Page 177 of Seeds of Malice

Dax rises and walks over to the side of the chair. He kneels down and strokes my hair, asserting, "I told you, you're the most beautiful girl on the Earth. No offense, Lilly."

She giggles. "I normally would take offense, but I agree. Ivy's gorgeous."

"I am?"

Bobby adds, "I see why you've been so crazy about her, Dax."

My head spins. Part of me is elated that they're praising me, but the other part panics.

What am I doing?

"Time for body shots," Bobby announces.

My stomach dives. I arch my eyebrows. "Body shots?"

He chuckles. "Yeah. Don't worry. You don't have to do any more shots."

Relief fills me. "I really shouldn't drink anymore."

Dax strokes my head, affirming, "You're not, baby girl. Relax."

Bobby selects a bottle of brown liquor from the bar and comes back. He kneels on my other side, then hands it to Dax. "You do the honors."

Dax gives me another heated look, then kisses me gently. I reach for him, but he retreats.

Bobby pats Lilly's ass. "Kneel next to Dax."

She obeys.

Dax leans into my ear. "You know what I love for you to scream when we're having sex? When I'm making you come?"

"Yes," I breathlessly answer.

Lilly moves her hands over the curve of my waist, and Bobby's palm slides up my inner thigh.

I shift on the lounger.

Dax orders, "I want you to scream it. Remind me that you're mine. That you'll always be mine and show them. And one day, when we're walking down the aisle, and they're standing up in our wedding, they're going to remember how turned on they were listening to you scream."

My lip quivers. I stare at him, breath ragged, unsure what'll happen. My chest rises and falls faster, but I remind myself I trust Dax and he'd never hurt me.

He demands, "Be a good baby girl."

I nod.

He adds, "Fuck, you make me happy. So fucking happy."

Elation runs through my body. The floral perfume I always smell on Avery once again flares in my nostrils. It mixes with Dax's musk, intoxicating me to the point my head spins.

"Relax, gorgeous, and enjoy yourself." Dax leans back and holds the bottle of liquor over my body. He drizzles it from the top of my neck through my cleavage, over my belly button, and onto my pussy.

I gape at him.

Before I can object, Lilly's tongue runs down my neck and through my cleavage.

Bobby's lips suck on my belly button and then move lower.

"Dax," I fret.

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