Page 43 of The Secrets That Kill

Ivy waitsfor me inside the door, trembling when I walk into the apartment. The air of anticipation is tempered with the thick pulse of resentment.

She doesn’t know if she’s coming or going, and that makes it easy for me.

“Good girl.”

She stands in the foyer, eyes lowered, hands behind her back. But the dress I told her to wear, the one that plays into her innocence, is a crime to waste in here. The two of us look exactly like I want. Monster and innocent lamb. She’s heading out to the slaughter. One run by me. And she’s going willingly.

The fact that she’s doing everything I ask has me reeling a little bit. I know she thinks she has to, she knows what’s at stake if she doesn’t. Not that I’d ever hurt her sister—Elise hasn’t done anything to me. But Ivy doesn’t know my true intentions, and my demands have her crumbling so goddamn easily.

She’s mine. Completely under my control.

I saw that guy last night touch her fucking ass. She’s luckyshe pushed away from him and took off. He’s lucky he’s still breathing.

“Did you come, Pollyanna?”

Her chest is red, her skin blotchy. She breathes hard, her shoulders trembling. A deep pink flush streaks up, staining her cheeks. “No.”

“What?”

“Sir.”

My balls fucking ache.

Beneath the sweet freshness of her scent is the smell of arousal, the musk of sex.

I come up close to her and her breath catches, her pulse fluttering against her throat. Those pink lips part. They’re a little swollen, like she’s been biting them.

She hates the fact I’m only looking at her. Despises the fact I’m not touching her and not defiling her in the ways she wants to be defiled.

I need something… My gaze moves over the length of her body, coming to rest on her feet. “Blue polish?”

“You didn’t say…” She stops, her eyes lifting up to mine, widening.

There’s a battle, and it’s intriguing to watch. Ivy’s just realized what she’s saying, how she’s caught up in the game because she craves it so badly.

“No, I didn’t.” I pause. “I shouldn’t have to.”

I walk around her. I want…I want her humiliated. On her fucking knees. I need her panting and drooling for my cock. And I want to break her, just a little.

If she hadn’t been a natural submissive, if I hadn’t seen that core of her, the one that aches for my depravity, I’d have seduced and broken her in another way. I’d have eased her into this. But that wouldn’t work. I knew that the moment she got all turned on at Orb.

“Hold out the hand you fingered yourself with.”

Shaking, she does just that, and I breathe her in, running my nose and lips just shy of her skin, taking my time, letting that heady fresh, musky sweetness of her roll through me.

I want to suck on one of her fingers, but I don’t. Because as I sniff, get close to her flesh, her hand shakes a little more.

Ivy wants me to taste her, to touch her.

To fuck her.

“Lift your skirt.”

Her eyes flash fire but she does what I say.

“Higher. I want to see that pussy.”

The dress rises. Her panties are damp, the pale yellow shade shows that perfectly. It’s why I chose that pair.

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