Temptation Ivy Smoak Novels & Stories

The nineteen-year-old just began last two weeks. Time and again, whistlings rang out among the men chugging down their beer, and the rest of the time was an S or B or W word being thrown around. "Fucking whore!" A man right at the front row spat. Ivy gave him the middle finger, smoky eyes giving away her hate for all of her audience. She felt proud. Tamara dug into her bag on the bar counter in front of her and pulled out a mirror and lipstick; guided by her reflection, she began to reapply the punk hue to her lips.

He smiles sheepishly and drips them on the table for everyone to check and see what they would like in the bags. "You have some whitish powder here. Let me get it for you." Ivy mutters and dusts the white powder that had been on the table in the club, away from his shirt while he smiles, knowing that if they can't touch them now, they can always touch them later, when they finally reach rock bottom.

I groaned, sliding back and forth, wetting him with my juices. He clutched my hips in his hands and worked me over him faster. The friction between us was making my whole body tremble, and suddenly, I couldn't wait to get him inside me. I rose up on my knees until I was poised over him and took his shaft in hand. Then I slid down, taking all of his massive length at once. The breath left my lungs in a whoosh, and my vision went hazy. "God, you fill me all the way up. It's so good, Smith," I whispered, rocking slowly at first, and then more quickly as my body adjusted to his size.

Skylar relaxed into him and focussed back on the conversation as waiters arrived with their meal. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx At Skylar's request for another drink James took the opportunity to excuse himself to head to the bar, hoping that while mouths were full questions directed at Skylar would minimal. Adam quickly followed. "I'll get a couple drinks for us too hon," he said to Julia, kissing the top of her blonde hair before he hurried to catch up to James. "So, she seems nice," he said elbowing James once out of earshot. James rolled his eyes at his brother, "She is nice, now get to the point. You didn't chase after me and wait until they could

Sujoy's POV I kept ignoring the call, but she was persistent, so finally, I picked up the call. She invited me to her place to spend another hot night there, but I turned her down, and she kept insisting. So I thought of obliging her, and as it was, I wanted to distract myself. But just the thought of the girl who smelled like vanilla and chocolate made me change my mind. How I wished I were talking to her and not this girl. The girl sounded disappointed, but I told her that I was not interested.

She felt her hands over the grass and pulled herself up, eliciting a sharp pain in her knee. “Misty,” She whispered. Silence. The sound that followed hit her immediately like a rush of waves. The sound of a fire cackling. When she looked up in the sky, thick billows of smoke covered the sky, turning the sunny sky into a moody white atmosphere. “Fuck,” She tried moving. “Look clearly,” Misty's voice from inside her chest. Ivy's head snapped ahead and she saw it. A building. Standing isolated in the smoke - created night. Swallowed by hot, rolling, orange tongues of fire.

Ivy stood on the terrace and watched them scatter into the vines. She waited exactly seven minutes. Then she went upstairs. The burner phone was hidden where Julian would never think to look—taped inside the false bottom of her lingerie drawer, beneath silk and lace he’d bought to admire but never learned to remove gently. She checked the screen once before typing. North vineyard. Hood of the Aston. Now. No punctuation. No emotion. She didn’t need either. Ivy slipped out through the side entrance, heels abandoned halfway down the drive. The gravel was cold beneath her bare feet, sharp enough to keep her present as she crossed into the dark.

She didn’t want frat boys or surface-level flirting. She wanted someone who’d choke her while calling her a dirty girl and make her come so hard she forgot her own name. She wanted Jaxon. “Slumming it tonight?” The voice came from the shadows. Her stomach dropped. He stepped out from the dark like a sin she'd summoned. Black t-shirt. Black jeans. A cigarette hanging from his lips like the start of a threat. “Jaxon…” “You let Carter fucking Jennings touch you?” She blinked. “How do you even—”

The smoke was drugged. That's right! They were in masks! All this was a distraction to stall time for the drugs to work. It could only mean these men weren't here to fight but to capture...her? But Pea got in their way... It was too late when she figured that because she had already inhaled the smoke and even Pea who was fighting paused as the drugs got into her system. Feeling the strength leaving her at a frightening speed, Ivy quickly took off the black scarf covering her head, stumbling as she became weak in the knees. Just when the scarf fell from her hand, her vision blurred and she collapsed. No!

“Say you want me. Say you think about me at night. Say you’ve imagined what it’d feel like to have me under you, crying your name while you ruin me.” “Jesus fucking Christ,” I mutter. She is toe to toe with me now. Her perfume is sinful—warm vanilla, sharp citrus, and that sweet something that always drives me insane. My hands twitch at my sides, desperate to touch, to grab, to punish. “You want to punish me, don’t you?” she breathes. “Make me pay for making you hard every goddamn day. For walking around this house like temptation in heels.” “Goddammit, Ivy.”