Page 4 of Poisoned Pawns (The Gamemakers Trilogy #1)

Ivy- His Mind Games

“No, please stop. Don’t hurt me,” she begs, as they surround us, laughing, and clearly not giving a fuck that this is no longer a game.

One of them wraps his hand around her throat, squeezing so tightly as I watch her skin turn different shades of red then purple.

I scream through the gag, thrashing against the bindings.

Jolting awake from my recurring nightmares, I wipe the sweat from my brow and roll over to see Everly fast asleep next to me.

I’m glad I didn't wake her up with my bullshit. I don’t need her questioning why I’m still having nightmares about things from years ago.

She doesn’t know what I did, and I plan on keeping it that way.

Climbing out of bed, I tap my phone, and it lights up showing me it’s damn near five in the evening.

Sitting at my desk, I log on to my computer, and a big skull with an X on it pops across my screen causing my eyes to widen in excitement.

Looking over my shoulder at Everly who is still sound asleep, I click the link which opens to a new window that prompts me to select between ‘A Killer’ or ‘To Be killed’ Clicking the first one, a masked man takes over my screen, and I ‘X’ out of the window immediately as my phone vibrates next to me.

Picking up the phone, I swipe over to the text thread and read it.

Silas:

Hey, Poison. Miss me?

Rolling my eyes, I chuck the phone onto my bed as I walk into my closet, strip from my sweaty clothes, and head to the bathroom for a shower.

We’ve been given a break for the past week, but our mothers told us we need to get our heads in the game.

Kind of hard to do that when our best friend is fucking dead.

Turning the tap on, I lean against the vanity and wonder what the fuck Silas could be texting me for. I haven’t seen him in months. I actually thought he was locked up or dead. Thank god he’s not. Not sure how many more deaths I can handle at this point.

Opening the glass door, I step in and do my thing, making sure I shave everything since we are going out tonight.

Katie wouldn’t want us to be hermits in our rooms; she’d be yelling at us to go party and celebrate her life, so that’s what we're going to do.

Plus, I need to drown my sorrows in the bottom of a bottle because of what today is and to get that good vitamin D.

Turning the water off and stepping out, I grab a towel and wrap my body with it.

Walking back into my room, I see Everly sitting up in my bed with a weird look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her, but she shakes her head.

“Mark isn’t doing well. His parents are committing him. He’s already tried to take his life because of Katie,” she says as I grab her hand and sit next to her on my bed.

“Fuck! I didn’t know he was that serious about her. She made it seem like they weren’t anything more than just sex, or better yet, a high school romance that died the minute they graduated.”

“Maybe for her, but I assume it was very real for him. You know how Katie was. She never took anything serious. I’m surprised she kept us around.” She laughs as a tear drops down her cheek.

“I know. Even though we were all besties, she still kept a lot of secrets that I’m sure are going to surface, or maybe they died with her. I don’t know, but I hope Mark can get past this,” I tell her, and she nods.

“I’m going to go get ready. See you in a bit,” she says, standing from the bed and walking out of the room. Sighing, I grab my phone from my nightstand and read the next text he left me.

Silas:

Meet me tonight?

Me:

For what?

Silas:

You know what. Stop playing games and meet me at the park.

Me:

Which fucking one asshole?

Silas:

Again, you know the one!

Me:

Fine! But I got plans tonight!

Silas:

That’s nice. Just do as you’re told!

Me:

Yea, yea. See you in an hour.

Silas:

Yep.

Closing out my text threads, I get up from my bed and go in search of some clothes to wear tonight. Since we’re going to the wrong side of town, I might as well dress the part–short denim skirt with a black crop top, fishnet stockings and my black Doc Martens.

A half hour later, I step out of my room as I apply lip gloss over my lips and walk into Millie’s room.

“Hey Milz?” I call out as she pops her head out of her closet.

“Hey, babe. You look hot,” she tells me as a smile greets my face.

“Damn girl. You look sexy as fuck with those knee-high boots. You sure you're not gonna lose your V card tonight because, goddamn, I’d smash in a heartbeat.”

“I mean, I’d let you, and I’d still be able to keep my card intact.” She giggles as I shake my head.

“I gotta go out real quick. I’ll be back to scoop you guys, then we will head to Hillside,” I tell her, and she raises a brow at me.

“And where the fuck are you going?”

“Silas is in town.”

“Oh shit! When the hell did he get back?” she asks.

“I’m about to find that out along with whatever else he wants to talk to me about,” I tell her, and she smirks.

“When are you going to let him smash?” She laughs, wiggling her brows.

“Gag, ew. He’s my step-brother and a pain in my fucking ass. Absolutely not,” I lie, but she doesn’t pick up on my deceit.

“But all that tension. Jesus, I could masturbate watching you both interact.”

“See ya, Milz. You and that crazy talk. Gotta go, babe,” I tell her as I spin and head out of her room, then down the stairs and out the front door.

Walking down the cobblestone pathway and beyond the white picket fence, I get into my white Range Rover.

Connecting my phone to the stereo, I blast some music as I drive the short distance past the university on the other side of Delta Avenue towards my neighborhood and to the park that sits just outside my gated community.

Parking against the curb behind Silas’s matte black Escalade.

I climb out and walk over to him as he leans against his driver's side door.

He raises a brow at me and flicks his cigarette off to the side while licking his lush lips before pouncing on me, but I push him away, punching him in the chest.

“Where the fuck have you been?” I spit, and he laughs, gripping onto my hips.

“Awe, you did miss me,” he says, smiling down at me. When the fuck did he get all these goddamn tattoos? Jesus.

“Hardly, asshole. I’m fucking pissed at you!” I growl as he brings his hand to my face, cupping it before pulling down on my bottom lip with his thumb. Bringing it to his mouth, he moans.

“Sweet as always,” he whispers as I swallow thickly, heart beating a mile a minute in my chest. I haven’t seen my step-brother in months, and I’m not even around him for a full minute and I already want to jump his fucking bones.

Taking a deep breath, I attempt to take a step back, but he pulls me closer, engulfing me in his orbit and mind-fucking me as usual.

Looking up at him, his bright blue eyes sparkle with mischief which only pisses me off.

He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. It's been this way for years.

Always playing games with my mind and heart.

“You gonna stop eye-fucking me and tell me where the hell you been?”

“Sorry, I can’t tell you that, but I missed you, Poison,” he rasps. Rolling my eyes, I pull away, and this time he lets me. Folding my arms over my chest, his eyes go straight to my cleavage, and I smirk.

“Whatever, Si. Always the secret keeper. Doesn’t it get old?” I ask, and he laughs.

“Never, babe. Anyway, I’m sorry to hear about your friend. She was chill. How are you holding up?” he asks, and I huff.

“Did you really have me come here to ask how I’m doing after my best friend was brutally murdered? You could’ve just asked that in a text.”

“Nah, I just missed you and wanted to see how fast I could get that little vein on the side of your neck to beat for me.” He grins.

“I’m out of here. This was a waste of my time. I’ve got a party to get to,” I snap, turning away to walk back to my car, but he grabs my arm, pulling me flush against his chest. Pushing my hair from my shoulder, he runs his nose down the column of my neck, causing me to shiver.

“And what party is that?” he whispers as his lips graze the shell of my ear. Jesus, fuck this man.

“Hillside party,” I damn near pant as his fingers run down my ribs, over the dip of my stomach, and into my skirt. My breathing hitches as his fingers toy with my aching clit. “Silas!” I warn.

“That’s not a good idea, Poison. I suggest you find another party,” he rasps, flicking my clit and making me moan. “Damn, Ivy. I’ve missed that sound,” he says as he continues to toy with me, making me drench my panties.

Reaching behind me, I pull on his belt, loosening it a bit, and sliding my hand in to run my fingers over his velvety skin.

Holy shit, he’s got a ladder now. Fuck me.

He bites the shell of my ear as I grip his pierced length, stroking him slowly as he sinks a finger into my soaked core while rubbing tight circles over my clit.

“Fuck, Si. I need more,” I pant, stroking him faster.

“Tell me what you need, Poison, and maybe I’ll give it to you,” he growls as I run my thumb over the tip of his cock. “God, I missed your touch,” he groans, biting the side of my neck.

“Stretch me out. Let me feel those bars,” I whimper as he adds another finger inside me.

“Mmm, you gonna pour that poison all over my cock for me?” he asks, and I nod, tightening my grip as I jerk his length. “Words, Ivy. You know how this works,” he whispers, sucking roughly along my neck, marking me like he always does.

“Yes, Si. I want my poison to bleed all over you.”

“Such a good girl. You’re so fucking wet for me.

I can’t wait to stretch this tight cunt.

” He growls, pulling us backwards towards his truck.

I hear him use his other hand to open the door as I pick up my pace, loving the way he growls into my neck.

“Jesus, Poison,” he says, removing his hand from my skirt, flicking the button and pulling down the zipper.

Spinning us, I remove my hand from his hard cock as he lifts me by the hips, placing me on his leather seat, and then climbing in himself.

I scoot over, pulling down my stockings, panties, and skirt as he undoes his jeans, pulling them down over his hips.

“Sit on my cock and ride me, Poison, but face the front and be on the lookout,” he orders as he moves to the middle of the backseat.

Leaning over the center console, he smacks his cock against my pussy, running it up and down my slit, coating the tip of his cock with my arousal.

“Sit!” he commands as he lines his dick with my entrance, and I slowly sit back, sinking down on him as he stretches my pussy more and more the lower I get.

He reaches around, lifting my shirt and pulling my bra down, to pinch my nipples which makes me moan as I roll my hips.

“So goddamn tight, Ivy. Fuck. Your cunt strangles my cock in the best way.” He groans, pulling my nipples as I ride him.

“Your bars feel so fucking good, Si. Holy shit,” I pant, tightening around him as his other hand snakes down to my clit. “Fuckkkk,” I whimper, as he rubs my nub while thrusting up into me as I roll my hips, bouncing my ass on his dick.

“Just like that, Poison. Goddamn, this pussy is fucking soaked. Tighten that cunt, baby,” he orders as I lift up, only to slam down onto him, causing a deep moan to spill from his lips.

Picking up my pace, I bounce faster as he thrusts up into me harder and harder.

“I’m going to fucking cum, Si. Fuck!” I yell as he rubs my clit rapidly, causing my movements to become erratic as I cum on his cock, soaking his lap.

“Fuck, Ivy. Don’t fucking stop.” He growls, pulling my hair so roughly my back arches as he pounds up into me.

“Remember who fucked this pussy last or who it belongs to while you're out at this party tonight. Don’t forget whose cum will be running down your legs all night,” he growls, slamming into me brutally as he bites the side of my neck.

“Mine!” he roars as he fills me, causing another orgasm to rip through me like a freight train.

My whole body convulses as we both slow down our pace, trying to catch our breaths.

Holy fucking shit. I fucking missed this.

After a few moments, he lifts me from his lap and places me next to him.

I reach down and grab my clothes, putting them back on as he tucks his cock away and buttons his jeans.

I swing the door open, not saying a word as I climb out, grabbing my boots before slamming the door and heading back to my car.

I hear his door open, but I don’t look back, not wanting him to see the look of disappointment on my face.

It’s always the same thing. He says nice things, gets in my panties then discards me like yesterday's trash. Why would this time be any different?

“Hey, Ivy. Stop being like this,” he shouts, but I ignore him, opening my car door and climbing in.

Starting her up, my eyes collide with his as he lights a cigarette.

All the words left unsaid show brightly on his face.

I know what he feels for me, but it’s not as deep as I do for him.

This is why it’s best I just stay away. It was better when he was gone–out of sight, out of mind.

But now he’s back, and all this will do is fuck with my head and heart, and he fucking knows it.

I always do this, always fall for his words and end up fucking him, just to be left in the dust. All that “pussy is mine” shit is straight bullshit.

He’s a smooth talker and knows exactly what to say to get what he wants, and I’ve always been an easy target.

He goes to take a step towards my car, but I put her in reverse and speed away from the curb. Fuck him. It’s time for the tables to turn. No more being his good little girl. If he wants me, he’s gonna have to chase me for a change. Fuck it.

It’s Friday night, and I’m ready to get fucked up with my girls. I just wish my bestie was here to create havoc with. Fucking christ.