Fraud

Eventually, I choose to do neither and begrudgingly climb into the car to play a game that needs to be played.

I’m going to hell for this.

It’s important for everybody to know that.

The direct route. I’m too horrible to even get a restful layover in purgatory.

The car has barely started pulling forward when Ivy moves to straddle my lap.

I’ll admit it’s shock at first that has me holding out my hands to my sides to keep from touching her. After that, it’s the guilt of taking advantage of someone so mentally deficient that she believes it’s safe to be on my lap in the first place.

“Don’t you think it’s better for you to be on your side of the car safely buckled in?”

Or maybe in a child’s car seat, I don’t add, images of her little feet kicking that causes my dick to retreat fully into my body.

Ivy rolls her eyes and leans down to brush her mouth against my ear, her tits pressing up against my throat with the reminder that she might be dimwitted, but she has the body of a goddess.

My body reacts, and I toss up a silent prayer of thanks that her behavior hasn’t broken me entirely.

“I really need you to help me, Gabriel.”

Her voice is a whisper of sound in my ear, my hands slowly moving to take possession of her hips.

A lot of men love a woman’s tits, her ass, her pussy or mouth. But this is my favorite part. Gripping my hands down on Ivy’s full hips gives me all the control I need of this woman, of her body, of the speed we’ll take when I slide my way inside her.

Just as long as she doesn’t talk. Normally, I like a woman to be vocal, but in Ivy’s case, silence is preferable.

“We should discuss that later,” I whisper back, a groan climbing up my throat when she rolls her hips and her teeth lightly nip my ear.

She doesn’t let the subject go. “I can’t give Ta

That was the plan.

“...and I’ve been so good for the past few years...”

A little creepy, actually, but if she stops talking, I can look past it.

“...and I know it’s stupid of me to trust you after everything that’s happened between us, but those days are over, right?”

Her hips roll again, and my head falls back against the seat, my fingers clamping down on the full, soft flesh of her body.

Also, yes. It’s extremely stupid of her to trust me, which is precisely why I can’t talk about this right now.

I open my eyes to dance with her seductive gaze and almost lose my breath at the sight of a face I’ve both hated and wanted for years.

Forcing myself to remember who she used to be so that my dick doesn’t retreat again into flaccid refusal, I release one of her hips to grip the back of her head and bring those full lips down to mine.

Ivy doesn’t fight against me, but she’s still a fucking tease, her breath colliding with mine as her tongue flicks out to tempt my lips. But before I can kiss her fully, she pulls back just enough to taunt me with everything she knows I want.

“Maybe if you just tell me what information Ta

She needs to shut the hell up before she ruins this. I tug her down again, forcing her mouth to mine, and it’s an explosive kiss, one that has been coming for so many years, our mouths opening wide as our tongues sweep together in a clash of hatred and need.

Have you ever waited your entire life for something and finally got it? Do you know that rush? The drumming beat of your heart, the absolutely insanity that comes with tasting something that you have craved and dreamed of for years?

That’s what this moment is.

It’s victory and fate and conquest.

Despite who Ivy has become.

Despite the fact I can’t let her speak again for fear of destroying the illusion.

This is something I’ve wanted since the night I first destroyed her.

My body comes to life with such ravenous passion that I lose my fucking mind when her hips roll again, our bodies so close to co

Shoving forward because I have absolutely zero patience in this, I surprise Ivy by dropping her down to the seat, my mouth devouring hers as my body moves between her legs.

A squeal of shock escapes her lips, but I swallow that and make sure her mouth is kept busy. One ridiculous word and she’ll fuck this up.

My cock comes to life again, the hard ridge of it pressed against her panties. As my fingers grip into her hair, my other hand pins her hip in place so that I’m the bastard leading this dance.

Is this dangerous? You better fucking believe it. I’m well aware we’re in the back of a car being driven by her psychopath bodyguard, but I can’t think straight with the noises climbing up her throat, can’t give a shit when her hands move from my shoulders to my hair, her mouth pulling away from mine so she can take a breath.

Ru

“Gabriel,” she whispers just as my thoughts are catching up to me. Dragging my gaze up so that our eyes lock, I snap my teeth at her as a threat.

She shakes her head and smiles, her eyes searching my face. “Gabriel,” she says again as I move to kiss her.

Fucking hell. Please don’t say anything stupid.

“What?” I growl.

Soft laughter shakes her shoulders. “I can’t believe you fell for that.”

It takes a second for my blood to travel from my dick up to my brain and with it the understanding of what she just said.

My eyes round just as the door is yanked open behind me and a cloth bag is forced over my head.

Dragged out of the car by my ankle on one hell of a strong tug, I’m dropped to the ground just before a forearm is jammed against my throat and a heavy weight pins my body.

Fuck!

I don’t ask what is going on because I already fucking know.

The bitch.

I can’t be sure, but I have a feeling there’s more than just one person holding me down. I’m a big guy. Quite strong actually, so unless her serial killer for a driver suddenly grew two more sets of hands, there is no way he can pin down all the places of my body that are shoved to the ground.

“You know,” Ivy’s voice is above me, a touch of humor lining her words, “I honestly thought you would see past that.”

She’s fully laughing now, the sound moving closer as I assume she kneels down next to me.

Once again, I try to kick my way free, but it’s useless.

“I’m going to kill you for this,” I mumble against the inside of the bag.

Laughing again, she says, “Oh, Gabe. I know. Which is why I have to make this as enjoyable as possible.”

I can hear her move around me and when a set of fingers lock down on the buckle of my belt, I thrash to break free while also failing miserably at the effort. Knowing my struggle will only amuse her, I relax.

This shit is going to happen, and I have no idea what she plans for me.

“First off,” she says while unbuckling my belt and pants to yank them down my legs, “telling me Ta

I had a sneaking suspicion she might, but blew it off as a non-concern.

She yanks my boxer briefs down next, the cool night air impacting sharply against my cock.

“You know, if you want to get in my pants this badly, you don’t need a team of people to help. I would have let you suck my cock if you just asked nicely.”