Page 58 of Thorns of Malice

Dax snarls behind me, "You're drunk."

Play the game.

Play the game.

Play the game.

I turn and wiggle my finger. "Uh-uh-uh. That's not the attitude we need this evening."

His face hardens.

Bobby snickers, taunting, "Yeah, Dax, change your attitude."

Hatred erupts in Dax's eyes.

I resist the urge to run away.

Am I really going to let Bobby touch me after what he's done?

My heart beats faster. The churning in my gut worsens.

Dax gives me another pleading look. It doesn't deter me, giving me the courage to follow my plan.

"Bobby, when's the last time you had three women?"

A sinister expression fills his face.

Dax grits out, "What the fuck, Ivy?"

"Why don't you just leave?" Avery suggests.

Panic hits me. "No, he's staying," I declare, looking at him again. "Aren't you?"

Tense silence looms around us.

"He's gotten soft," Bobby taunts.

Rage overtakes Dax's features. He curls his fist at his side, focused on Bobby. His eyes turn to slits.

I put my hand on his chest, trying to calm the situation. I lean into his ear. "You made me into who I am. I have needs, Dax. Are you going to let me have what I need?"

More guilt floods him. He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head, mumbling, "This isn't the way, Ivy."

I kiss him just under his lobe. "Oh, but it is. I'm your dirty whore. Don't you want me to be your dripping-wet slut?" I move my hand to his cock. It hardens in my palm.

His breathing turns shallow.

I lick his lobe, teasing, "You don't want me anymore, Dax?"

He moves my face in front of his, adamantly stating, "Of course I want you. I've always wanted you."

Avery mocks, "Yeah. He's always wanted you. It's all he's obsessed about."

"Shut up," Dax snarls.

"It's true. He's done a lot of stupid things over the last ten years because of you," she says.

My pulse skyrockets.

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