Page 151 of Driftwood Daffodil

“There was a time you used to like my games.”

“That’s done.” That was why I kept blowing her off. One would think she’d have got the message by now.

“Is it?” If I didn’t know any better I’d say she was upset about something. Her eyes were narrowed a touch while a sneer tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Or, is your attention on something else, or should I say someone else?”

“Coy doesn’t suit you, Carissa.”

As much as I wanted to charge over there and shove my dick down her throat, I wasn’t about to play into her ploy. When it came to Carissa Barone, everything was a ploy of some kind. But that wasn’t what was really bothering me.

“You used to like coy too,” she took a few long strides over to the desk in the corner and shot me a smirk. “Did your preferences change?”

I wasn’t going to answer her, so we ended up staring at each other. The truth was my preferences had changed. I think they changed a long time ago. I just didn’t realize it until now. Don’t get me wrong, Carissa was still hot, but I couldn’t look at her anymore without hearing someone else’s voice.

After a few moments of silence, Carissa ran her manicure fingers along the top of the desk, and sighed, “I saw you looking at that little girl.”

So that’s what this was about.

“Was that Novalee?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“So it was.” She glanced over her shoulder and I couldn’t help but take a few steps closer. “She’s pretty.”

“She’s okay,” my gaze dipped down to her bare calves. “What do you want, Carissa?”

She didn’t come here to talk about Novalee.

“I don’t want anything,” she elegantly slid back and sat down on the desk.

Bullshit. Or at least that’s what I thought until Carissa’s legs began to slowly spread open. Any thought I had fled when the fur coat parted to reveal a small scrap of red lace covering her pussy. She was already wet, I could practically taste her arousal.

“Do you want something, Gio?” she purred while trickling her fingers up her thigh.

Yeah I fucking needed something. I was so pent up that all I could think about was busting my nut. Novalee had me walking around all day with a permanent fucking hard on. It was a problem.

I looked down at the lace fabric and cocked a brow. Maybe I could solve the problem?

“You need to leave.”Before I do something stupid.

“Why,” Carissa snarled. “So you can play with your new toy?”

That was a quick shift. She went from seductive to pissed off in under a second. But it was long enough to remind me of who I was dealing with.

“You should be used to being the old toy by now, Carissa.” Not even her husband would fuck her. He had no problem fucking everyone else though.

That really pissed her off. Carissa hopped off the desk and charged forward to spear her finger in my chest. “You do not get to push me to the side.”

“Why not? Your husband did. And so did my brother.”

Carrissa reared back, confirming what I hoped wasn’t true. When Romeo told me it felt like I got punched in the gut. I told myself he was lying, but he had nothing to gain from it.

“Did you fuck both my brothers, or just Romeo?”

Carissa cleared her throat and lifted her chin. “I don’t have to listen to this.”

“What’s wrong sweetheart,” I grabbed her arm before she could walk away. “I thought you wanted to play?”

She didn’t even flinch when I dug my fingers in her flesh. She just looked back at me and ordered, “Let go of me.” As if I would listen to her.

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