Page 185 of Seeds of Malice

"I didn't say that, Dax."

I push more guilt on her, claiming, "I would never hurt you or put you in a position to do anything that wasn't in your best interest. Or don't you believe that anymore?"

"I-I?—"

"Maybe she doesn't want to be a Gamma Sigma Phi," Bobby suggests.

A perplexed expression fills Ivy's face. She's never really wanted to be in a sorority. I know she's only doing this because I keep pressuring her.

I continue to push. "You're so close, baby girl. And I wanted to give you a gift. Something I couldn't buy since you're always telling me that you don't care about my money and I shouldn't be buying you gifts. I wanted to show you how much I love you. But I see?—"

"That she's a prude," Bobby asserts.

"Shut up, I'm not a prude," she says, jerking her head toward him and glaring.

"No? Then prove it. Do what I say, and join your place in the sisterhood. Let Dax give you a gift and be grateful instead of acting like a prude."

"I'm not a prude," she insists, angrier.

"Aren't you?" he questions, giving her a look of disapproval.

It's brilliant, but it makes me feel ill.

Stop this now.

Don't be a pussy. Stick with the plan.

Ivy looks back at me.

Lilly grabs her arm and softly says, "Take the gift, Ivy. Be the little slut that you are."

Ivy looks at her.

Lilly beams. "So much better being a slut than a prude." She slides her hand on Ivy's ass and lowers her voice, leaning closer to her, adding, "If you love having one cock in you, imagine how good it'll feel with two."

Ivy blinks a few more times.

I shake my head in disappointment. "It's okay. You don't have to do it. I'm sorry I misjudged what I thought you'd love?—"

Bobby grumbles, "She's a prude."

"Shut up, Bobby!" I bark.

Tense silence fills the air.

Bobby narrows his eyes.

My pulse quickens.

Ivy tugs on my arm.

I turn toward her.

She whispers, "Okay."

Mixed thoughts plague me.

"I-I'll do it, Dax."

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