19. Marley

CHAPTER 19

Marley

T here's nothing submissive about Ignatius Donnavan. When someone gazes at him, they'll acknowledge the poster boy for confidence and defiant pride. All those girls we banged together were always the bottoms, never getting the upper hand. The only time I've witnessed Iggy submit is with me.

I assume asking him to lick the cum from my boot is going too far. Anticipating the impact, I brace myself for the inevitable pain of a broken nose, but Iggy smiles and falls to his knees. His pink tongue lashes out between his lips and laps at the liquid. Holy shit .

A warm smile spreads across my face as I behold the beauty of the act of servitude by this man who never submits to anyone. Iggy isn't doing this act because he's so horny that the demanding urges of his dick fog up his brain. Iggy is committing this act because he wants to exhibit his unwavering devotion to me. My heart constricts in ways I didn't know were possible, and for the first time in my life, I want to open doors and windows I've had locked and shuttered.

As he rises off the floor and wipes away a drop of cum on the corner of his mouth, I'm overwhelmed by an influx of emotion. My hand reaches for the nape of his neck, drawing him to me. I gaze into his soulful blue eyes. Motherfucker, that's not soul in his azure depths, it's a glaze. Iggy is fucking high.

The realization he did what he did, not because of an oath to me, to us, but because of the drugs pumping in his body, has me clenching my teeth. I can't even be upset about it. Iggy has never been sober when we've been to these clubs.

"What?" Iggy asks .

"What are you on?"

Iggy rubs up against me, his cock that was spent moments ago already hard and rigid. "The usual."

"Fuck," I mutter.

"Why?"

Iggy tilts his head and grins before putting his hand on my bare ass and hauling me to him. "Because it keeps me fucking all night."

I shove him away and pull my pants up.

"What are you doing?" Iggy asks.

"I'm getting you some water."

Iggy grips my waist, sending a shiver down my spine, but I quickly push his hands away. My heart pounds in my chest as I walk to the bar.

My hand trembles as I slam a crumpled hundred-dollar bill onto the bar, hoping the sizeable sum of cash catches the bartender's attention before a pretty woman does. I realize it's a dick move, but Iggy needs water and I don't care about politeness and decorum at the moment. All I can focus on is making sure he's hydrated. I thank the bartender and walk back toward the wall where I left Iggy.

A shiver courses through me as Iggy's body slumped on the ground comes into view. My mind rages as I watch the man from earlier, his hand resting on Iggy's cock, triggering a murderous rage. Anger rushes in my veins as I step forward to only realize Iggy's not voluntarily allowing himself to be groped. Iggy is barely there.

The water plummets from my hand, dropping to my feet. I lunge for the asshole, yanking him by the collar of his shirt. Gripping the fucker by his throat, my hand pulls back and I pummel his face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"We were just fooling around," the guy sputters as blood gushes from his mouth. "Look around you, loon, this is a sex club. People come here to fuck."

I hit the fucker again, and this time I hear a crack. I broke something. Good. "You make it a habit of fucking men who can barely consent?"

"You fucked him. "

A triumphant smile spreads across my face as I land blow after blow on the asshole's face, relishing in the satisfying sound of his head lolling to the side. Rising, I kick the fucker for good measure. I turn to give Iggy a piece of my mind and dread runs through me. His body is no longer slumped against the wall. He's lying on the ground, seizing.

I rush to him, lifting his head and placing it on my thighs. "Iggy."

He doesn't answer my cry. His body shakes uncontrollably. My fingers move his shaggy hair from his face. "Iggy, you're burning up." I dig out my cell phone, dialing 9-1-1.

"What's your emergency?" the guy asks.

"It's my boyfriend. We're at Lithium. He's having seizures, and he's burning up. Please send help. He might've overdosed. He's taken MDMA and Viagra."

I hang up once they assure me an ambulance is on their way, and cradle Iggy's head. "It's going to be all right. Just breathe, baby, just breathe."