Page 22 of Stranded

He raises his hand to brush a loose strand of hair from my face. “You’re mine now, Ivy. My prisoner. My woman,” he murmurs, his words sinister. “Nothing you can say or do will change that.”

I’m caught in his trap and ensnared by a man whose past is as dark and unpredictable as the Alaskan wilderness. But there’s no denying the raw, primal pull toward him. It’s a magnetic force that keeps me tethered to this dangerous, fascinating man. I’m his, whether I want to be or not. And strangely, I don’t want it any other way.

A devilish grin breaks across Maddox’s features as he asks, “Why is it, Ivy, that you’ve become so wet since I confessed my sins?” His tone is playfully accusatory. He knows the darkness excites me.

“Because I’ve always been attracted to bad men, even if my parents made sure I never got within a hundred feet of them.”

Maddox’s laughter rings out. “Well, it looks like they’ve failed spectacularly, haven’t they?” he says, smirking. “Because right now, their daughter has a very, very bad man balls deep inside her.”

I moan and start to move up and down his shaft, which is fully erect. “Fuck me,” I plead.

He shakes his head. “Not yet, angel. We have your ex to deal with first.” He pulls me off him, making me feel empty, nodding toward my clothes. “Dress now.”

I frown as I slide off Maddox, his absence causing a pang of disappointment. I do as he says, retrieving my scattered clothing from the floor and dressing under his watchful, predatory gaze. The thrill of danger still lingers, but it’s tainted with a hint of frustration.

Preston turning up has screwed with what would have been a night of crazy, wild sex. The quicker we deal with him, the better.

MADDOX

The weasel that is Preston squirms under our gaze, trapped and vulnerable. Exactly how I like my prey. The sight of his puny cock in that cage brings a wicked grin to my face. It’s time to see how far he’ll degrade himself to avoid our wrath.

“What the fuck are you guys going to do to me?” he asks.

I tilt my head, watching him. “I’m going to fuck you,” I say.

His eyes alight with what I could only describe as excitement, which is my first warning sign. Stepping forward, my cock is still slick and wet from being inside Ivy’s perfect little cunt. It’s semi-hard as I dangle it as agreed before Preston’s face as Ivy films it on her phone.

The second warning sign is how he licks his lips at the sight.

What the fuck?

“Go on, Preston,” I taunt, my voice laced with cruel anticipation. “Beg. Beg for me to fuck you.”

Any straight man would revolt at such a command. But the unexpected happens.

Without hesitating, Preston stammers out, “Please, I want your cock.” His voice is full of desperation, his eyes pleading. “I can’t hide it anymore. I want a cock in my ass. I want your huge cock in my ass and mouth, fuck!” The words tumble out in a rush. His face is flushed with longing, but there’s no denying the truth in his words. The desperation in his voice is palpable. A twisted revelation. Ivy and I glance at each other, taken aback.

Ivy quickly regains her composure. “What in the actual hell, Preston?”

Tears stream down Preston’s face. “I’m gay,” he sobs, his confession shaking in the cold air around us. “I’ve known it for a long time, but I’ve been scared. Scared of my family’s reaction and scared of being different. I’ve been hiding in the shadows, pretending to be someone I’m not.”

“God, that explains so much,” Ivy admits.

I arch a brow. “Sex was shit?”I ask.

Ivy nods. “I rarely ever orgasmed.”

I growl at the thought of my angel being fucked and not being given pleasure. It makes me angry. Even if he’s gay, it’s no excuse to be fucking selfish, especially when you’re lying to a girl as cover.

This new revelation makes our original plan irrelevant, but Ivy has it on camera.

The atmosphere in the room shifts the weight of the truth revealed. I look at Preston who is a pitiful spectacle of his own making.

“Preston,” I start, my voice like the calm before the storm. “You’ve been living a lie.”

His silent nod is confirmation.

“I’m not going to fuck you because the only person my cock is going to enter is Ivy.” I give him a pitiful look as his shoulders droop. “Find another man to fuck your ass. But no one you know ever hears a word about this encounter, or everyone will see the video Ivy got of you begging for my cock in your ass.”