Page 132 of Driftwood Daffodil

Her eyes rounded, “You can’t…”

“Oh, but I could. And here’s the beautiful thing…” Bracing my hand on the back of the loveseat, I leaned in and hissed, “Memory loss is a side effect of the drugs you’re on, so you wouldn’t remember a thing.”

I could plow into her pussy as hard as I wanted, and when Nova woke up in the morning all she’d have to remember it, would be the soreness between her legs.

“You wouldn’t do that.”

Was she trying to convince herself or me?

“You sure about that?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “You’re better than that, Gio.”

My brow arched, “Am I?”

Her family didn’t think my brother was better than that, so why the fuck should I care about consent. I enjoyed overpowering women, that’s what half the games Carissa and I played were. Why not do it for real? Could be fun.

Actually the more I thought about, the more I liked the idea of holding Nova down while she begged me to stop. At least then she’d have some truth to a rape accusation.

“Gio...” Nova’s pleading eyes met mine. “You don’t want to do this.”

“You don’t know shit about me.” I was a sick twisted fuck that got off on making women crawl around like fucking pets.

“So do it then.” She challenged, making a smirk crawl across my face.

“You know, the courts,” I leaned in to breathe in her ear, “Might consider that consent.”

We learned how to play the system at a young age. Why did she think her brother's claims about Atlas’s supposed crime weren’t allowed to be brought up in court? Everyone was on our payroll.

I couldn’t help but snicker when Nova pushed back into the loveseat as if the cushions could save her.

Not so brave now, are you?

“Go away, Gio,” she yawned and rolled her face to the right, “I’m bored.”

“No, you’re scared.” I rebuffed.

Her eyelids fluttered as she whispered, “Leave me alone.”

The sleep effects of the drugs were kicking in. It wasn’t long before her lids closed and her breathing evened out. I should’ve left then. Just pushed myself off the couch and went to bed myself.

Instead I stood there lazily pulling my eyes over her sleeping form. Over the faint bruises on her neck to the swell of her breasts, and down to the curve of her hips.

When Nova’s mouth was shut, I could almost appreciate her creamy completion and firm ass. Too bad her clothes were covered in dirt.

What did she do, roll around on the ground? There wasn’t much to that fucking shirt – which was a conversation I would have with her later – but what cloth was there had grass and mud on it.

I should clean her up. Or at the very least change her clothes. Afterall, I didn’t want her ruining my furniture.

My feet were taking me over to my dresser to grab a shirt, before I could put much thought into my actions. Next thing I knew I was seated on the edge of the loveseat, removing Nova’s shirt. It didn’t take much to pull the fabric over her head – though I did pause for a second afterwards.

She wasn’t wearing a bra. Meaning I got an uninhibited view of her breasts. They were perfect. Not quite a handful, but full and round with pert little pink nipples that I debated for half a second about tasting. Once I managed to pull my attention off her chest I moved onto her shorts.

That was when I came to a full stop.

Nova’s panties were regular navy blue cotton panties. It was the big yellow smiley face sitting right above her pussy that made me cock a brow. What the fuck? Did the girl not own any normal underwear? Who the fuck wore a something like that over their junk, and why did it feel like it was mocking me?

My eyes narrowed on the yellow face. Motherfucker was staring up as if he was saying, ‘That’s right bitch, I get to touch this shit all the time.’ I’d never wanted to punch a drawing more in my life. Then I thought back to something Darry said.

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