Page 107 of Driftwood Daffodil

“One fucking word and I’ll gut your friend.” I warned quietly.

The glare she gave in response was all the answer I needed. Nova would keep her mouth shut, but just in case I kept my hand right where it was and looked over at the door as the handle jiggled.

This wasn’t the first time a member of the staff came knocking. Yet none of them opened the door. I don’t think they had a key.

“I told you, they went down the hall.”

God love Atlee and his quick thinking.

“No they didn’t. I saw Gio take her in there.”

Nova’s friend was starting to become a pain in my ass too.

“The only thing you saw was my fist hitting your face.” Atlee said.

Nova stiffened for a fraction of a second. She tried to brush it off and play cool, but I felt it. Awe, she was worried about her friend. How sweet. Let’s hope she cared enough about him to keep her trap shut. Because if that door opened, I’d carry through with my threat.

“You punch like a girl,” Nova’s friend said, making me grimace.

That was not the right thing to say to someone like Atlee. Proof of which came with the bang that vibrated through the door.

“Stop that.” Sister Anne demanded while more bangs and angry words rolled through the air.

Based on the smack and sounds I heard, I’d say Nova’s friend wasn’t doing very well. But he wasn’t backing down either, and the Sister was just getting more and more agitated.

I was so focused on the commotion in the hall that I wasn’t paying attention to my captive.

Nova managed to wriggle her legs out from under mine before I realized and pushed my weight back down. One buck of her hips later and we both froze.

Her legs were around my waist, pressing parts of me against parts of her. I could feel the heat from her pussy warming my cock, and suddenly all I could think about was the way she looked on the edge of that tub with water dripping down her neck.

She stared wide eyed at me, “Umm…”

“Shut up,” I clamped my hand tighter over her lips. “Don’t say anything.”

I needed a moment to collect myself. Except my position wasn’t helping any. My one hand was holding her wrist over her head, while the other was on her mouth, and my body was stretched out over hers. The lack of light amped everything up. How her breast pressed into me with every breath she took, the little quakes her tiny frame was making, and her sweet scent were all smacking me in the face.

A muttered “Gio,” came from under my palm.

“Shut up,” I repeated and closed my eyes.

Just when I was starting to regain control, Nova shifted, causing friction for a spark to make my cock twitch.

“Stop fucking moving.” I hissed a little angrier than I intended.

It worked. She stilled long enough for me to take a few breaths and reopen my eyes. And that was my mistake. One look at the glimmer in her big wide eyes, and the next thing I knew, my mouth was on hers.

I don’t know how it happened, or when I removed my hand, and I didn’t care. All I could think about was getting more of that sweet flavor that tainted my mouth all night. I barely noticed Nova dropping her legs from my waist and going still. Something had taken over me.

An urge that I needed to satisfy more than my need to breathe. I craved the taste of her blood and anger. I wanted to feel her hatred while I defiled her in every fucked up and depraved way I could think of.

Feral was the only word I could use to describe it. There was no logic or reason left. Not until her tongue touched mine and my brother’s face flashed through my mind.

This was the sister of Atlas’s killer.

I pushed myself up and let Nova scuttle away. What the fuck was wrong with me? And what the fuck was wrong with her? Nova should be running out the door, not sitting less than a foot away from me hugging her knees.

“Get the fuck away from me.”

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