Page 125 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“How do you do that?” I didn’t mean to ask that out loud, but I was genuinely curious. How could he make me come so hard I couldn’t breathe one minute, then just a little the next?

“I told you,” he kissed the tip of my nose. “Your pussy belongs to me.”

Again with the possessive crap. Really?

I rolled my eyes as he passed me a bottle of bodywash.

“My turn.”

As tempted as I was to tell him to do it himself, I gave in. If I was washing him then he wasn’t touching me. And he didn’t say I couldn’t use a barrier.

I snatched a black loofa that was hanging on the side of the shower, and squeezed some soap on it. it didn’t take long for me to figure out where Gio got his addictive scent. When I lathered up his chest it filled the shower.

My hand raised to wash his neck and my eyes locked onto the scar on his chin.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Only if you want the answer.”

That was fair.

“What happened to your mother?”

His eyes rolled down to mine. “Some men broke in the house and killed her.”

Well, shit. Now I felt bad for him. I couldn’t imagine loosing someone that way.

“Is that why there are so many guards here?”

“Partly.”

I moved the loofa down and around his hip as a thought occurred to me. Gio didn’t just lose his mother to violence, he lost his brother too. For the first time since all this started, I felt guilty for what Kato had done.

“Don’t pity meGattina.” Gio grabbed a bottle of shampoo and stared to lather up my hair. “My hands aren’t clean.”

I lifted my gaze to his. “Neither are mine.”

Something was off about Veda’s date. I could’ve stopped her from leaving that night, and I didn’t.

“What happened to your sister isn’t your fault.”

“I didn’t say anything about my sister.” He couldn’t possibly know what I was thinking.

“No, but you get this look on your face when she’s around. It’s the same one you have now.”

Gio didn’t know me that well, did he? I thought back to what he had said. The words he used were picking at my mind.

“You said what happened to my sister.”

“So?”

“Does that mean you think your brother did it?”

Silence passed between us and stretched on in thick waves while the shower rained down drops in soft splashes.

Gio’s eyes darkened as his jaw ticked. Normally his hand would be around my throat but now, but he just glared down at me. By the time he finally did speak, I was ready to jump out of my skin.

“I don’t know.”

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