come and gone without him noticing.
Sofia stepped into his face. She had to crane her neck up to look at him, and she grabbed onto his chin, forcing his gaze down to meet her halfway. “You fucked her, didn’t you? You got the new pussy glazed-over look on your face right now.” She shoved at him.
“I didn’t fuck her,” he grumbled. “It hasn’t come down to that.”
Sofia scoffed. “You haven’t fucked her, but she’s got you daydreaming in the middle of a meeting,” she snapped at him. He wanted to defend himself, but he couldn’t. He was acting like a lovesick puppy, chasing tail he couldn’t catch.
“What I miss?” he sighed in defeat.
Dom clapped him on the back. “Ethan wants to work with us. He gave us an olive branch. It’s a list of Boris’s properties. He even circled the ones that would be most effective to hit.”
“The catch?” Otto questioned, because nothing was ever that easy.
“We’re going to send a few of the guys to check out the spots. You’re going to look at one of the locations to put some distance between you and Ivy so you’re no longer thinking with your dick. Have one of your crew watch her tonight. Aside from Mary any of the other girls get harassed?”
