Ivy's Twisted Vine Redux Latrivia Nelson (best selling autobiographies .txt) 📖

she observed her surroundings for the hundredth time. The dimly lit kitchen was warm and cozy illuminated by nightlights and perfumed with the smell of cinnamon. A picture of Ivy on a picnic blanket sat under a magnet on the stainless steel refrigerator haunting the room and Kit’s presence. How she hated to be reminded constantly that she was the other woman, especially with Grey. He was so powerful and so dominating. It must be nice to be his real woman, she thought as she turned towards him.

“You do love…cinnamon,” she said only inches from his chest and looked up at him.

“Can I fix you that drink later?” he asked quietly pulling off her blouse and holding her so close she could feel the heat of his body through his clothes.

“You can fix it in the morning,” Kit said kissing his lips. She felt him unsnap her bra.

“How do you know Nicola?” Grey pulled away for a moment thinking again of Ivy’s deceit.

“How do you think?” Kit raised her brow. Her arms were still around his slumping wide body. “Since when did my love life become important to you as long as I use a condom?”

“Love life? Do you love him?” Grey asked hoping that she did. She could then be pawn in his game.

“Don’t be silly. Of course not.” Kit smiled. “Is Nicola Ivy’s friend? Is that what all of this is about?” Her eyes narrowed. She couldn’t ever recall seeing Grey jealous of anyone the entire time that she had known him.

“Yes.” The thought infuriated Grey further.

“Every woman is allowed one mistake, you know.” She rubbed Grey’s back. “Maybe you should excuse her for this one, considering…”

“Come here.” Grey pulled her to him again and rubbed through her black mane. “Tonight, I’m going to take all of my frustrations out on you, since you feel so much pity for Ivy.” He pulled her by her hair angrily and bit at her neck.

“Good. Remind me to thank her later.” Kit kissed his chocolate mouth deeply trying to commit his every taste to memory.

Picking the little woman up, Grey carried Kit up to his bedroom with visions of Nicola carrying Ivy. Pissed off, Grey threw her on his bed and tore off the rest of her clothes.

“You want me to be your bad little girl?” she asked sucking on her bottom lip and completely turned on by his wrath.

“Yes.”

“Then…hit me,” Kit insisted as she scratched his back.

“What?” Grey was confused. Abruptly, he stopped. The pain of her razor sharp nails ran through him.

“I know that you want to do it; I can see it in your eyes. Besides, I like it. Hit me,” she said naked and breathing heavily as she played with herself.

With only his slacks on, Grey regained his composure and stood back. “Kit, I’m not into that,” he said denying the urge to follow her bizarre instruction. Besides the very grotesque reality of voluntarily assaulting a woman, he knew he was far too angry for that type of foreplay.

“A little pain goes a long way, but if you are afraid, let’s try something else,” she turned around on her knees. “Let’s do something really…unspeakable,” she said pulling a condom from his nightstand drawer.

“Like what?” Grey said still aroused by her body as he watched her tease him. “You sure as hell can’t hit me.” He grinned slyly.

“I’m sure Ivy doesn’t allow you to do everything you would like to do to her.” She knew that he would read between the lines.

“No,” Grey took the condom from her. “She doesn’t allow me to do half of things I would like to do to her.”

Kit’s smile was gone. She wanted him so badly, not be with him one night, but to be with him forever. It was the only reason that she never said no to his requests. She could not deny him only because she loved him so. “If she really loved you, she’d do anything to keep you happy. I know that I do. And don’t say that you don’t want to do this. You’ve joked about it far too often. It has to be your fantasy.”

“Gentlemen don’t necessarily ask such a thing of the woman he plans to marry. But…I am also an opportunist and when a good thing is offered….” His voice was low and eyes were full of mad lust.

“Well, Mr. Henderson. I am offering it to you. So what do you say?”

“Okay, Kit.” He put the condom on carefully. “I take it that this won’t be your first pony ride?”

“No, not at all, but I know it’s your first time. And I want to be the one that turns…you…out. Even Ivy can’t take that away from me.” Kit licked her lips.

“Does that excite you?” he asked turning her face away from him. He ran his finger down the small of her back and down into her buttocks. “Now, I get it. You want to be Ivy.”

“No. I want to be Mrs. Henderson.” Kit could say how she felt now that she was leaving, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him so she fixed her eyes on his headboard.

Such a preposterous thing was absolutely hilarious to Grey, but he dare not laugh in Kit’s face now…so very close to enjoying something so vile and depraved. The truth of the matter was that he had as much feeling for Kit as he did for the condom he was going to use to penetrate her, but he would not tell her so until she was of no use to him.

Grey pondered for a moment how absolutely distasteful the entire act was before he finally dismissed his restraint. He would give Kit the pleasure of knowing that she was about pop his cherry. And she would give him pleasure…period. As he aimed for her buttocks, she held on to his hand and looked back at him.

“Make it hurt,” she said in a heavy accent. “You’ll like it more.” This time she did not smile when