Alexander’s POVThe silence in the car is deafening, but inside me? It's a warzone.I grip the steering wheel like it’s the only thing stopping me from ripping the motherfucker’s throat out with my bare hands. My knuckles are white. My jaw’s locked so tight, it’s a miracle my teeth aren’t shattering.I glance at her in the passenger seat. Ivy’s curled into herself, arms wrapped around her body like she’s trying to disappear. Her eyes are red. Hollow. That goddamn fire in her… it’s dimmed.And I see red. I want to kill him. Slowly. Make him feel everything she felt—helpless, terrified, fucking humiliated. I want to hear him scream. Beg. Bleed.“You okay?” I ask, though I already know the answer.She doesn’t speak at first. Just gives a tiny nod that’s more for my benefit than anything real. My little liar. She’s not okay. She’s barely holding it together, and I fucking hate that I let this happen under my watch.I reach over, grab her hand, and squeeze hard enough to remind her I’m her
Ivy’s POVIt starts with a text.One fucking text that shatters everything.Unknown Number:Miss me, Ivy? Got something you might wanna see. Meet me, or I make you famous.There’s a picture attached.I almost don’t look. Almost.But curiosity is a vicious little bitch, and my finger moves before I can stop it.One tap, and the world stops spinning.It’s a still frame. Blurry. Dimly lit. But my eyes focus instantly, like my brain already knows what it’s seeing and just didn’t want to believe it.Me. Naked. On my knees.My breath seizes. My lungs forget how to work.I drop the phone like it just screamed at me, like it’s hot metal burning through my skin.“No…” I gasp, my voice a whisper so raw it barely sounds human. “No, no, no—”That tape was supposed to be gone. I begged him. I fucking begged him to delete it.He said he did. I made him swear.And I was stupid enough to believe him.My knees buckle, but I catch myself on the kitchen counter, fingers curling so tight around the edge
Ivy’s POVHe shoves my skirt up past my waist, rough fingers yanking my panties aside without a second thought. His touch is ruthless, fingers sliding between my thighs, slick with my need, already dripping for him.“Fuck,” he mutters against my ear, breath hot and ragged. “You fight me like you don’t get off on it.”I swallow hard, trembling as two fingers slide deep inside me, curling and dragging out a shuddered moan.“Maybe I get off,” I whisper, voice shaky and breathless, “on you losing control.”A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Good. Because I’m about to fucking wreck you, baby girl.”His fingers move with brutal precision, fucking me with a relentless rhythm that makes my knees weaken and my nails dig into his shoulders. The heel of his hand presses hard against my clit, grinding in maddening circles as I tremble, my body breaking down under his assault.I’m a moaning, shaking mess—begging and cursing at the same time.Then, just when I think I can’t take any more, he p
Ivy's POVI slam the front door so hard it echoes through the whole damn mansion. The walls shudder like they’ve just taken a hit from a wrecking ball, and I don’t give a flying fuck. My heels clack against the cold marble floor, each step a furious drumbeat that matches the storm raging inside me.His heavy boots thunder behind me, but I’m moving too fast, too furious to care about his presence right now.“Ivy.”His voice cuts through the silence, low and warning, like a growl from some wild animal ready to pounce.I don’t slow. I don’t even blink. I yank the hair tie from my ponytail, flinging it behind me like a grenade that could blow this whole goddamn place to hell.“Ivy, stop.”His grip is sudden, fierce—his fingers clamp around my arm like iron bands, spinning me around before I can even react.His eyes burn dark, molten, dangerous. God, he looks like a sin made flesh, all black shirt and rolled-up sleeves, muscles flexing just right. Should make me weak in the knees, right? W
Ivy’s POVHe takes a slow step closer, and I feel it immediately, the shift in the air, the way his presence sucks all the oxygen from the room. My breath catches, but I don’t move. I hold his stare, refusing to back down.“Don’t push me,” he growls, his voice so low it’s practically a vibration against my skin. His eyes are locked on mine, hard, burning, unreadable. Dangerous.He closes the gap between us until I’m caged in, his big hands gripping the back of my chair, his body towering over mine. My legs are pressed together, tight. My heart’s pounding, but it’s not from fear. It’s never fear with him. It’s that insane, maddening thrill.And I can’t lie to myself, I love this part. The part where he gets territorial and starts acting like the possessive bastard I know he is. It gets me wet faster than anything else.“I’m not doing anything wrong,” I murmur, but there’s a spark in my voice I know he catches. A flick of mischief. Defiance.He narrows his eyes. “You think I don’t see w
Ivy's POV I don’t even hesitate.My fingers move across the screen like they’ve got a mind of their own, and before I can second-guess it, the message is gone, delivered.“Hey, it’s been a while. How have you been?”Simple. Innocent. Totally casual on the surface.But I know exactly what the hell I’m doing.My lips curl into a wicked little smirk as I toss my phone onto the bed, the buzz of adrenaline already starting to simmer low in my belly. It’s stupid, reckless, borderline insane. But the thought of Alexander’s reaction? The slow burn in his eyes when he realizes I reached out to someone else, another man? Yeah. That’s the drug I’m after.God, I need him to snap. I need to feel that raw, violent possessiveness he tries so hard to leash around me. I want to poke the beast until he fucking roars.And Luke? He’s just a tool. A match I’m striking to light this fire.The ping of a new message comes almost too fast, Luke always was a little eager.Luke: “Wow, didn’t expect to hear fro