Page 76 of Seeds of Malice

Dax chuckles. "Come on. Let's see what else they have."

He guides me farther into the store. Saleswomen gather around us. They seem to know Dax.

They fret and fuss over me, but it's clear Dax is in charge. He has style, and he knows what he wants on me.

Everything he chooses is skimpy, which is a tad uncomfortable for me. I'm not used to wearing things so expensive or revealing.

Dax must sense it. He leans into my ear. "This is what people wear around here, baby girl. Don't be scared of it." He gives me a challenging stare.

I take a deep breath and smile. "It's very sweet of you to want to buy me a new wardrobe."

He grins, then loudly states, "That's my little whore."

I glance at the saleswomen, my face heating.

Dax chuckles, then tugs me into a dressing room full of clothes and keeps his voice loud so I'm sure everybody else hears, demanding, "Strip."

I tilt my head. "Funny." I give him a peck on the lips. "I'll put something on and come out."

He shakes his head and crosses his arms. "No, that's not how this works. Strip."

My heart beats faster. My mouth turns dry. I swallow hard.

He doesn't lower his voice. He takes his finger and drags it down my cheek. He traces my jawline, moving down my neck and onto my cleavage. His fingers touch my belly button before he cups my pussy.

Tingles explode under his touch.

He adds, "Did you forget I've seen all of you, or do I have to remind you where my tongue's been?"

A mix of embarrassment from him being so loud and a deep need fills me. I squeeze my legs together, and he notices. It's all over his face, and I scold myself for making it so easy for him to tell what's on my mind.

He unbuttons my jean shorts and slides his fingers on my hips, shoving them and my panties to the ground. Not once does he take his domineering stare off me. He demands, "Now, show me those perfect fucking C-cups."

I take a deep breath, still uncomfortable that I'm in public and people know what's happening in the dressing room. I plead in a whisper, "Dax."

He leans in my ear and murmurs, "Did you forget I'm a Carrington? We own this place, baby girl. Now, be a good little whore and show me those tits. But don't just show them to me. Take your top off in the sexiest way you can."

I gape at him for a moment. One thing I'm not is sexy, nor have I ever practiced sexy moves.

He comes close to my lips. "What's wrong? You don't want to please me?"

There's nothing more I want to do than please him. I barely get out, "Of course I do."

"Well, this is what pleases me." He drags his fingers over my slit, continuing, "My dirty little slut acting sexy for me. You still want to be mine, right?"

My heart races.

His face falls. His puppy dog gaze falls on me. "No?"

I take a deep breath and nod. "Of course I want to be yours." I bite on my lip.

"It's cute when you do that," he states.

"Do what?" I question.

"You bite on that puffy lip of yours. You know what I think about when you do that?"

I shake my head.

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