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I pull apart the clasp on my bra, watching as my tits bounce against my chest, my nipples hardening in anticipation, and I toss it to the growing pile.

  “You’ve really filled out these last few years, Ivy.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Adam.” I turn around to face him and roll my eyes when I see his cock.

  Nothing amazing about it, less than average, and I’m regretting my decision not to bring my vibrator.

  “That’s not going to do much for me.” I point at his dick in his hand. “I hope you eat like a madman.”

  “Get on the bed,” he grins. “Sometimes it isn’t about the size but how a man works it.”

  He’s naked in a matter of seconds and I give his body a once over as I scoot up the bed. He’s fit for an old guy, his abs are still visible, and he at least shaves his hair. Not too bad.

  I open my legs wide on the stark white bed set, my deep olive skin a contrast to the purity, and stick two fingers in my mouth. Looks like I just might have to get myself started.

  I pull my saliva coated fingers out of my mouth and run them through my folds, hoping to get myself off.

  He crawls up the bed, his face stopping above my pussy, and giving it his rapt attention.

  “I saw Molly today.” I tell him and hope for a reaction.

  His head pops up and his eyes narrow, “what did you say to her?”

  “She asked me to hang out, you know, like old times.” I sink the two fingers into my pussy and moan at the feeling.

  “And?” He rasps, his sight back to my fingers as I try and pleasure myself.

  “What the fuck did you do to your daughter?”

  Again, his head snaps up. “What do you mean?”

  “She looks like a fucking pariah, all that huffing and puffing, and the amount of metal in her mouth must set off the department’s metal detectors yards away.”

  “She’s developing slowly,” his eyes look back up to mine. “Nothing wrong with that.”

  I lay back on the bed after that and watch the ceiling as he licks and sucks at my pussy. No matter how hard I try to keep myself here in the present, I keep going back to when another would have his face between my legs, his fingers moving inside me, and no matter how much I cried and begged him to stop, he would continue.

  I look down instead at Adam’s dark hair and focus on that. No greying temples, no small bald spot in the center, and his shoulders are wider. But Adam unfortunately doesn’t do it for me and I want to slap his head out of the way, then finish my own damn self off.

  Then I see him, Neil Jones. His beautiful skin bathed in sepia, those light brown eyes framed by lush black lashes, his perfect nose dusted with freckles and a single hoop in the right nostril, and his perfect cupid bow lips, surrounded by a light shadow of growth.

  I tip my head back as Adam’s tongue hits my clit and moan as I imagine it being Neil.

  Neil sucks my clit into his mouth, lashing his tongue over the pebbled surface, and I can feel the heat pool in my core. His long fingers slowly push inside me and I clench around him, wanting it deeper, and wanting his cock instead.

  “Turn over.” Adam’s voice breaks through my reverie and I growl in frustration.

  “Stop talking or I’ll never be able to come.” I snap at him and turn onto my hands and knees.

  I hear the condom wrapper rip and close my eyes again, imagining it’s Neil with the wrapper between his perfectly straight white teeth, then the sound of him sliding it down his length, and then the head being pressed to my entrance.

  He pushes inside and I try really hard to imagine it wider, longer, and when the pace picks up, I try to imagine it pummeling my cervix. When none of the trying works, I bring my fingers to my clit and begin to furiously rub it, giving it the friction it needs, and all before this shithead proves to be a few pumps chump.

  I’m almost there, I feel it building, and I hit the precipice, only to have the old fucker groan his release. I want to scream but I continue to rub furiously against my clit and as I crest, -finally-I feel his small, limp dick slip out of me, and he collapses on the bed beside me.

  Fucking waste of time, I should’ve called his bluff, and taken the charges, family be damned. I just really thought I would be getting at least one orgasm out of this shitty ass deal. I jump off the bed and quickly grab up my shirt, pulling my phone out of my breast pocket.

  Adam is still strewn across the bed, his little limp dick resting against his balls, and the condom still hanging off the end, filled with semen. I snap a photo and quickly begin to get dressed.

  “You’re leaving?” He pulls up and leans on his elbows. “I have this room for the night.”

  “The sex was shit, Adam.” I begin to pull on my skirt. “Why the fuck would I stay for more? Besides, I am a minor and seen on all cameras coming into this place. You may want to fucking check yourself.”

  I fluff out my hair while he stares at me slack jawed and popping his lips like a fucking goldfish.

  “You better not say a fucking word,” he finally regains his composure, “because I will take your family down.”

  “Oh fuck off,” I wave my hand over my head as I start for the door. “Do it then, Limp Dick.”

  I rush back through the lobby of the hotel and nod at the valet. He gives me a once over then saunters over to my matte black M5 and slides into the driver’s seat. I keep glancing around me, worried I’ll see Neil again and he’ll make me feel things-remember things-I’ve worked hard to suppress.

  The car pulls up in front of me and I slap a fifty in the guy’s hand.

  “Wow, thanks hotness.”

  I stop in my tracks and look him in the eye. Not bad looking, I mean his face isn’t great but he has a banging body, and right now I need dick like my next fix.

  “Get in.” I nod at the passenger side and his eyebrows shoot up. “You got two seconds before I’m out of here.”

  He scrambles around the car yelling out to his co-worker that he’s taking a break. I slam the door and peel out of the lot before his door is even shut.

  “Whoa, take it easy hotness.” He smiles.

  “Stop calling me that.” I just need him to keep his mouth shut and pull his dick out.

  “Give me a name then.”

  I take a sharp turn into a parking garage and drive to the top.

  “No.” I answer brusquely and park across three spots. “Get a condom.” I point to the glovebox.

  His smile is huge and I notice his front tooth is chipped, it bothers me. I motion for him to hurry up and he quickly has his pants to his thighs, rolling the condom down his length. And what a length it is, thank god.

  I reach over him, pressing the button to move his seat back and then I’m straddling his waist, guiding him to my entrance.

  “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” He breathes.

  I cover his mouth with my hand, “don’t speak.”

  I slowly lower myself onto him and moan at the intrusion. It feels good to fuck something I can feel when I’m wet. I pick up my pace, alternating between thrusts and grinding, chasing the orgasm that’s been teasing me for a good hour. I reach my hand between our bodies and he watches as I rub my clit.

  “Do not cum,” I snarl as I watch his eyes begin to roll back. “I will fucking gut you, cut your dick off, and shove it down your throat.”

  His eyes widen like he realizes I could actually mean what I say-I do-and that maybe he should’ve thought this through more-he should have.

  “Okay.” His whisper is hoarse and suddenly sounding a lot like his, the man with the greying hair.

  I squeeze my eyes shut but when I feel hands under my skirt and fingers digging into my ass, I lose it. I open my eyes to my hand around this guy’s throat and come almost instantly at the potent fear in them.

  As I continue to come, squeezing him, I squeeze his throat, and then watch as he cums, his face turning a deep red. I close my eyes blissfully as that figure in my mind disappears with my release, receding back into the darkest fol
ds of my subconscious, and peace washes over me, even though I know it’ll be short lived.

  I release him and watch as he sucks in some air. I plop back in my seat, drop down the visor, and check my makeup in the mirror. He pulls off his condom, ties it up, and opens the door to chuck it out.

  Before he can close it, I lean over, “no, you can get out now, too.”

  “What?” He looks at me bewildered as he pulls his pants back up.

  “Get. Out.” I shove his shoulder hard.

  “You’re a crazy bitch!” He exclaims as he jumps out of the seat.

  “So I’ve been told.” I nod as he slams my car door.

  I circle around him once, my tires burning on the bends, and laugh when he tosses me the finger. I didn’t miss the slight smile on his face though as I sped out of the garage.

  I drive aimlessly for a while, my emotions running all over the place, and my mind serene despite the chaos. I rely on certain highs to replace my life’s lows and sex is one of those highs. It drives out the shadows that always seem to creep their way back to the front of my mind and I have no one to help me. Nobody knows what happened to me two years ago after my parents shipped me off to a prestigious reform school for the unruly kids of the wealthy elite.

  Why was I shipped off to a reformatory school?

  Because I killed my best friend-Neil’s younger sister-Charlotte Jones and no matter how many times I’m told it was an accident, I know the difference. My parents even know the difference since they tossed me away to some boarding school in New York and left me in the hands of the devil himself.

  The cemetery comes into view and I sigh with relief. It’s like my brain is on autopilot and knows exactly what I need at this moment. I pull in and drive to our family mausoleum. It stands tall and proud, made of white brick, and lined with angel statues. Our family is in there and one in particular that means the world to me, even in death.

  I enter and go straight to her plaque, immediately resting my hand against the cool metal. I try to remember her voice, her scent, but it’s been so long and so many tragic things happened after she left.

  Laurann Jennifer Talia (Craven), beloved grandmother and great grandmother.

  She was the one person that saw what was really inside of me, my struggle with connections, and my need to be alone. She saw my inner turmoil and made sure to show me how much she loved me despite it.

  I was an angry child and I can’t really explain why, but she knew it. She told me I had evil that ran in my veins but unlike my ancestors, I could use it for good. She died before she could show me how and two nights later, that evil poured out of my body, stealing my best friend in its grasp.

  “Hi Jenna.” She hated being called Grandma. “I miss you. I’m back home now and I’m sorry I didn’t come see you right away.”

  I rest my forehead against the plaque, hoping to feel her, and wishing she would show me a sign of hearing me.

  “I’m happy to be home but it doesn’t feel like a home.” I can feel the pressure building behind my eyes. “You took away my home when you left and now I can’t seem to find it.”

  I feel the tears slip down my cheeks and I try to gather my emotions.

  “We all miss you and not one of us has been the same since you left. How do I do what you told me? How do I take a hold of the evil inside of me and make it good?”

  I stay for a while longer, waiting for answers, and when I get none I leave with a heavier heart.

  "Ember!"

  I groan and turn into my pillow.

  It's always the same when my dad walks through the door, he screams out for my mother, and she answers with a laugh. Even after all these years, those two love each other like crazy, and it's fucking disgusting. They were high school sweethearts, even went to Precious Blood as well, and then married young when they found out they were having me.

  I bet that's when the regret began to set in. Having a kid right out of high school really puts a dent in the college party scene, or when you want to hang out with your friends, and even worse when you're trying to have a date night with a screaming kid on your hip.

  On top of all that, I was apparently a tough kid. I didn't listen, I was a bully, and overall I had a bad fucking attitude. My mother likes to remind me that not much has changed and then my dad tries to soften the blow by saying I resemble her in more than just looks.

  I don't care.

  "Ivy!" He yells out from the bottom of the stairs. "Come tell us about your day."

  I can't ignore him for long, he won't allow it, and then it would get Mom started, something I don't want. She may be quiet and stays out of the way, but once she's set off there's no going back.

  I grumble to myself as I roll out of bed and leave my room. This room used to belong to my Uncle Emmett when he lived here and I still have a few posters of his on the wall. Hip hop artists from his time, a couple of skateboards, and then there’s a picture of him with my Uncle Travis and Aunt Adri. I apparently chose this bedroom for all of it and cried when Dad offered to take them down.

  I head down the stairs and hear my little sister’s laughter. I fight hard to keep the smile off my face at the sound but I lose miserably. Dahlia will always be my weakness because she’s still so innocent and pure. She’s a typical seven year old, full of questions, and unaware of dangers. And she loves me more than anyone ever has.

  “Ivy!” She squeals and wiggles herself out of Dad’s lap.

  “How’s my pretty flower?” I bend down and let her crash into me.

  “I’m so happy you get to stay home this time.” She mumbles into my neck, her breath hot.

  “I’m happy to stay with you too, Flower.”

  It was always the hardest to say goodbye to Dahlia after my visits because she would cry until she lost her breath and my blackened heart would break.

  “How was school, Ivy?” Dad asks as I disentangle myself from Dahlia’s arms.

  “Good.” I shrug.

  “As long as she stays away from the teachers it will continue to be good.” Saxon snickers as he comes into the room.

  He’s twelve going on thirty and a fucking snob on a good day. He’s extremely smart-fucking gifted-and looks a lot like Dad with his bright green eyes and build. He’s going to be a lady killer and he fucking knows it.

  “Speaking of,” I grin at him. “How’s your teacher doing?”

  “She’s a girl.” He chuckles like he got one over on me.

  “And?”

  “Alright,” Dad cuts in. “That’s enough.”

  Saxon is looking at me wide eyed and confused. Good. The little shit thinks he knows everything.

  “Who wants pizza for dinner?” Dad asks and I turn, heading for the front door.

  “I’ll grab something out, I made plans.” I call back.

  “With whom?” He asks.

  “Molly.” I answer.

  Might as well make her and her family useful.

  “Make sure you drive carefully.” Her voice makes me halt mid-step. It’s quiet but assertive and I turn my head to look at her.

  I really am a near duplicate of Emberlise Greene. We both have thick mahogany hair, big blue-green eyes, and stand eye to eye. I’m curvier than my mother but besides that, we are basically the same person, and she’s stunning to look at.

  “Okay.” I nod.

  “If you’re taking Shelby to the strip, make sure you wash her down after, and don’t scuff her.” She says just before she disappears back into her office and the door shuts behind her.

  I stand there staring at the door in shock. She knows I go to the strip?

  I shake off the shock and quickly leave the house before she changes her mind to care. I don’t know why that shocks me as much as it does because the woman knows everything.

  She just doesn’t give a shit.

  ME: I’m here.

  Carmelo: I’m pulling up in 5.

  I lean back on the red hood of the Shelby and watch the gathering cars around me. The strip
has become more popular since I left and I grin as I look around the crowd. Guys and girls of all ages gathering together and panting over sexy cars.

  I hear the familiar deep rumble of an Audi R8 and look over my shoulder as it pulls up beside me. The doors open and I watch as Carmelo and Cameron slide out, causing everyone to look at them.

  They are both devastatingly handsome and have so many girls here in Whitsborough chasing them. Where Carmelo is dark and mysterious, Cameron is fair and approachable.

  Tonight they look their parts. Carmelo is dressed in dark wash baggy jeans, a white v-neck, and his leather jacket. His black wavy hair is covered with a black bandana and his dark eyes hold a hint of trouble. He’s tall, towering over most at six and a half feet.

  Cameron has on a pair of black fitted jeans, a white hoodie, and a black bandana tied around his neck. His blonde hair is combed back slick over his head and his bright blue eyes twinkle with mischief. Cameron sucks people in and Carmelo spits them out.

  They make their way over to me and I chuckle when everyone stops to watch our exchange. This is me announcing my return and I have two of the most popular guys ready to take up my flanks.

  Carmelo and I are in the same grade, but Cameron is a year younger. I actually feel bad for him next year when we’ve moved on to college and he has his senior year here without us. You better believe my ass is not sticking around here for college.

  “Prima.” Carmelo leans in and kisses my cheek. “Que tal?” What’s up?

  “Nada.” I shrug.

  “Fuck,” Cam cusses as he leans in to kiss my cheek. Then he holds up his phone to an opened message. “Amelia is coming.”

  Those three words almost have me catapulting off the hood of my car… almost. I hold myself still and concentrate on my breathing. Amelia Jones is my dad’s good friend Rodney Jones’ daughter and yes, you guessed it, Neil Jones’ younger half sister.

  My mother apparently helped get Rodney Jones out of the street gang life and my dad offered him a job to work for him. At the time Rodney who already had a son-Neil-and another baby on the way-Charlotte-decided to take him up on the offer to provide a better life for his kids. He moved to Whitsborough and things didn’t work out with Neil and Charlotte’s mother, but they came to see him and us every other weekend. That’s how we became so close.