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He dips the vibrator into my mouth all the way until his fingers join in too, forcing me to taste my own wetness, my own unraveling. And the satisfaction on his face makes me want to bite down.
“Bite, and I’ll return the favor,” he warns as if he can read my mind.
He swiftly pulls out, chucks the vibrator aside, and marches toward Max, who just stands in the middle of the room, staring at me like I’m something to admire despite the predicament I’m in. “But little miss thief isn’t the only one who needed to come clean.”
“What do you mean?” Max asks, but Heath grabs his shirt and drags him to me.
Silas snorts. “What the fuck are you doing, Heath?”
“Dealing with this here and now,” Heath growls. “You found her snooping on us, then let her go. Now let the world hear why.”
“Heath, you know why I did it—”
Heath rips his own belt from his pants and wraps it around Max’s arms, tying them behind his back so his wrists can’t move. Then he forces him down. “On your knees.”
Max is fumbling as he gazes up at me. “I … ”
Heath leans in to whisper, “Say it. Out loud. Tell her.”
He swallows, gazing up at me from the floor like he’s being torn to shreds. “I’m in love with you.”
CHAPTER 28
Heath
There it is.
The fucking nail in the coffin.
Ivy’s jaw drops. “You’re in love … with me?”
“What?” Silas struts around the room, still naked. “How? When?”
“I don’t know, it just happened,” Max mutters.
“No, it didn’t just fucking happen,” I growl. “He fucked her.”
Silas’s eyes turn nearly red with rage. “He what?!”
He steps forward, but I block his way. “Let me handle this.” I pull Max’s head back by his hair. “Look at her. Look at the girl you wanted to give your fucking heart to.”
“Heath, don’t do this,” Ivy says.
“You think he’s sweet?” I ask her. “He was in it from the beginning!”
Her eyes widen, and he looks away in defeat. “Tell me it isn’t true, Max,” she whispers.
“It is. I told him to seduce you, and he did. He played the game perfectly.”
She shakes her head.
“He’smyfucking puppet … and somehow you fucking wound him around your little pussy.”
I use my free hand to swipe along her slit right in front of his face, rubbing that sweet little clit until she’s all wet and struggling to stand in those restraints. The sound of her moans makes my shaft twitch, and I grab him by the hair and force him closer.
“Look at her, Max. That’s what you wanted to do, right?” I grit. “You loved to watch, so fucking watch.”
His breathing is a ragged mess, so I dip my fingers into her and watch her writhe. “Doesn’t she look pretty, all tied up, waiting to be used? Doesn’t it just make you want to lick that wetness right off her thighs?”