Page 14 of Ivy’s Poison

After she opened mine, I explained, “I’ll show you ‘little’ as you help me piss.” I stepped out of the car and towered over her. “Ain’t that right, bitch?”

Chest to stomach, she didn’t cower. “Stop calling me that.”

“Do you like cunt better?”

Whack! She slapped me across the face. I took a step forward, nudging her backward, until I heard a tiny voice. “Mama.” My eyes closed and I took a step back.

“Exactly.” Ivy grabbed my arm and led me into the empty bathroom while sneering, “Nope. You don’t give one shit, not at all.”

Standing in front of the urinal, I had to wait until Ivy unbuttoned my jeans. Beside me, she unzipped then reached in and pulled my penis free. I didn’t want her touching me. I fucking hated her, but my dick wasn’t on board with my anger. As she held him steady so I could piss, he slightly hardened.

Piss was hitting porcelain as Ivy chuckled. “You may hate me, but it sure the fuck don’t.”

Finished with peeing, I explained, “I have higher standards than him—”

My head fell back as that vice grip of hers came back for a visit. “What were you saying, Champ?”

The restraints on my wrists tightened as I ground out, “That you’re a bitch.”

Ivy moved behind me. “I see.” Not letting go of my dick, her other hand slid around my hips and into my jeans. “Let’s see what a bitch I can be.” One hand began to seductively stroke while the other found a proper hold of my balls and then started the painful art of squeezing at just the perfect time. The tantalizing mix of her soft skin and harsh squeeze had me baffled.

Even if my hands weren’t tied behind my back, I wouldn’t have fought her. It felt too damn good. My chest started to pant as my arousal took over my anger and turned my hatred into need. My fingers pulled at her clothing so I could find the juncture between her legs, desperate for more of her. “I hate you.”

As I rubbed her core, her sighing open mouth caressed my back. “I know.”

We both swayed as her hands joined us in more than a physical sense. It was twisted but showed the depths of our raw attraction for one another. The chemical reaction between us was unfathomable and sometimes shattering. I say shattering because it had the ability to overpower whatever emotions we were experiencing at the moment. The fire that burned between our bodies was our one true ruler. So, as we found ourselves overcome, our hands became aggressive as we both fought for our lost breaths.

“Ivy,” I struggled for air to take purchase in my lungs, “why are you doing this?”

Her body was flush to mine, even pushing against me for friction. I could feel her exasperated chest against my back. “Coming tames your inner grizzly bear.”

Fingers tightened on my cock and balls, causing an orgasm to build. Right before it exploded through me, I whispered, “I will kill you.”

Her pelvis gyrated against my hands as her lips kissed my back. “You already have.”

Sperm pulsed into the urinal as I wondered what she meant.

I was soon to learn.

* * *

Ivy had been correct. The bathroom orgasm had me calm for the rest of the trip, but the closer we got to the Irish biker compound, the more my adrenaline pumped. As I was trained to do, I used that chemical boost to enhance my awareness while studying my surroundings. It was imperative that I find my way out. Once I had my child in my grasp, after—and if—I survived the sure to be brutal beating to come, I would escape. I killed seven of their own. This greeting was going to be brutal, and I had to take it for the sake of the child in the front seat.

Down a winding dirt road, we lightly bounced along. The driver spoke into a handheld radio. “It’s us.”

There was a beep then, “Copy that,” came back.

This let me know that they had sensors on the property they most likely owned. We passed acre after acre of trees and fields before we reached a newer concrete building that could easily withstand gunfire if ever there were to be an attack. Top of the line automatic shutters were on standby for the few windows this building had, in case added protection was needed. Cameras and even low standing concrete walls were near all doors for extra coverage in case one was locked out of the building. It was clear this gang had a lot of cash for such a setup. I knew their money didn’t compare to Arthur’s, but I now understood why he kept a close eye on them. They must’ve been expanding and gaining power.

Seeing the vast amount of men waiting for us explained why the president didn’t seem heartbroken, only concerned for his own safety, over the men I’d killed. He had plenty to replace them. His lack of loyalty had me shuddering internally while mentally preparing for a beat down. Pulling into the yard, men started banging fists on whatever part of the car they could reach.

The driver shook his head. “I’d hate to be you, buddy.”

The car was still creeping along when Ivy pulled the now crying child from the car seat. I tried to catch another glimpse of her face, but Ivy was trying to comfort her, clutching her to her chest, sounding upset herself. “Jesus, they’re all hammered.”

A bunch of bikers consuming heaps of alcohol. There’s a shocker.

The car slowly eased toward its parking spot while Ivy continued to cradle the hysterical toddler. These assholes were scaring her, and I wanted to kill them all for it. I suppose I growled because Ivy peered over her shoulder and looked at me with regretful eyes. Fists formed in the restraints behind my back because I was mad. She dared pity me when the bitch was the one who handed me over to the club in the first place.