Page 109 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

If I was going to lose my virginity, then I was going to lose it the right way. Where I was full of drunken regret.

“That can be arranged.” I grimaced as Gio pushed his finger deeper. “Your truck’s outside and there’s a bar down the street.”

Damn him and his logic.

The low throbbing ache of being breached spread warmed my insides, morphing the pain into something else. An urge that caused desperation to seep in.

“I’d rather go with Atlee.”

Desperation caused people to do stupid things, but anger was easier to deal with than this.

Gio yanked his hand away and got off me, letting me breathe a sigh of relief.

My relief was short lived.

I was plucked off the floor and dropped down on the loveseat in the corner of room before I knew what was happening. After that I had about two seconds before Gio flipped me and folded my body over the back.

“You want to keep playing the Atlee card, fine.”

Dread set in as my stomach pressed into the cushioned back of the small couch. But panic took hold when I heard the soft jingle of a belt buckle. I shot up, but Gio grabbed the back of my neck and held me in place.

“You won’t be thinking about Atlee in a minute.”

Technically, I wasn’t thinking about him. Atlee was just and easy way to piss Gio off. I didn’t think pissing him off would result in this though.

I kicked my leg out, hoping to push him back. It didn’t work. My tiny feet were no match for Gio’s stupid strong legs. Since he was holding my head down, and was too far back for my short arms to reach, I couldn’t hit him either.

All I could do was dig my nails into the muscular forearm pinning me in place, which didn’t faze him in the least.

I was trapped with nowhere to go. The only thing I had left was my mouth.

“Gio–”

“Shut up.” He growled and slapped my ass, hard.

I yelped at the sting and bucked into the loveseat. But even that pain couldn’t drown out the sound of a zipper. Each tick of the teeth echoed through my ears. Then came the sound of fabric dropping onto the floor. Heavy fabric, like denim.

Gio’s grip on my neck prevented me from being able to look behind me. I was effectively blind to what was happening, which made it so much worse. My other senses amped everything up.

The dip in the loveseat when he wedged his knee between my legs. Air cooling the back of my thighs when the skirt of my uniform was pushed over my hips. Then again, when my underwear was torn away. And I meant torn. Gio ripped them away, causing the fabric to bite roughly into my flesh.

That’s when I knew I was screwed. Cotton was strong, and he tore it part with one hand.

The cuts on my hip ached, my heart thundered against my ribs, and the air being pulled in my lungs was coated in his scent and flavor. Gio was everywhere. All I could feel was him. Even the temperature around us warmed with his angry desire.

But none of that compared to the fear that sliced through my heart when something large and impossibly hard pressed up against me.

Nope, this is not happening.

“Stop–”

That was as far as I got before Gio took his hand off my neck, shoved his fingers in my mouth, and held my bottom jaw with the heel of his hand.

“Shut up.” He hissed while lining up the head of his cock. “Just shut the fuck up.”

Then he pushed in.

He groaned.

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