Connor got even more agitated by that. "You w***e," she gritted his teeth as he grabbed her neck. "You are going to regret this. I will make you regret this…"
"Brother, don't," Christopher interrupted, tightening his grip on Ivy's wrists. "You won't yield anything by this."
"I don't care. I want to punish this w***e," he wiped off her spit from his face with the cuffs of his tunic. "Take her to my bedroom. Tie her up to the bed frame. I am going to feast on her until she begs with me to go gentle."
"Is it so?" said a sensual, fierce voice. Ivy's heartbeat softened as she saw Tristan appearing behind Connor. "Do you really think that you can do that to my girl when I am still alive and breathing?"
Even before Connor could turn back to Tristan, he stabbed his back with a blade. Connor's
