Page 111 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“I don’t give a shit.” Gio growled and pressed down on the small of my back, forcing me to arch how he wanted.

Then he drove into me, hard and rough.

Pain ebbed through my body in sharp stabbing slices that made me cry out as my walls clamped down on him.

“Good girl.” Gio groaned and snapped his hips forward. “Keep coming on my cock.”

I didn’t even realise I was orgasming until he said that.

“Fuck you.” I growled through the white dots blurring my vision and seizing my body.

This wasn’t like the other times I’d come. This was painful and violent. A roaring rage of euphoria that slammed me on the jagged rocks at the bottom of that blissful cliff. And it wouldn’t end.

Every time Gio’s cock speared into me, I was thrown back up into that cloud. I was trapped there in a place between pleasure and pain, until he eventually slammed deep inside me and roared his own release.

My soul floated back to my body as Gio collapsed on top of me out of breath. I could feel his length twitching as something warm sprayed on my walls. He came inside me. For a second I freaked out, then remembered I was on birth control.

My heart began to calm down and I allowed myself to lay there and listen to our heavy breaths. I was exhausted, sore and had no idea how to feel. Did I like it? Did I not? It hurt. My pussy felt like it was on fire, yet I kind of enjoyed the feeling.

Gio let out a satisfied huff and lifted his upper body off me. If I thought that would be the end of it, I was wrong.

My hand was forced down between my thighs, where Gio wrapped our fingers around his wet shaft.

“You feel that?” He jarred his hips, pushing our entwined fingers up to where we were joined. And I could feel it. I felt how his thick rod speared into my warm flesh. It was an odd contradiction, his hard to my soft. And for some reason sick and thrilling at the same time.

“That’s my cock in your pussy. If you ever throw another man in my face, I will gut him where he stands. Got it?”

Correction, I knew exactly how to feel.

“I hate you.”

He kissed me on the cheek, said, “Ditto,” then got up and walked into the bathroom.

GIOVANNI

Bathing Nova was like bathing a feral cat. She fought me on everything. She didn’t want to get in the tub. She didn’t want to stay in the fucking tub. Then she didn’t want me to touch her, or wash her hair, or any other fucking thing that people did when they bathed. She just wanted to be a pain in the ass.

There were shampoo suds running down her face and Nova still kept her eyes open just so she could glare at me. Stubborn didn’t even begin to explain her attitude.

“Lay back.”

“Fuck you.”

“We already played that game.” A smirk lifted the corner of my mouth. “I won.”

Her hazel eyes lit up with hate as her arm swung through the air, smacking me across the face.

Alright, that’s it.

I grabbed her neck and slammed her down on the bottom of the tub. Nova kicked and flailed, causing water to slosh off the sides of the tub. Pretty sure there was more water on the floor and in my clothes than there was in the tub, anyway.

I ignored the nails clawing at my forearm and quickly scrubbed the shampoo out of her hair before letting her resurface.

Nova shot up, coughing and sputtering air back into her lungs. And through it all, she held onto that glare.

“You almost killed me!” She shrieked while slamming her arms down and splashing more liquid on the tiled floor.

“If I wanted you dead, you’d be dead. Trust me.”

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