King's Wrath (Sydney Storm MC 5)

My only option to keep her safe.

Fuck.

Just the thought of what I was doing to Ivy caused my dick to shit itself and soften in the whore’s mouth.

I pressed harder on her head. “Suck it, bitch. If you can’t make me fucking hard, I’ll find someone who can.”

She glanced up at me with a scowl. “Screw you, King. I’m fucking trying here. It’s not my fault if you can’t get it up. How long’s it been since you’ve had a decent blow job anyway?”

I eased my body to a sitting position and wrapped my hand around her neck. Squeezing her hard, I snarled, “You wanna keep that shit up about my woman, and I’ll make fucking sure your ass is out of this club faster than you can open your fucking legs. I asked you to suck me off. I didn’t fucking ask you to argue with me or speak to me.” My fingers dug harder into her skin. “You think you can manage that?”

Fear crawled across her face. She nodded, but her previous confidence disappeared. When she answered me, her voice held the hesitation I could see in her eyes. “Yes.”

Thank fuck for that. I needed this shit to happen now. There wasn’t any time to fucking waste.

I let her go and sprawled back against the couch. I reached for the bottle of whisky that sat next to me, and took a long swig of it while she got to work.

Another club whore came into view, smiling down at me. “Sorry I’m late, King. I got sidetracked doin—”

I motioned for her to get her ass onto the couch next to me. “Just get your tits out and put them in my mouth.” I didn’t have time to listen to her bullshit.

The fact she didn’t argue with me made my fucking day.

By the time Ivy entered the clubhouse bar where I lounged with my dick in one whore’s mouth and my lips wrapped around another whore’s tits, I’d zoned the fuck out. I wasn’t getting off on any of it. Instead, I was counting down the minutes until Ivy found me.

My eyes met hers as she came to an abrupt stop. I didn’t move. I simply kept sucking the tit in my mouth. Kept fingering the cunt riding my hand. And kept fucking the mouth wrapped around my dick.

Seven years flashed right before my eyes, though.

Seven years of loving Ivy.

Fuck, if we were really counting the years I’d loved her, it was more like thirteen.

I watched as the shock, anger, and utter disappointment hit her. I took in the way her face contorted, and her shoulders slumped for a moment before she squared them again and prepared to go to battle with me.

Always fighting me.

“You fucking bastard!” Her pain screeched out of her, slamming into me. I was deeply intimate with Ivy’s pain, but this was a whole new type of hurt for her.

I had never once cheated on her. I knew she still wondered about it, because club whores could be summoned with the click of a finger, but I’d sworn my loyalty to her when I was seventeen. And I fucking lived by that loyalty. It was the one thing I believed in. The code I lived by. When I swore loyalty, I fucking meant it.

And yet, there I was.

Breaking that code and shitting all over the one relationship that meant the most to me.

Ivy’s madness consumed her as she ripped both the whores away from me. Her eyes dropped to my dick before straying to my hand that had just been inside a pussy that wasn’t hers. Her face curved in disgust and disbelief right before her hands pummelled my chest.

“How could you do this to us?” she yelled as she straddled me, still beating her hands against my chest.

Fuck, there was the fight I craved.

But it was also the fight that I knew would be the death of us eventually.

Ivy and I were on a path of destruction. We loved each other too much. Too fiercely. Too fucking savagely. We would never survive this kind of love.

Jethro had made me understand that. He’d shown me how I was slowly killing Ivy. We weren’t a match made in heaven. We were each made in hell—our parents saw to that—and we would burn there together if we continued pushing each other to the edge of crazy.

I allowed her to continue her tirade, only stopping her when she slapped my face and yelled, “I gave you everything. Everything! And you knew how hard that was for me. You told me you’d never fuck us up!”