Page 79 of Spike's Perdition
Ivory walks in circles around a dangling Glitter for several long minutes. And then… BAM!
She delivers stab after stab after stab. Blood pours from each and every wound, slowly draining Glitter of her life force. I lose track of how many injuries Ivory inflicts, but that doesn’t stop the pride from welling inside of me.
She’s the one. No doubt about it.
Eventually, Ivory tires out and stumbles into my chest.
“I’m done,” she announces, her voice drowsy. “You finish her off.”
“With pleasure.”
I don’t let go of Ivory as I grip the spike in my hand and thrust it into Glitter’s jugular. A few minutes later, the bleeding stops.
“Go forth, sinners' souls, from this world. May you suffer in darkness, may your home be in Hell, and may the Devil fuck you with his horns.”
Ivory tips her head up to look at me. “What was that?”
“Just something we say when we purge something.”
“Can I say it?”
“Absolutely.”
I begin again, and Ivory repeats my words.
“...Devil fuck you with his horns.”
“I love you,” I say, spinning her around so I can lift her into my arms.
Ivory wraps her legs around my waist and kisses me passionately.
“I love you, too,” she says once the kiss ends. “Now, take me upstairs so I can shower and feed Jack.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Oooh, I think I like the sound of that.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
EPILOGUE
IVORY
Three months later…
“Megan good with you stepping back?”Spike asks as he peels back the comforter and slips in beside me.
“More than okay,” I assure him. “Jeremy’s practically been running things with her since I’ve been gone. He’s excited for the promotion.”
After my near-death and Jack’s kidnapping, I did some soul-searching. I can’t justify taking such risks with my life anymore. I have a family to think about, and it’s not fair to them to worry about me every time I leave for the day or an extended trip. Spike agreed but never pressured me. I’ll still be a co-owner ofChase the Highand help when I can. But there’ll be no more dangerous activities.
“Good.” Spike nibbles on my neck and palms my breast.
I melt into his touch and groan. His hand dips lower, caressing my body as he teases my belly button. His fingers skim the outline of my panties before his hand pushes under the waistband. Spike rubs my clit fast, applying the right amount of pressure to make me come undone.
His mouth covers mine to silence me as I scream my release. The last thing either of us want to do is wake up Jack. He’s finally thriving, but it took us a couple of weeks to get his schedule fixed. Our little boy decided he’d rather be up at night and sleep during the day. We’re finally on a normal sleep schedule, and there’s no way we’re going to wreck that.
I grip Spike’s cock, but he gently pulls my hand away. He kisses me gently before rolling me over and pressing his front to my back, wrapping his arms around me.
