Page 118 of Seeds of Malice

"Are you?"

"One hundred percent," I chirp.

He chuckles. "That makes me happy, my little slut. You know I'm crazy about you, right?" he asks, grinning, and it feels like Dax is back.

My Dax—the one who can't get enough of me.

I laugh. "Yeah, but I feel the same about you, Mr. Sexy."

He arches his eyebrows. "Mr. Sexy?"

I giggle, raising my voice. "Yeah. You're the sexiest man alive!"

His grin widens, his eyes softening. "Guess that's good since you're the sexiest little whore on Earth."

"I am?" I beam, pride filling me.

"Yeah, baby girl. And I'm yours. But I want to know that you're mine, Ivy."

My face falls in frustration. "I am yours. And you know I love you."

He stares at me, and I wait, willing him to say it back, but he doesn't. He leans into my ear, and I think he will, but instead, he murmurs, "Do you really love me?"

"Of course I do. I wouldn't say it if I didn't."

"How many boys have you said that to?" he questions.

I jerk my head backward. "None! I've never met anyone like you. And why would you think I'd say that to anyone else? I told you I never slept with anyone besides you. How could I have said that if I didn't even sleep with them?"

His challenging blues meet mine. "So you love me and enjoyed having me inside you?"

"Yes," I breathe, my butterflies fluttering harder. I caress the side of his head and suggest, "We can do it again if you're up to it." I bat my lashes the way I saw Avery do it, hoping I look sexy.

His expression softens. "You want a repeat, Ivy?"

"Yes," I eagerly reply.

"Then you're still mine?"

"Of course I'm yours. I'm always going to be yours."

"You kissed Bobby."

"I told you?—"

"Shh. I don't want to argue about it. I want to forget that ever happened."

"But I didn't kiss him!"

"Do you want to argue about this all night?" he questions.

I snap my mouth shut, debating about convincing him or letting it go for now.

He tugs my skirt up and palms my ass cheek. "I know what I'd rather do."

I giggle and nod. "You're right. Then let's forget about it. But I didn't want to kiss him. I didn't, and I didn't like it."

He stares at me for a minute, and I feel as tiny as an ant. But then he says, "I want to know that you only love me, Ivy."

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