Page 11 of Poisoned Pawns (The Gamemakers Trilogy #1)

Ivy-Can I Cum Please?

Rushing out of the building in a hurry, Everly grabs my arm to stop me, but I rip it away from her. “Get Millie, now!” I growl and keep moving. Hearing her shout for Millie, I keep walking, heading straight for the car. I need to get as far away from here as I can.

“Ivy!” he yells, but I ignore him. “Ivanna!” he growls, sounding irate.

I spin with tears running down my face and scream,“What! What do you want from my life, Desmond?” He wraps his arms around me, trying to calm me down by rubbing his fingers up and down my spine.

“What did you see back there that has you running for the hills?” he whispers.

“A girl h-hanging,” I stammer, and his eyes widen.

“How did you girls get here tonight?” he asks.

“Millie’s car,” I tell him as he places a kiss on my cheek.

“Stay right fucking here and don’t move,” he orders as I fidget with the bottom of my skirt.

Tonight was supposed to be fun. I should’ve known something was going to go wrong tonight.

Now an innocent girl I’ve never seen before is dead, all because I ignored them.

I was literally doing what was asked of me–record someone in a compromising position; I just added a twist to it.

Did they know that? Is everything bugged?

No, it can’t be. How would they know what my next move was going to be?

Am I that predictable? Footsteps approach as Des and the girls come running over to me.

Millz and Everly wrap their arms around me as Desmond talks with Warren.

“It's happening, isn’t it?” Everly whispers.

“Yes. we need to stick together. Have any of you gotten another text?” I ask, and Millie’s eyes widen. I can’t just tell them that I dabble on the dark web and say yes, to play a killer game.

“I did.” She says taking her phone out and shows us what they wanted her to do.

“Well, you passed that one, and it was easy. Getting us all to go to the swim meet is child's play. There's more to it than that,” I say, and they both nod.

“I got one the other night,” Everly admits, and I sigh.

“What did it say?” I ask.

“He wanted me to–”

“Girls. Warren is going to take you back to the house. Ivy, you’re with me,” Desmond orders, and I shake my head.

“Not happening,” I tell him, folding my arms over my chest. He steps into my space, not giving a fuck that his twin is standing right next to me.

“You don’t have a fucking choice,” he spits, and I roll my eyes.

“What are you going to do? Tie me to your bike? Get lost.” I tell him, and he grins as I hear the crunch of gravel behind me and the low beat of the bass rumbling against the ground.

Fuck! Silas! I kick Des in the shin and walk over to the car.

Looking back at him as he laughs, I give him the finger before wrenching the door open, climbing in, and slamming it shut.

“Aye, aye, Poison. Easy with my baby.” He grins as I slowly turn my head towards his and narrow my eyes.

“Fuck you, fuck Desmond, and fuck your car,” I spit as he grabs a hold of my chin, looking at my eyes.

“What the fuck are you on?” he asks as I rip my face away.

“None of your fucking business!” I reply, and he throws the SUV into park as he damn near flies over the center console to grip my head with both hands. His eyes look wild with worry.

“Tell me now!” he demands, squeezing my head so roughly I think brain matter is going to come out of my ears.

“Si, you’re hurting me. Let g–” Suddenly the passenger door rips open, and I’m being catapulted from the car and into the air, then placed gently on my feet. Pressing me up against the car, someone cups my face. I try to focus, but all that movement made me dizzy as fuck.

“Vee, Vee, are you okay?” Pierce asks as my vision becomes clear and the trees stop spinning.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I warn as I hear a roar coming from the other side of the car. A flash of black blows by me as I grab Pierce's hand and run, pulling him along. “Come on, where’s your car? We need to get out of here before he catches us,” I yell.

“Fuck, it’s this way,” he says, pulling me the other way as Silas and Des argue in the distance.

Getting to Pierce’s white I8, I hop in and we peel out, getting onto the highway. “Holy shit, Vee,” he says, trying to catch his breath.

“Thanks for saving me.” I smile, running my fingers up and down his forearm. He looks at my hands on his skin, then back up at me and winks, causing my cheeks to heat.

“You wanna stay with me tonight?” he asks, and I nod.

“Yes, but only if you keep your word,” I sing, and he raises a brow.

“Did I hear you want multiple orgasms?” he coos, and I smile widely.

“Mmm, yes,” I respond as we drive towards wherever he lives. “Umm, do you live in the dorms?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“No, I live in the frat house down on Delta Avenue,” he says, and I nod. Luckily, I won’t be that far away from the sorority house if I need a quick escape.

“Do you at least have your own room there?” I ask, and he chuckles.

“Yes, Vee, I do. My family are the founders of St. Vincent’s,” he says, and I’m shocked because I never would've thought that. “Damn, don’t look so shocked little lady.” He laughs, and I punch him in the shoulder.

“You just don’t appear to be a prick dripping with money. Guess that’s who I expected the son or grandson of the founders to be,” I say, and he brings his hand to his heart like I wounded him.

“That hurts, Vee.” He laughs, and I shake my head. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I fish it out with shaky hands, praying it's not Checkmate.

Opening it, I see I have a few messages waiting for me.

Silas:

When I get my hands on you, you’re fucking done, Poison. I’m livid with you.

Silas:

Fucking answer me!

Fuck that, he can stew for acting like a madman. He’s lucky Pierce got there when he did, otherwise the outcome of the night would’ve been much worse. Clicking over to the next text, I see they’re from Des.

Desmond:

Must you always start some shit?

Desmond:

Are you with Pierce?

Desmond:

Answer me!

Desmond:

Fine. I got you!

Pulling into the driveway of the frat house, Pierce puts his car into park and climbs out, then, rounding the front, opens my door.

“Ladies first.” He winks, putting his hand out for me to take.

“So smooth, Pierce. So damn smooth.” I grin as he pulls me towards him, wrapping my arm around his shoulders, squeezing my hips.

“Are you ready for a night you’ll never forget? Because I plan on marking my territory,” he says, his eyes gleaming with so much confidence.

“Yes, I am.” I smile as he bends down, placing a soft kiss against my lips.

Pulling away before he can deepen it, I place my hand against his chest and push him away.

“If we keep this up, we will never make it into the house,” I tell him, and he clears his throat, taking my hand and leading the way.

Opening the front door, there’s a bunch of girls half naked dancing on tables as a few guys throw money at them. Interesting.

“Yo, Pierce. Come chill with us, Preppy,” one guy yells, but he ignores him, walking us up the stairs. We don’t even get to the landing when I’m yanked back by the waist.

“Yo, what the fuck is she doing here? She’s not fucking welcome,” some guy yells at Pierce.

Then it clicks–Oliver Micheals. The last person I saw with Katie the last time we were here.

Thrashing in the guy's arms, I head-butt him, and he lets go screaming into his hands as blood pours from his nose.

“Ollie, tell your boy to get his fucking hands off my girl before I fuck him up. You don’t call the shots around here,” Pierce yells, getting into his face as the guy I head-butted takes a few steps back, but his eyes never leave mine.

“I don’t give a fuck, P. This bitch got me benched,” he yells, then his eyes collide with mine.

I’m stunned into silence as I look over his face.

I slap a hand over my mouth, realizing he’s the asshole from the Hillside party.

Spinning, I open the door and hightail it out of there.

Fuck that. I knew there was a reason I don’t mess with frat guys.

They are all the fucking same. Fucking pricks.

I hear my name being called in the distance, but fuck that.

The sorority house isn’t that far away. Fuck tonight.

All I wanted to do was get off. I seriously don’t know why I bother with any guys at this school.

They seriously are all the same–want nothing more than to fuck.

God. I can’t ev- My thoughts are cut off by the rumble of a bike flying down the road.

Fuck! He isn’t playing tonight. Bracing myself for what's to come, I fold my arms over my chest and step into the road.

He stops right in front of me, ripping his helmet from his head.

“You seriously piss me the fuck off. Do you know that?” he yells, and I snicker.

“Why do you even care, Des? I don’t fucking understand why you give a fuck about what I do or who I do it with.”

“Because I do! Now get on the bike!” he demands but I stay put, staring into his eyes. He narrows them before climbing off the bike.

Wrapping his hand around my throat, he presses me against a parked car, and I gasp.

My mind is not catching up with what's happening in front of me. “I said, get on the fucking bike, Ivanna. Don’t make me fucking repeat myself,” he spits, and I lick my lips.

Before I can do anything else, his lips are on mine, and I sink into his touch and kiss him back.

My stomach fills with butterflies and my heart hammers in my chest while his tongue swirls against mine.

Jesus, fuck. I pull him closer to me as he lets go of my throat, gripping my hip and pressing his hard cock against my pelvis.

His tongue is magical, I just want him to spread me out like butter on bread. He pulls away, and we both pant.

“What the fuck was that?” he says, and I shrug, pulling him towards me as we kiss again.

Not being able to get enough of one another, he lifts me by the backs of my thighs and carries me towards his bike, placing me on the seat while sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.

I groan, pulling away. He starts his bike and the vibrations of the engine do things to my clit.

“If we were completely alone, I’d tell you to make yourself cum on my leather seat. I want to watch you gush all over it,” he whispers, sliding his tongue down the side of my ear.

“Keep talking like that and I will. I’m so fucking worked up,” I whine as he slides his hand between my legs. A finger grazes against the soaked cotton of my thong, hitting my needy clit, and I jump from how sensitive I am, which causes him to smirk.

“Fuck it!” he says, and I raise a brow. I wait for him to make a move, but he doesn’t. Tilting his head, his eyes collide with mine as he orders, “Ride my seat and show me how good it makes you feel,” while he hits the throttle ever so slightly, increasing the vibration?.

My eyes roll as I arch my back and roll my hips.

He lifts my skirt over my hips and pulls the front of my thong up to see how needy and swollen my clit is.

“Look at this little clit, begging to be touched,” he groans, flicking it with his pointer finger as his other hand pulling the throttle.

I moan and whimper as he rips the thin cotton from my waist, pushing the throttle again.

My body convulses as my movements become erratic.

“Gush for me, Spitfire,” he orders, sending me over the edge as the bike’s vibrations hit deep in my core and I gush all over his leather seat, creating a puddle.

But I don’t stop, I keep going, rolling my hips faster as I get all the friction from the leather I need to cum again, screaming my release in the middle of the deserted street.

“That’s right you little slut. Soak my seat.

Grind that cunt harder! I want to see every inch of you quiver because of me,” he whispers, biting my ear as I arch my back again, doing as he asks and sliding back and forth along the leather.

“I-I can’t Des,” I whimper, but he pulls the throttle harder causing my body to convulse.

“Mmm, look at you. Cumming all over my bike like a whore in the middle of the street. So fucking dirty, Spitfire,” he growls sending me completely over the edge as bright white stars burst through my vision as my orgasm hits me hard and fast.

“Jesus, Desmond. Fuck,” I pant as he finally lets go of the throttle, quieting the bike's engine.

“Imma need you to do that at least three times a week. Goddamn Ivanna,” he praises, and I smile, but then it hits me. I just came three times on my best friend's brother's bike. Fuck!

Hopping off, my legs are like Jell-O as I pull my skirt back into place and try to run down the block towards the sorority house.

“You can run all you want, Spitfire, but this shit ain't over! Mark my words,” he yells, and I give him the finger over my shoulder.

Hearing him chuckle makes me smile, Desmond is normally a quiet soul.

Never really smiles, or maybe it's just a me thing–I can actually count on both hands the amount of times he’s actually smiled.

Ugh. Why does he have to be Millie's twin?

Fuck me! My phone vibrates in my pocket.

I take it out and damn near drop it on the steps of the sorority house.

Unknown:

You lost the first game. Better luck next time.

What the fuck? I don’t have the time for this. I open the front door and head up to my room. Swinging open my bedroom door, I gasp. Blood, so much fucking blood. I scream, then everything goes black.