Page 194 of Thorns of Malice

I'm overflowing with excitement. I stare at my reflection and pinch my arm.

"What was that for?" she asks.

"I wanted to make sure I'm not dreaming," I admit, dragging my eyes down the gown. Whore-red and gold flowers, mimicking Seducing Ivy, are stitched in lace over the white satin.

She slaps my ass.

I jerk forward and yelp, "Lilly!"

She giggles and smirks. "Sorry. Wanted to make sure you know this isn't a dream, future Mrs. Dax Carrington!"

Mrs. Dax Carrington.

My heart soars, and I tear up.

"Don't start that! You're going to smear your eyeliner and mascara," Lilly scolds, handing me a tissue.

I carefully dab my eyes and check that my makeup isn't running.

Lilly shoves a small box in front of me. She sings, "Time for you to open this!"

"What is it?" I ask, peering at the dark blue box secured with a fancy white ribbon.

She beams. "Something blue. Sit down."

I carefully lower myself onto the sofa, tug on the ribbon, and lift the lid. A matching blue envelope sits inside. I remove it, then open the flap. I pull out a glossy Seducing Ivy design. A blue arrow under it says,Dax's, with a squiggly arrow pointing down. Confused, I say, "Ummm, this is a nice picture. Thanks."

Lilly arches her eyebrows, her lips twitching.

"Am I missing something?"

She picks up a tissue, dabs it in her water glass, grabs the graphic, and points at me, ordering, "Lift your skirt."

"Why?"

"Just do what I say. Don't worry, I won't jeopardize our friendship and try to eat your pussy."

I cautiously say, "Okay." I pull my skirt to my hips, revealing everything since Dax didn't want me to wear panties today.

"Okay, stand up. This angle isn't going to work. And pull your dress to your belly button," she directs.

I rise, then pull my skirt higher, admitting, "I'm a bit confused about what's happening."

She laughs and states, "It's a tattoo, silly." She dabs the wet tissue on the back of the paper.

"Oh! Duh! That's super creative!" I say.

She steps closer. "Hold still," she advises, then presses the graphic an inch above my pussy.

"How long does this last?"

"It's the best quality I could find. They claim it can last up to two weeks."

"Wow."

She nods. "Dax is going to love it, which means you'll get even more tongue action."

I laugh, trying to contemplate receiving more attention from Dax than I already get. Sometimes, I wonder if he's the sex addict and not me. Or maybe I rubbed off on him, if that's possible.

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