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I grip her ass and plunge into her bottoms deep, filling her ass to the brim with cum while roaring out loud.
“Oh fuck!” she moans, falling apart all over Max’s tongue.
“Yes, please, give me your orgasm. You taste so fucking good,” Max mewls like the sicko beggar he is.
He’s actually jerking himself off underneath her and comes in tandem, soiling my floor.
“Did you just fucking come again?” Heath grips his hair and shoves him further into her when I pull out. “Clean your fucking dinner plate first.”
“Yes, Sir,” Max moans, going to town.
I laugh and fish out my phone to take a pic of her while she hangs in the balance, completely wasted from all the orgasms and the hard fucking on her toes.
“You took a picture?” she mutters, all hazy.
“Yes, little thief, I did,” I reply, and I grip her hair and make her look at the phone. “Look at yourself hanging there like a dirty little doll for me to use and play with. Just like you begged me to.”
“Why?” she asks.
I lick my lips at the sight of her rage. “Next time I get the urge to kill someone, I might look at this and decide to claim you instead.”
CHAPTER 30
Ivy
I can’t believehe actually took a picture for posterity after I already gave him my fucking body. But what’s even worse is the fact that I’m still high from whatever the fuck that mind-blowing sex just was.
As Heath unties my wrists from the hook, Silas fishes a wad of cash from his pocket and drops it on the floor between my feet.
“What’s that for?” I ask, while Max unstraps my ankles from the bar.
“You needed a job, right?” He tilts his head. “This is your job now.”
What?!
That’s it.
I shove Heath away, push Max in the chest to make him fall backward, and I steal Silas’s knife that’s right beside him, turning around to aim it at Silas’s chest.
“Whoa, getting spicy now?”
I cut but miss as he steps back, but I keep slicing until I’ve cornered him against the wall, the knife at his throat.
“Get back!” Heath growls at me. “Don’t make me—”
“Don’t, Heath,” Silas says with a smug smile. “I wanna know where this vicious thought of hers leads.”
“I’mnota whore,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Yet you eagerly gave your body tome,” he responds. “You’re not just anyone’s whore … You’re mine.”
My nostrils flare. “I don’twantto be yours.”
“Too late,” he says, inching closer to the blade, almost like he’s enjoying it. “And I think you know that. You can’t kill me,” he says as the blade etches his skin.
“No?” I reply, blood rolling down his skin. “You deserve it.”
He smirks. “I do …” He leans in even farther, his tongue dipping out to actually lick my top lip while the blood rolls down. “But you’re not a killer.”