Page 156 of The Secrets That Kill

“Ivy.”

“Let go, Mercer!”

“We need to talk.”

“The fuck we do.” But she pulls free. “I don’t want a shower. I’m not a goddamn toy. I’m not weak, either. I’m a strong woman who got things done. I may be young, but you better believe I’m more together than you and my brother and the rest of you rich people playing with people’s lives. So listen when I say that you don’t know what I need.”

Fuck, I really don’t know what she needs.

Ivy drops the blanket from her shoulders and reaches for me. Her breaths come in short, sharp pants. She slowly rubs her hand over my cock. It jumps at her touch and the familiar ache of need for her hits. “Pollyanna…”

She undoes my pants, shoving them to my knees before pulling out my cock. With her eyes on mine, she backs into the bedroom.

“You want to know what I want? I want you to wipe every single touch from me. Make me not feel dirty.”

“You aren’t dirty. Not like that.”

“Do it,” she growls.

My throat tightens. “Is that an order?”

“Yes.” Her eyes are shimmering with tears, her jaw tensing. Fury glows in her eyes. Of course, she’s angry and hurt. And now she wants to rise like a phoenix from the ashes of their debasement.

I don’t think they did more than touch, and thank fuck for that because she’d be a mess if that was the case. But I also know Ivy would have dealt with it because my strong-willed girl can deal with anything, except maybe the inherent wrongness of me.

I kiss her, caressing her tongue, coiling heat snaking through my limbs as she takes me down to the mattress.

If there’s one thing I do right in my life, it’s this. With her.

Only her.

Ivy licks the palm of her hand and reaches for my cock. She strokes me a couple of times before guiding me to her pussy. She sinks onto me until I’m buried deep inside of her pussy. Her slick walls clench me tight. But she’s not as wet as usual.

Knowing the reason why is pure torment.

And I’m the cause.

Her sigh, that guttural sound, is pure arousal. She rotates her hips over me, her hands pressing into my chest as she glides up and down on my cock. Our bodies slap together, flushed with need and desire, skin pebbled with sweat.

I start to buck up into her, taking her lead, meeting her thrust for thrust. It’s half rough, half sensual, and a bit of something completely new. For once, I’ve given over control to someone else. I’ve made myself completely vulnerable to her.

With each jerk of her hips, I can tell she’s getting close. Her movements become small and sharp, hard rocking thrusts. She grinds her clit against me, clamping down hard on my cock. Her pussy lips beckon me, begging to drive deeper until my cock hits her G-spot.

Her screams pierce the air as the orgasm consumes her. She trembles and quakes as the bliss ripples through her. Juices flow over my dick, drowning me in all that she is, all that I know I want and need.

I dig my fingers into her hips and thrust up, bringing her through each movement to hit another orgasm. When she comes again, I finally let myself go, groaning out her name as my cum spurts into her.

When we’re done, she rolls off me and sits at the edge of the bed, her bruised back to me.

I rise onto my elbow, moving my hand to her waist. She shakes off my hand and stands. “Don’t touch me.”

“All right.”

Ivy goes to her closet and pulls on clothes. I pull my pants back on, then sit at the foot of the bed. A pang hits my heart. “Ivy, you don’t need to stay. I never expected you to, but?—”

“You know, the stupid thing is, I didn’t listen to you when you warned me what you really are. I didn’t care then because I only wanted you, no matter what. But you were right. You’re a monster. One I never want to see again.” Her voice is cold, numb…lifeless.

Like whatever fucked-up relationship we have.

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