Page 1 of Ivy’s Poison

Prologue

Knock, knock, knock…

The hotel employee had received complaints about the noise coming from the room I was in. It wasn’t shocking, seeing how I had a psychotic bitch fucking me like I was the last sexual encounter she would ever have. I thought it would be. I had every intention of slitting her throat after I came inside her, but the devil thought it would be more fun to screw with me.

Fucking devil.

I ran. He chased.

Knock, knock, knock… “Is everything all right in there?”

Growl… “Fuck. Off!” I was holding on to hips that moved with expertise, gliding on top of me and teasing my dick to the point I was starving for an orgasm.

Peering down at me with the most alluring grey eyes I had ever seen, she laughed. “Stop growling, you Neanderthal.” Sweat dripped between her naked breasts. I usually preferred them bigger, but her nipples were so tight my tongue constantly wanted to flick them.

“I don’t growl.” I couldn’t catch my breath. All I wanted was to come, but the terror seducing my body wouldn’t let me. Every time I was close, she would stop moving or…

My eyes rolled back in my head as my release built. That was until a small hand had a vice grip on my balls. I roared, “What the f—” as she tightened her grip, making me see stars, all the while gyrating her hips on top of me as if possessed. It was the craziest bullshit, but damn did it feel good. The pain fed my dark soul as if I had been craving sadistically erotic sex all along. Assassins don’t give up control, ever, but she had it over me. Her crazy matched mine, and I was eating up every drop of what she was sellin’.

When her hand released my aching balls, my whole body eased into the mattress, euphorically. I lay there, at her mercy, as her core tightened around my shaft and she rose to her knees, practically lifting me with her—

Knock, knock, knock…

I told myself, That’s it. I’m killing the motherfu—

Whack! The crazy bitch slapped me. Right across the face. “Stop growling.”

Red. My temper and natural assassin response rose to red in one second. Fuck slitting her throat. I was going to strangle her. My hands opened to grab hold of her neck and throttle her, but my arms wouldn’t lift off the bed. All I could do was watch her fantastic ass walk to the door. Down her back was long hair that had waves. The color was one I would never forget—red with hues of purple and pink when the light hit it in a certain way.

Naked and breathless, she swung the door open and asked the shocked employee, “Are you a virgin?”

Being on the second floor, I could see the streetlamps lighting the night behind the dweeb that only responded by blinking twice and asking, “Ma’am?”

She stuck out a hip. “Only a damn virgin wouldn’t recognize the sounds of hot sex.” She stepped aside to give him a peek of me on the bed. “See? We’re just fuckin’.”

Since my arms were concerningly numb, my raging hard-on waved for me while I lifted my chin as a formal introduction. “How ya doing?”

The employee backed away from the door, his feet tripping him up. “Uh, please, er, try to keep the, uh, noise down to a minimum.”

The redheaded bitch, in much need of medication to level out her crazy, replied, “No problem. I’m about to get off, then I’m leaving this nasty-ass joint.”

Dumbfounded, the employee walked away.

After shutting the door—with a bang surely to piss off the employee with more complaints—she strutted back to me, an evil smirk set in place.

I said, “Bitch. Why can’t I move my arms?”

She straddled me, sliding me back inside her. “Because I drugged you, Champ.”

“I will kill you.”

She laughed. “Nah.” She rose up on her knees then slammed down on top of my pulsing dick. “Nor can I have you chasing down the best fuck of your life.” She leaned down to kiss me.

Be damned, I couldn’t help but open my mouth to taste her one more time. I knew, after I passed out, she was going to slip into the night and disappear. Even though I was already feeling regret for not killing her as planned, I was also experiencing remorse knowing I’d never see her again.

Her hips began to rock a little more aggressively while she said, “You have no idea who I am or the things I would do to you if I could keep you.” Her tongue swiped my face. “If you weren’t minutes from the drug taking you down for nighty-night time, I’d wrap my mouth around your—” She groaned as I pulsed inside her, getting ready to explode because I wanted to be her slave. “But I want to feel you drench me from the inside out.”

“If you hadn’t drugged me, I could’ve given you a repeat performance tonight.”