Page 10 of Seeds of Malice

I stare out the window, tapping the sill, feeling borderline giddy. I can't wait to use Ivy in all sorts of ways. I'm going to make her do things she never knew she wanted to do and then take it all away once she becomes obsessed with it.

The "it," being mainly me.

But before I can get to the good stuff, I have to earn her trust and remind myself to focus on my task at hand.

I call out, "Ivy, I'm about to fall asleep out here. Are you blow-drying your hair or putting on that bikini we discussed?"

She steps through the doorway. "Hold your horses. I haven't been gone that long."

My heart almost stops. Her flat stomach, full thighs, and those damn C cups only make her more enticing. Her modest pink bikini covers more than any girl wears around Greenwich, which continues to make Ivy the most entertaining thing I've laid eyes on in a long time.

I whistle.

Her face turns red, something that happens easily. I note how much I'm going to enjoy the others at school using her downfall for my gain.

Once they see how easily she gets embarrassed, it'll be a challenge between them to see how quickly they can humiliate her. And while there are lots of things I'll do to break her, I'll have their help without even asking. And she'll constantly be running into my arms.

"Is this not okay?" she questions, second-guessing her outfit and tugging a matching wrap around her waist.

"It's perfect," I claim.

"Then why are you staring at me like that?"

I attempt to pull my gaze away from her breasts, but it's hard. All I've been dreaming of since I saw her on the lawn is fitting those boobs into my mouth. I bet her nipples are pink. I can't wait to suck on them till they turn red and get so sore that every time they rub against her bra, all she can do is think of me and squeeze her pussy.

Fuck, I bet that's pink too.

"You're still staring," she murmurs.

I snap out of it and hold her gaze, answering, "Is it wrong that I like what I see?"

The red deepens on her cheeks. I don't think I'm ever going to get used to it.

Jesus, she's adorable.

Too bad I'm going to have to give her lessons in life 101, 102, then move on to the 200s.

"Dax?" She fidgets with her fingers and shifts on her feet.

"What's wrong? Haven't you had lots of men drool all over you?"

She swallows hard.

"Well," I push.

She shakes her head and quietly answers, "No."

"I don't buy that," I declare.

She doesn't say anything.

I chuckle and slide my hand around her waist. "Come on. The day isn't getting any younger." I lead her out of the cottage and over to my golf cart.

"Ivy, where are you going?" a man calls out.

She freezes, then spins. "Dad, you're home."

"Ivy?" he questions, his eyes turning to slits as he looks me over.

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