Page 32 of The Secrets That Kill

“You’re here because I made an offer. But there was a bet, too. And you were wet, you came all over me. You want me, Ivy. Don’t lie to me or yourself.”

“I…”

I move closer, drop my arm from the wall to run a finger down between her tits to the top of her jeans. We’re being watched, I know that. Mercer Vale with a new sub whom he actually wants to be with is news. I like to play and be seen, and my interest in Broken Angel has been noted.

Being this rich opens the right doors, but Ivy’s my ticketthrough them. I couldn’t get in without her. And it’s going to be a long game. My specialty.

“You want me, and if you’re smart, you’ll learn how to please me. I got news that Elise has settled in, and reports from the doctors say she’s responding well. She hasn’t been told the preliminary results of her treatments yet since it’s still early and we don’t want to get her hopes up.”

I smile. There isn’t a drop of softness in it. And she flinches, taking my smile to mean exactly what she dreads hearing. “Just remember that my happiness and the success of this mission is tied to you. Directly.”

“Are you threatening me with my sister?”

I let my smile widen. “Her future is in my hands, but you have the power to make or break that future, Pollyanna.”

A light goes out in her eyes, like a trapped animal who gives up. It’s momentary, and I’m being beyond cruel. I know she carries a lot of guilt that might not be hers. Except, of course, the guilt of what she did to me, robbing me of two fucking years of my life.

I’m being a total dick, but I want her tied up in knots. I want to see how she fights back, how she crumbles and rebuilds, reshaping herself before I go in for the kill.

I want her on her knees—metaphorically, emotionally, literally.

I want everything.

I’ll get it, too. Every last secret, all her vulnerabilities.

I will own her. In every possible way.

Taking her chin in my free hand, I pull her to me. “Make it good, Ivy.”

“What?”

“This.” I kiss her again, slow and then so deep, she seems to forget how much she claims to hate me. I shift my handdown between us, over her denim-covered pussy, and she pushes her hips against me like a good little slut.

Dragging my hand over her pussy, I kiss my way to her throat, sucking and biting one spot over and over until she starts to moan and gasp.

I don’t stop touching her. I keep rubbing her with deliberate strokes as I lift my head a moment. “Make it look real, make it look like you want to fuck my brains out. We’re being watched, and with any game I play, I demand perfection. Give me perfection, Pollyanna, if you can.”

Then I drop my mouth back to her neck, upping the pressure on her pussy a little more. And I bite her so damn hard, there’ll be teeth marks on her neck. She moans loud and pushes hard against my hand, her body quivering against me as she’s rocked by a small orgasm that stilts her breath.

As she’s tumbling back down, I say, “Play by my rules and you’ll see I can be a generous master.”

Her eyes widen like they want to swallow the world. And she looks at me like Iamthe world.

She’s vulnerable, open, ready to be unraveled.

“I don’t know your rules,” Ivy says.

“No. You don’t.” I place my hand on the small of her back and graze the outer shell of her ear. “And it’s time for you to learn.”

Right fucking now.

EIGHT

ivy

“Where are we going?”

A car pulls up on the street and he pushes me to it. “Home.Mine.”

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