Page 105 of Driftwood Daffodil

Let’s see how long her courage lasts.

I took a step and made sure my foot landed extra hard so she could hear it.

When I didn’t get a result, I repeated the action.

Still nothing. There was just me and the dark.

Hmm, it was time to try another tactic.

“You can’t hide from me,” not in here. “I will find you.”

My ears perked at a quiet snort from the left.

There was that stubborn sarcasm.

I sidestepped in that direction, “didn’t anyone ever tell you, children should be seen and not heard?”

“Did you just call me a child?” that was followed by a softly muttered, “Shit.”

I knew she couldn’t keep quiet.

Tsking, I moved closer to the left wall. She was over here, and not far. That softly uttered curse was too clear for her to be across the room. I stopped to listen to the sounds in the darkness. There was my own breathing, echoed footsteps of students in the hall, and something else. I tipped my head, attempting to make it out. The sound was too faint. It was almost like scraping or shifting.

I thought about turning on the light and putting an end to this, but I was having fun. A little too much. My dick hadn’t been this hard in a long time. Not necessarily the right girl for that reaction. That didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy the game. After all, that’s what was getting me off, not the girl.

I let out a small cough, which drew out a squeak that led me to zero in on a darker shadow to the left of me. It was a little over a foot away. I watched it shift to the side and smirked.

Bingo.

“Ready or not, here I come.”

The shadow darted, and I lunged.

Nova was fast but not fast enough. A rush of air washed over me as Nova ran past and I reached out, grabbing a handful of her shirt. Her retreat came to a screeching halt. She let out a yelp as I yanked her back. The girl didn’t stand a chance. My pinky finger was stronger than her.

The one thing I didn’t take into account was the force of the opposite momentum. Nova pulled one way, I pulled the other, and we both ended up toppling to the ground. I hit the hard floor with an ‘oof,’ but managed to maintain my hold, bringing her body down on top of mine.

Ever been hit with the dead weight of a hundred pound person? It wasn’t fun. I’d rather get punched in the nuts again.

“Fuck me,” I groaned while throwing my arm over her chest so she couldn’t take off again – which she tried to do.

Guess her landing was softer than mine because she jarred up right away. Or at least she tried to. I put a stop to that with one strong clamp of my forearm. I got about a second of reprieve after that before her hands started flying back at me.

I rolled my head out of the way while using my other arm to try and grab her wrists. A task that would’ve been easier if Nova would stop moving for a second. It was like trying to control a feral cat fighting its way out of a cage. She was not giving up.

“Let me go!” Nova demanded while cracking her heel off my shin.

Now I could take a hit. I’d been fighting with my brothers my entire life, but this wild and savage shit had to stop.

“That’s it,” I snarled and rolled us over, soIwas on top ofher.

That made things much easier. One of her arms got pinned under her chest. The weight of my body made sure it stayed that way and allowed me the freedom to grab her other arm. After that I trapped her legs with my thighs and she was done.

At least, I thought she was done. The hard buck she gave suggested otherwise.

For fuck sakes.

I dropped more of my weight on her back and softly growled in her ear, “Give it up,Gattina. You lost.”

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