Page 48 of Seeds of Malice

I bypass the kitchen and lead Ivy into the bedroom. I pull back the covers and tug the string on her bikini top. It falls to the ground.

She covers her chest in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"You're all wet, babe." I take my hands and push her bathing suit bottoms down to the ground. They fall at her feet, and I resist looking down.

Her eyes widen further. She moves one hand down to her pussy.

I slide my hand behind her hair and pull her close to me, then put my arm around her and cup her ass, asserting, "Everything's fine. Your suit's wet. You drank a little too much. Just get in bed. Okay?"

She stares at me for a moment.

"I won't touch you if you don't want me to," I lie, knowing the time has come for me to manipulate her into doing exactly what I want.

I've done it millions of times. I'm an expert at it. But something about Ivy makes me want to do it more than I've ever wanted to before.

I've deflowered virgins, but they weren't like Ivy. All I've thought about since I laid eyes on her was getting her in my bed, but now that I've confirmed she's a virgin, it's driven my obsession to a new high.

And my ego needs to hear her say she wants me to touch her and do things to her no one else has.

She blows a hot breath out to move a wisp of her hair away from her mouth and agrees. "Okay."

I kiss her and squeeze her ass again. "Good girl. I'm going to go get you some food and water."

She softly smiles. "Thanks, Dax."

"Anything for my girl," I say, then wait until she gets into bed. I tuck her in, kiss her forehead, and go to the kitchen. I make a plate of cheese and crackers and grab a couple bottles of water. Then I take it into the bedroom.

My heart almost stops when I walk into the room.

She's curled up into the pillow I sleep on, somehow looking more gorgeous than ever.

She's an angel under my sheets.

Jesus, she's special.

What the fuck am I saying?

Special enough to break,I remind myself.

She smiles at me, and a weird flutter fills my stomach.

I can't help but study her. Her curves that no one around here has, her puffy lips, and those damn innocent, naive eyes that look at me in adoration, even in her intoxication, are all constantly driving me nuts.

She sits up, and the covers slip. She grabs them and pulls them up over her tits.

Those fucking C cups.

I hold in my groan and set the tray down on the table. I pick up another pillow and put it against the headboard for her to lean against.

"Thanks," she says.

"No problem." I drop my swim trunks, and she stares at me, once more in shock, her eyes darting all over my body, unsure where to go.

"You like what you see, Ivy?" I ask, giving her a lewd look.

Her face turns scarlet red within seconds. She stutters, "I-I-I..." Then her eyes dart to my erection again. She swallows hard.

I chuckle. "It's okay." I slide under the covers and sit against the headboard, reminding myself to stay the course.

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