Ivy's Venom (Whitsborough Progenies) by C.A. Rene (short novels to read .TXT) 📗

open the next one on the left and find what is very clearly a spare bedroom, unless Saxon is incredibly dull, and I would assume not.

I go forward to the next one on the left and open it up. Jackpot, this is definitely Ivy’s room. You wouldn’t be able to tell by the posters on the wall, or the skateboards lined up, and definitely not by the large dark bed. It’s her scent, that one that’s uniquely hers, and I feel myself harden.

What will it take to stop having this reaction to her? I tried the girlfriend thing and sadly it takes too much effort, I tried reminding myself that she killed my sister, and I even fantasized killing her much the same way. Nothing works.

Do I need to fuck her? Is that it?

I sit on her bed and the movement sends a plume of her scent to settle all around me. Now I am rock fucking solid in my jeans and unable to go back downstairs. I need to fuck this girl. I imagine her lying on this bed, completely naked, and her pussy glistening, primed for my cock.

A buzzing noise pulls me out of my head and I glance at her phone on the nightstand. Another buzz comes through and I pick it up. The screen is locked but I do see message notifications. A Dean is sending her images and videos. I wonder if this is one of her boyfriends. I slide the screen but it requires a passcode.

I try her birthday, but nada. I try one, two, three, four, again nothing. Then, I don’t even know why, I put in Charlotte’s birthday and the screen unlocks. Why would she have Charlotte’s birthday as her code?

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ivy’s voice is a hoarse whisper as she snatches her phone out of my hands.

Her voice shocks me because I didn’t even hear her come in. “Sorry,” I grin at her. “Dean was interrupting my rest.”

Her face loses its olive tone and she quickly glances down at her phone, “did you read them?” She sounds scared. Probably a lot of dick pics.

“It took me a few tries to guess the lock screen passcode, so no.” Then I slip my finger into the belt loop in her pants and pull her closer, right between my legs. “Why is Charlotte’s birthday your passcode?”

“So I’ll never forget what I did.” She answers quietly.

My stomach flips at her words and I slip my thumb up under her shirt to rub against the soft skin of her belly. Sounds like she’s remorseful and if I’m being honest with myself, Ivy has never tried to deny what happened, or lessen it at all.

“I’m having trouble.” I mutter.

“With what?” Her voice sounds husky and she steps in closer to me.

“Figuring out why I can’t get you out of my head.”

“Oh.” The sound is small and insecure.

“How do I get you out of my head, Ivy? Because I’m supposed to hate you, but right now, it feels like something else.”

“Don’t worry, Neil.” She shakes herself out of whatever hold I had over her. “I hate myself enough for the both of us.”

She turns to walk away and both of my hands fly to her waist to drag her down on top of me, both of us falling on the bed. Her eyes are wide with surprise and so fucking gorgeous. My hands glide from her waist and over her ass, dragging her against my cock.

“This isn’t how.” She whispers.

“What?” I grip her ass cheeks harder and groan at their fullness.

“This isn’t going to get me out of your head, if anything it will keep me firmly there, and then you’ll hate me even more.”

“Trust me, I can’t hate you any more than I already do.” I lean up and run my nose along her throat.

She moves to straddle me, sitting perfectly on top of my swollen cock, and grinds into it. Both of us make similar noises and my hands make their way up under her shirt, grazing her stomach. She lifts her shirt over her head and drops it to the bed, her black lacy bra looking delectable against her skin. I cup their fullness in my hands and she moans, grinding down into me more.

My balls clench and I'm shocked at how badly I want to cum, need to cum. I feel like a teenager again, on the brink of cumming in my pants. Ivy falls forward, her hair casting a curtain around our heads and her breath fanning my face. I have one hand working the button on her jeans and the other curling into the nape of her neck, pulling her mouth to mine.

"There's no going back, Greene." I whisper to her, "once I kiss you, there's no stopping."

"Okay." She whispers.

That's all I need to hear and I'm dragging her mouth to mine. The instant they touch it's like something primal comes over me and I'm biting down into her lip, hard. She's unbothered, grinding into my cock, and whimpering.

"Ahem."

We both freeze and I stare up at her wide eyed, "did you not shut your door?"

"Did I think you'd want to jump my fucking bones?" She whispers back.

"I can hear you both." Amelia says.

Fuck, she's going to feel betrayed by this, I just know it. I've been spewing hate about Ivy and here I am practically fucking her.

Ivy sits up, her pussy pressing into my cock, and I have to bite my hand to keep quiet.

"Hey Amelia." She says while looking over her shoulder.

Amelia comes into the room and shuts the door, her back hitting it, her arms crossed.

"How long?" She's looking at me.

"Just now." I grab Ivy's waist and lift her off me, "I don't know what the fuck happened."

I really fucking don't.

She looks at Ivy and raises her brow.

“What?" Ivy asks her, sounding defensive.

"You just made out with me a few nights ago and now you're on my brother." Amelia hisses at her.

"Look Amelia." Ivy sounds on the