Ivy Wren Hot Novels & Stories

Everything I'd kept locked away for eight months was pouring out at once, and she was right there to catch it, watching me with those dark eyes like I was the only thing in the world worth looking at. "Keep going," Wren said against my ear. She'd leaned right over me now, her hair brushing my shoulder, her mouth warm at my temple. "Don't stop on my account. I want to watch you fall apart first. Then it's my turn, and I'm going to take my time with you. I've waited long enough." I pressed the toy harder and turned the setting up, and the pleasure climbed in a hot spiral. Wren watched every twitch of my face, her thumb working my nipple, her thigh now pressed warm and firm against mine.

I clock every pair of eyes that follows her, the way she leans in just enough to suggest conspiracy without ever owning it. Wren is supposed to be cowed by now. She isn’t. Instead, she scans the room with a predator’s efficiency, counting the votes, judging who might take her side if the wind shifted, daring anyone to say her name like it’s an epithet. She lifts her chin, blood streaked down her forearm, and meets Soren’s glare head on.

she asked cautiously. “I don’t know.” Wren’s voice cracked as she zipped her bag halfway. “But either way, he’s gonna have my head on a plate. I’ve tried everything, Raya. He’s not going to listen to any more excuses.” She shoved a pair of sneakers into the bag with trembling hands. “I can’t just sit here waiting for them to come. Running might be the only shot I have.” Raya sighed, moving to sit on the edge of the bed. “Wren, this isn’t just some random guy we’re talking about. This is Riven. You can’t run from him. He’s got eyes and ears everywhere in SunCity. You know that.”