Chapter 155: A lesson for little Ivy

Malachi

A woman had wandered over, smiling up at me with lewd looks in her eyes. She was the typical club fanatic.

Dark hair, short dress, a glass of cheap alcohol in her hand.

My eyes skimmed down her skimpy outfit and her thighs, but they paled in comparison to Ivy’s thighs.

Fuck, I could spend forever between those legs.

"You’re a Knight, aren’t you?" She slid up next to me, purring like a cat in heat. My first meeting with Ivy flashed in my head.

That’s the thing with all you sons of Adam...

"What’s funny, pretty boy?" My smirk died on my face. I hadn’t even realized I was smirking until the thirsty woman before me spoke up. Her hand reached out and brushed down my chest slowly as if she were checking a shelf.

I cocked a brow at her. The fucking audacity.

"Come on," she whispered, reaching for my belt buckle. "I can make you feel much better."

I took the cigarette out of my mouth and crushed it against the wall I had been leaning on before cupping her jaw. Her eyes gleamed excitedly.

"If you don’t take your hand off me in the next three seconds, your fingers will be next."

She gasped and wrenched away from me as if I had just tried to steal her tits. "Why? There’s no need to be so aggressive..."

"Doesn’t matter, honey. Go find someone else to leech off."

She shot me a dirty look, as though I had just insulted her mother, and stalked off. Good fucking grief, she had ruined my smoke. I had been smoking to distract myself from the painful throbbing tent in my pants, but I couldn’t ignore it anymore.

I walked toward the stairwell with my phone still in my hand and heat brewing under my sleeveless top.

The stairwell was empty. The door swung shut behind me and cut the music booming from the club down to a dull thud. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, and an image of Ivy’s pert ass in the air when she was stuck in that washing machine filled my head.

"Shit, think about puppies, Kai. Anything but that."

You’re mine, little Ivy, whenever and wherever the fuck I want.

"Yeah, look at how that worked out," I spat, furious with myself and my cock for thickening at the memory. What the fuck? I shouldn’t want that liar!

I descended the steps and headed straight into the bathroom. It was empty. A single bulb flickered over the sinks, the tiles were sticky under my boots, and the whole place smelled like bleach and spilled beer.

I stormed into the last stall, slammed the door shut, got my phone out and yanked my zip down, freeing my cock, which was straining like hell against my pants.

"Fucking hell, Ivy," I groaned, wrapping my hand around my hot, throbbing shaft.

My knees nearly crashed to the ground. I braced my forearm on the wall and got my hand around myself, stroking and pumping the shaft in my fist like a madman. I had resisted a whole damn month, fighting the urge to do exactly this, and look where that had led me.

I could hear her little keening moans in my head, her back arching as I rammed into her cunt. More, dammit.

My memories of her were not enough. I fumbled for my phone and tapped rapidly to bring up the camera files still saved from the spy cam I had put in that teddy bear, desperately searching for the one time I had made her touch herself for me.

Her tits heaved and fell as she played with her pussy, and it drove me nuts.

"Damn you," I gritted my teeth, pumping my cock harder and watching her pretty pink cunt spasm and clench on the screen. "Damn you, Ivy!"

Hot, wild anger built up in my chest along with the longing. I stroked my cock harder and faster, my eyes snapping shut as I threw my head back and ground my teeth together in fury.

You lied to me, Ivy. How could you? How could you, dammit? I could have given you every fucking thing.

My hand sped up. My breath went rough and ragged in the empty stall. Her face filled my head, my mind, her laughter playing over and over like a broken record.

I still wanted her. She had almost ruined me and my brothers, yet I still pined for her every single day! I threw my fist into the wall, my dick twitching. I was close.

I wanted to put her over the kitchen counter and hear the noise she made when I pushed into her cunt. I wanted to hold her jaw and make her look at me with those sexy amber eyes, listening to the way she moaned my name, gasping and trembling under me and me alone.

I groaned a curse as I came hard, my hips bucking into my own fist. It went on and on, one long hot pull after another, and for about six seconds the world was just her and nothing else in it.

And then I opened my eyes and I was back in the dingy bathroom stall in some club, my hand a mess and my breathing harsh and loud as I tried to catch my breath. The video of Ivy was looping over and over, her flushed face gleaming off the phone screen at me.

And to top it all, I was still hard!

My anger flared even hotter, and shame coursed through my veins. Did I just touch myself to a liar? Dammit, Kai, where was my fucking self control?!

I threw the phone at the wall, colorful profanities spewing from my lips. The phone cracked and fell to the floor. With a curse, I snatched it up and stormed out of the bathroom.

The sooner we got this revenge done with, the sooner we could get the fuck out of Wisteria, and I wouldn’t be plagued by this ridiculous, maddening desire for the one woman I shouldn’t bloody want.

Out of sight, out of mind.

But first, I thought, stepping out of the club to where I had parked my bike, I should teach little Ivy a lesson for messing with us in the first place, right?