Page 187 of Seeds of Malice

I don't want to do this.

What am I saying?

"Checkmate," Bobby calls out, snapping me out of my wayward thoughts.

He's right.

Move forward.

"What does that mean?" Ivy asks.

Bobby locks eyes with her. "It means it's an awesome night, that's all."

"You say weird stuff," Lilly states.

"Do I?" He turns, reaches around her body, and slaps her ass.

She yelps.

"Dax, get over here," Bobby orders.

I force myself to play my role, stepping closer. The scent of arousal mixed with Avery's floral perfume, makes me want to hurl.

Get it together.

"Dax?" Bobby arches his eyebrows, as if he knows what's going through my mind.

I push it away.

This is our moment to solidify everything.

I'm so close to winning the game.

I suddenly wonder if this is what I really want. I reach for Ivy and stroke her cheek, hoping she can decide for me. I ask, "Is this what you really want, baby girl?"

Say no.

"Don't be soft,"Bobby mouths.

I scowl at him.

Ivy takes a courageous breath and nods. "Yes, Dax. I want to be your good little slut."

Bobby demands, "Take your position."

My gut falls.

He grabs Ivy's hips, but I state, "No, you only enter Ivy when I say."

Ivy's smile grows, but nerves dance across her expression.

My erection throbs.

This is going to feel so fucking good.

I stroke her cheek and praise, "You're such a good slut for me."

She nods.

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