Page 61 of Thorns of Malice

"Have some manners," I reprimand.

"Yeah, Bobby. Have some manners," Avery ridicules, sliding her hand on my ass.

"Get your hand off of her," Dax warns.

I turn my head toward him, giving him a sultry Avery expression.

The fire burns hotter in his eyes, a mix of anger and lust.

My pussy clenches. After all these years, Dax still does it for me.

I hate him more for it.

I order, "You, go sit on the couch and stop ordering people around. It's not very nice."

Lilly giggles louder and pats the sofa, seductively suggesting, "Come sit down next to me, Dax."

He doesn't move. "Ivy?—"

"Go," I say more forcefully.

There's a war raging inside him. I see it in his eyes.

I arch my eyebrows in a challenge.

He sighs, shakes his head, then moves to the couch. He sits one seat over from Lilly.

"Move closer to Lilly," I demand.

He shakes his head, grinding his molars, but finally moves.

My gut flips as I say, "Good boy. Now, Lilly, kiss Dax."

"I don't want to kiss Lilly," he objects.

"Aww, you don't like me?" Lilly whines, pouting and batting her lashes at him.

Stay the course.

I saunter over to them like Avery would, straddle his left thigh, and unbutton his shirt.

He clenches his jaw. His voice turns dark. "What are you doing, Ivy?"

In a hurt voice, I ask, "You don't like me touching you?"

He stays quiet, taking deep breaths.

"Help me out, Lilly," I order.

Lilly doesn't hesitate. She straddles his other leg, then grabs Dax's chin. She tries to kiss him on the lips, but he snaps his head toward me, pinning his gaze to mine.

It doesn't derail her. She slides her hand in my hair, tugs on it, and presses her lips to mine. Her tongue flicks into my mouth, and flashbacks of the night at the sorority house hit me.

Avery whines, "No fair. I wanted to kiss Ivy first."

"Get your mouth off her," Dax orders.

Lilly kisses me harder, and I relax, returning her affection, half of me wanting it to kill my craving for sex and the other half doing it to hurt Dax.

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