Page 121 of Seeds of Malice

I blurt out, "Tell me you love me back."

He clenches his jaw, staring at me.

My embarrassment hits a new high. My cheeks instantly turn to fire.

Oh jeez.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." I turn to avoid his look.

He spins me back into him and tugs me closer. He slides his hand behind my head. He firmly holds it so his face looms over mine. His tequila-filled breath hits my skin. It's hot and sweet.

My mouth waters, craving his lips and tongue like nothing I've ever desired. I admit, "Dax, I don't know what I'm saying. All I know is I love you. I'm not drunk. I'm fine. And I want to prove to you that I belong here with you." I once again speak too much of my truth. But the amount of alcohol I drank tonight isn't allowing me to stay quiet. Any thought or insecurity that comes to my head is coming out, so all my cards are on the table.

Dax's gaze flits to my eyes and lips and then back to my eyes. He orders, "Tell me whose slut you are."

I clench my thighs together, lift my chin, and can't stop my smile from growing. "I'm your slut, Dax."

His lips curve. "That's right. Now, tell me that you always want to be my dirty whore."

In a louder voice, I confidently declare, "I always want to be your dirty whore."

He runs a finger over my breast and then pinches my nipple.

"Yes," I whisper.

He circles it with his finger, and it grows harder and harder.

Every cell in my body lights up.

His tone deepens. "You know how much I love these fucking C cups."

Giddiness mixes with dizziness, but I push through it.

He loves me.

That's not what he said. He said he loves my boobs.

No, he loves me. He does.

"Ivy, you made me feel insane watching you kiss Bobby."

My defenses return. "I didn't kiss him. He kissed me. I didn't want it!"

Anger laces his tone once more. "Your lips were on his. Your tongue was in his mouth."

"I know, but it's not my fault," I claim.

"We always have choices. Cindy tried to kiss me. I pushed her off."

"You're stronger than her. Bobby's stronger than me. That's not a fair comparison," I state.

He studies me for a moment. He finally concedes. "Okay, maybe that's true."

"It is," I insist. I lace my fingers around his neck and try to sound sexy. "I thought we weren't going to argue about this all night. I thought you wanted all of me." I tilt my head, trace his lips, and murmur, "What do you want, Dax? Me to be your little slut or to disagree all night?"

His mouth twists. My butterflies go crazy, and he nods. "Okay, my sexy whore. Prove to me you love me. Give me everything I need."

"You can come inside me. I-I want you to," I claim.

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