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I'd doubt she'd like that much. I don't think she realized that this was out of my control now, all I could do was wait and see how things played out. I was going to try my hardest to keep her alive, I'd work my father and do everything I could.

I just didn't have any guarantees.

Tony fucked this for us and for her.

Walking towards the stairs, I stopped short. I couldn't answer her questions, I couldn't let her go, but there was one thing I could do for her. Slipping into the second bedroom, I sifted through the closet hoping to find something that might bring her a little comfort.

Spotting it tucked away in the corner, I nabbed it quickly and headed back to her room. Instinctively I knocked, and as my knuckles grazed the wood I felt stupid for even doing it.

Opening the door, Ivy stared at me with empty eyes. “So, you knock now? How polite.” Rolling her eyes, she let her head drift to the window.

“Some things are a habit. There is a half-naked woman in here, I'm not a complete fucking prick.” Holding out a blue sundress, I fiddled with the straps. “I got you this to put on.”

“What am I now, your fucking baby doll? Wanna do my hair too, maybe pose me in a position you'd like to fuck me in?”

“Watch your fucking mouth, that attitude of yours isn't going to fly much longer.” Walking to the bedside, I laid the dress by her feet.

Lifting my hands to the tattered shirt on her body, I started to peel it up, revealing a small hint of her stomach. Her muscles were shaking, eyes watching my every move. “This isn't going to work like this.”

“Nope.” Shaking her arms, the metal rattled against the headboard. “You should probably undo my wrists.”

“Nice try, but no.” Grabbing the base of her shirt, I held it firmly between my fingers. “I promise I won't look . . .” Scrunching my lips, I said, “Too long, I can't say for sure my eyes won't find their way to your chest. I am a man, after all.”

“Don't try and be fucking sweet and courteous. You think that'll change anything? That if you try and show some decency I might listen to you?” Huffing under her breath, the loud rush of air from her lungs whistled behind her tongue. “You're not a man, you're a fucking pig.”

Clenching my teeth, I tensed my fingers around the fabric, and stared deep into her eyes. “Fine. I'm an asshole and a pig, you called it.” Tearing the shirt right up the middle, the remaining bits fell onto the bed.

Her tits were exposed, nipples perked and firm. Goosebumps broke over her skin, riding her ribs and spotting her belly. She was shaking, her stomach a rolling wave of nerves as she laid there vulnerable and completely naked.

My eyes followed her body, taking in every inch of her as she watched me with a shocked but warm expression. Her eyes were huge, but it was her body that spoke to me.

I watched her thighs cross over each other, calves twisting with ease around the end of the bed. Her lips had parted, tongue gliding over her teeth. “Well are you going to leave me like this, or put the dress on?”

Scooping it into my hands, I crinkled it up, starting at her feet and working my way over her legs. Letting my knuckles touch her skin, the warmth of her flesh was enticing.

She was hot, smooth, and at my mercy. I could take her right here, right now. I don't know why the thought turned me on so much, but it did. She was my trapped vixen, arousal painting her skin in flesh colored bumps and cold sweat.

And by the look in her eyes . . . I didn't think she'd resist me if I tried.

Her blue stare was crushing, sparking my chest with electric need. “Excited?” she asked.

“What?”

Flicking her eyes to my dick, she asked again. “Excited?”

Glancing down, my cock was rock hard, pushing up high. “Shut it.” Yanking the dress up the rest of her body, I let the top snap around her tits, leaving the straps to dangle. “He'll be here soon.” Taking in a deep breath, I left her, walking back downstairs and letting my body fall weightlessly back into the chair.

Fuck! What the hell am I thinking?

I had to get away from her. She made me want her so badly I was second guessing myself. Ivy was turning me into a fucking hot mess, eager to just get a piece.

Chugging the last gulp of scotch, I made a loud hissing sound as the remaining liquid hit my throat. Tonight had just gone from sucking to down right fucking horrible. And all I could do was talk to my father.

He would make the final call. None of this was up to me.

And in the end . . .

She didn't really matter to my father.

But I had to find a way to keep her alive.

To keep her for myself.