Page 73 of Thorns of Malice

He's trying to confuse me so he can destroy me again.

Dax's the pawn this time. Not me,I remind myself.

I push the shame away, insisting, "I am, and I have needs."

"Then I'll give you whatever you need," he says, with a confidence that I've missed.

There's no doubt he can fulfill every warped desire I have. But if I stay...

I close my eyes, grappling with my longing to be with him and the sordid impulses allowing me to even fathom what needs to be done.

I can't fuck Bobby or Avery. Hell, even Lilly.

I have to.

My mouth goes dry. I try to convince myself once again that it's the only way.

They all have to pay.

He pins his body over mine, kissing me, making every ache I have for him come back to life.

Our hunger only grows, creating a thirst deep in my soul until I can't resist him anymore.

My resilience dies, decimated by his tongue, erased by one touch.

I'm a slave to Dax Carrington, a servant to his body, too wrapped up in the demons of the past that laugh at the wreckage I've become.

I have to stop doing this.

I can't. I need him.

Stay in control.

So I lie to him. "You can't give me what I need, Dax."

He narrows his eyes, tugging my hair so I'm facing the ceiling.

My breath catches.

He studies me, muttering against my lips, "My fucking whore. Fucking good, sexy, wet little slut."

Endorphins drown every inch of my body.

What am I doing?

How did I get here?

It's his fault my father's dead.

He stole from him.

He drugged me.

No, he didn't. Bobby did.

Dax could be lying.

I know in my heart he didn't.

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