“I KNOW YOU’RE IN HERE, BLAIR, YOU FUCKING PUSSY! CO OUT AND FACE , YOU BACKSTABBING CUNT!”
“She’s not here,” I manage to croak from my pathetic position on the floor, hastily wiping tears from my face with the back of my hand.
Ivy’s head snaps toward like a predator, noticing prey for the first ti. Her purple eyes widen, then narrow dangerously as she takes in my crumpled form. For a mont, she seems genuinely surprised to find there instead of Blair.
“Nick?” she says, her voice suddenly dropping several decibels from her previous screaming. She glances around the trailer again as if Blair might be hiding behind the mini-fridge. “Where is she?”
“Gone,” I say, trying to stand up with whatever dignity I can salvage. My legs feel like overcooked pasta. “She left. To prep for the race.”
Ivy’s breathing is heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath her Zenith team shirt. There’s sothing wild in her eyes that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I’ve seen Ivy angry before, everyone in the paddock has, but this is different. This is unhinged.
“To prep for the race,” Ivy repeats, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. She takes a step toward , and I instinctively back up until I hit the counter behind .
The rage emanating from her is almost visible, like heat waves distorting the air. Her fingers clench and unclench at her sides, and a vein pulses in her neck. Then, sothing shifts in her expression, a terrifying transformation that turns my blood to ice. Her lips curl upward into a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.
“You know what?” she says, her voice suddenly eerily calm. “This is better. Much better.”
Before I can process what’s happening, she slams her palm against the door panel. The electronic lock engages with a decisive click, the small light turning red. She doesn’t take her eyes off for a second, that unnerving smile still playing on her lips.
“Look, Ivy…” I start, raising my hands placatingly.
She moves with shocking speed. One mont she’s by the door, the next she’s tackling to the floor. My back hits the cold tile with a painful thud, knocking the wind out of . Before I can catch my breath, she’s straddling my chest, her strong hands pinning my wrists above my head.
I buck and twist, trying to throw her off, but it’s like trying to move a boulder. The disparity in our strength is humiliating, a stark reminder of the natural order in our world. Her grip tightens painfully around my wrists, and I can feel her thighs clamping around my ribs like a vise.
“Ivy, what the fuck?!” I gasp, still struggling futilely beneath her.
“Get off !” I shout, but Ivy’s weight remains immovable.
Her eyes dart around the trailer wildly until they lock onto sothing behind . Without releasing her hold, she stretches one arm out, fingers grasping at what looks like a yoga strap hanging from a hook near the ditation area. The purple cord dangles just within her reach.
“Hold still,” she growls, sohow managing to grab the strap while keeping pinned.
“Ivy, what are you doing?” My voice cracks as she maneuvers my wrists together, binding them with frightening efficiency. She drags across the floor like I weigh nothing, securing the other end of the strap to the leg of a bolted-down table.
“Shut the fuck up,” she snarls, her face inches from mine, breath hot against my cheek. “You think I don’t know what’s happening? Blair thinks she can fuck with ? Get penalized? Take my position away?” A harsh laugh escapes her. “I’ll just take my anger out on you instead.”
Panic surges through . I fill my lungs and scream, “HELP! SOE!”
Ivy sits back on her heels, watching with sothing between amusent and contempt. “Don’t bother. This room is soundproofed for ditation. No one can hear you.”
My heart hamrs against my ribs as I realize she’s right.
Without warning, Ivy grabs the front of my Team Zenith shirt and tears it open with a single violent motion. The cool air hits my exposed chest, raising goosebumps across my skin.
“Ivy, please,” I plead, trying to reason with her. “Blair broke up with . Just now. We’re not together anymore.”
Her fingers pause where they’ve been tracing threatening circles around my nipples. For a mont, I think I’ve gotten through to her. Then she scoffs, pinching one nipple hard enough to make yelp.
“I’m sure you’d say anything to stop from making you betray your owner right now.” Her eyes narrow. “That’s what she is, isn’t it? Your owner? Your precious Blair, who keeps you like a pet?”
“No! It’s not like that…” The words die in my throat as she slaps across the face, not hard enough to really hurt, but enough to shock into silence.
Ivy’s hands move to my waistband, her fingers working thodically at the button and zipper. There’s sothing almost tender in the way she slides them down my legs, a jarring contrast to the violence of monts before. She yanks both my pants and underwear off in one fluid motion, flinging them carelessly across the room.
“Ivy, I swear to God,” my voice cos out shakier than I intended, “Blair really did just break up with . We’re done. Over.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Ivy snarls, her eyes flashing with dangerous intensity. “You expect to believe that? That she just happened to dump you right before I got here?”
I swallow hard, watching helplessly as Ivy’s hands move to the front of her purple racing suit. She grabs the zipper at her collar and slowly drags it downward, the tallic sound cutting through the silence like a knife. The suit parts down the center, revealing inch after inch of her perfect skin.
My breath catches in my throat as she shrugs the suit off her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist. She pulls her sports bra over her head and tosses it aside, then pushes the suit down her hips until she steps out of it completely.
Holy shit. Ivy Hunt is standing before , completely naked, and I can’t tear my eyes away.
She’s magnificent, all lean muscle and dangerous curves, her body a testant to athletic perfection. The purple highlights in her hair catch the dim light as she stalks toward , moving with the predatory grace of soone who knows exactly how powerful she is.
“Like what you see?” she purrs, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
I know I should be terrified. This is objectively rape. This is wrong. But as she straddles again, her bare skin against mine, sothing shifts inside . The hurt and rage toward Blair that’s been building all morning crystallizes into sothing dark and reckless.
Blair left . Blair threw away like I was nothing.
And here’s Ivy, dangerous, unhinged, but undeniably wanting , even if it’s just to hurt Blair.
“You’re not saying anything now,” Ivy observes, running her fingernails lightly down my chest. “Changed your mind about how loyal you are to your girlfriend?”
I don’t correct her. I don’t tell her again that Blair isn’t my girlfriend anymore. I don’t say anything at all. Sothing about the absurdity of this situation, , tied up in Blair’s ditation trailer while her arch-rival prepares to have her way with , makes want to laugh and cry simultaneously.
I’m not from this world, not really. I don’t belong in this reverse reality where won like Blair and Ivy dominate everything and everyone around them. Maybe that’s why I don’t feel afraid of being assaulted by this goddess.
I feel a jolt of electricity as Ivy positions herself over , her thighs bracketing my hips. Without warning, she drops down, impaling herself on my embarrassingly hard cock. The sensation is overwhelming, she’s impossibly tight and already slick with arousal.
“Fuck,” I gasp, the word punched out of by the intensity.
Ivy freezes above , her expression morphing from predatory to genuinely perplexed. She stares down at where our bodies connect, then back at my face.
“You’re rock hard already?” Her voice carries an edge of disbelief. “Nick, I’m literally trying to ruin you right now. I’m raping you. And you’re... enjoying it?”
Sothing reckless and self-destructive rises in . Blair’s rejection, the years of feeling inadequate, it all crystallizes into a mont of pure defiance.
“Go on then, Ivy,” I challenge, eting her gaze. “Ruin .”
Her eyebrows shoot up, and for a split second, I glimpse sothing unexpected in her expression, not anger, but sothing closer to competitive irritation, like I’ve sohow stolen her thunder.
“You’re not supposed to...” she begins, but instead of finishing her sentence, she starts moving her hips, slamming down on with punishing force.
I’m supposed to be terrified in her eyes. I’m supposed to be fighting. Instead, I find myself bucking upward to et her thrusts, matching her rhythm as embarrassing moans escape my throat.
Ivy’s face contorts with confusion as she rides , her eyes narrowing like I’m a puzzle she can’t quite solve. The purple highlights in her hair catch the light as she tosses her head back, her own pleasure clearly building despite her intentions.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she pants, not slowing her pace.
“Just shut the fuck up and bounce on it, bitch,” I snap, the words tearing from my throat with a venom that surprises even .
Ivy’s rhythm falters, her eyes widening in genuine shock. Her expression hardens into sothing terrifying. Her hands shoot forward, wrapping around my throat with frightening precision. Her thumbs press against my windpipe, cutting off my air supply.
“What did you just say to ?” she hisses, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
As the pressure increases and my vision begins to blur at the edges, I feel a perverse thrill shooting through . My hips buck upward involuntarily, driving deeper into her.
‘Joke’s on you, I’m into this.’
The corners of my vision darken as oxygen deprivation sets in. My eyes roll back slightly, and a strangled moan escapes my constricted throat. Sohow, being at her complete rcy, feeling her literal grip on my life, is intoxicating.
Ivy’s hips work harder now, her pace becoming frantic, almost desperate. She’s trying to ta , to break , but the harder she chokes, the more intensely I respond. Our eyes lock, and sothing shifts in her gaze, a flicker of understanding, of recognition.
There’s hunger there, raw and honest. Not just the desire to hurt Blair through , but sothing more primal. Sothing we both suddenly acknowledge we want.
The pressure on my throat releases abruptly. I gasp, sweet air flooding my lungs as my vision clears. But before I can fully recover, Ivy’s hands are on my face, cupping my cheeks with surprising gentleness.
“You’re crazy,” she breathes, a hint of admiration in her voice.
Then her mouth crashes against mine, her kiss nothing like Blair’s calculated affection. It’s chaotic, almost violent, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance. She tastes like adrenaline and expensive coffee, with an underlying sweetness I never would have expected from soone so outwardly bitter.
I strain against my restraints, suddenly desperate to touch her, to tangle my fingers in that purple-streaked hair. The yoga strap cuts into my wrists as I pull, the pain only adding to the intoxicating cocktail of sensations overwhelming my system.
Her mouth is an addiction I didn’t know I needed, better than anything Blair ever offered.
“Untie ,” I gasp against her lips, my voice a desperate plea rather than a command. “Please, Ivy. I want to touch you.”
Without breaking our kiss, her fingers work at the knot binding my wrists. I feel the tension release as the purple strap loosens, falling away from my raw skin. The second my hands are free, they find her perfect ass, gripping the firm muscle as I thrust upward with newfound leverage.
She moans into my mouth, her hips grinding down to et my every thrust. Our tongues dance together in a frantic rhythm that matches our bodies, tasting, exploring, claiming. There’s nothing gentle about this, it’s instinctual, desperate, a collision of need and anger.
My fingers dig into her flesh, guiding her movents as she rides with increasing urgency. Her inner walls clench around , impossibly tight and getting tighter. Suddenly, she breaks our kiss with a gasp, her back arching dramatically. Her entire body starts to tremble, powerful muscles contracting around as she convulses in pleasure.
“Oh my god,” she cries out, collapsing against my chest, her arms wrapping around with surprising strength. Her face buries in my neck as aftershocks ripple through her. “Holy fuck, Nick,” she whispers, her voice stripped of its usual hardness, replaced by sothing raw and genuine.
Her climax triggers sothing primal in . I grip her hips and drive upward with renewed intensity, my body taking control as rational thought evaporates. Each thrust sends electric shocks of pleasure racing up my spine as her still-pulsing walls grip like a vice.
“Fuck, Ivy…I can’t hold back…” The pressure builds at the base of my spine, a dam about to burst.
She captures my mouth again, swallowing my groans as I explode inside her. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashes through as I pour everything into her trembling body. My hips keep pumping instinctively, prolonging the sensation as her tongue tangles with mine.
The kiss deepens as we ride out our shared ecstasy together, her fingers threading through my hair while my hands slide up her sweat-slicked back. There’s sothing strangely intimate about this mont, this afterglow with a woman who minutes ago was my enemy.
When our lips finally part, we’re both gasping for air. Ivy rests her forehead against mine, her purple eyes searching my face with sothing that looks almost like wonder.
“That was...” she breathes, trailing off as if words have failed her.
“Yeah,” I agree, equally eloquent in my post-orgasmic haze.
She shifts slightly, and I slip out of her. The loss of connection feels jarring sohow. Ivy rolls off onto the cool tile floor, lying beside with one arm thrown across her eyes. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she catches her breath.
For a mont, we lie there in silence, the reality of what just happened slowly seeping back into my consciousness. The trailer’s dim lighting casts strange shadows across Ivy’s naked form, highlighting the rise and fall of her chest as her breathing steadies.
Suddenly, Ivy’s eyes snap open. She glances at the digital clock on the wall, and her expression transforms instantly. The vulnerability that had briefly surfaced vanishes behind her usual mask of cold calculation.
“Shit,” she mutters, sitting up abruptly.
Without another word, she rises to her feet and begins collecting her scattered clothing. I watch, still dazed, as she pulls on her sports bra and steps into her racing suit. As she puts her legs in, I see a little bit of trailing down her leg. Her movents are precise, almost chanical, as she zips up the purple uniform.
She glances around the trailer, spots my pants in the corner, and snatches them up. With a flick of her wrist, she tosses them at my face. They land with a soft thud across my chest.
“Here,” she says, grabbing a Zenith team jacket from a hook near the door and throwing that at too. “Cover yourself up.”
I sit up slowly, wincing at the soreness in my wrists from the restraints. As I reach for my pants, Ivy pauses at the door, her hand hovering over the electronic lock.
“Sorry I tried to rape you,” she says, her voice oddly flat, almost casual. Then, without waiting for a response, she’s gone. The door clicking behind her.
“What the fuck even was that?”
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