Page 22 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

The intoxicating scent of Nova’s shampoo combined with the shaky sounds of her shuddered breaths was utterly euphoric. But that was nothing compared to the way her throat bobbed with a swallow. I felt the heaviness of it in my cock.

Nova was scared, looking around wide eyed for an escape, and I’d never been harder.

“Aww,” The unshed tears glistening in her eyes caused my bottom lips to pop out in a mocking frown. “Are you gonna cry now?”

This was the price she paid for her brother’s life. The only question was, did Nova have the balls to follow through? Not that it would matter. I’d get what I wanted regardless of her objections. And she would object. Nova couldn’t help it. She had to open her mouth, and I was happy to shut it for her.

“Fuck you, Gio.”

See.

One small sigh was all the warning she got before I grabbed onto her neck.

“I will fuck you. I’ll use every goddamn hole you have. That’s the deal you made. But here’s the best part?” I bent down, sucked in the sweet scent of her fear, and growled, “You’ll love every second of it.”

I’d make sure of that.

“Pfft,” she snorted. “That will never happen.”

“Yes, it will. And you’ll hate yourself for it.”

Her neck twisted as she looked me in the eye, “I’ll never love anything you do.”

“Is that so?” I adjusted my hand so I could feel her pulse under my fingers, then leaned in to whisper, “Did sucking my cock make you wet?”

She could say no all she wanted, but I knew the truth. I could feel it in the fast thumps beating under my hand. And I could see it in the faint pink hue that flooded her cheeks. She liked the taste of my cock. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I should hate the idea of coming down her throat, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her slightly parted lips.

Luckily for me the crack in her cool demeanor didn’t last long. One thing Novalee was good at was masking her emotions. In a matter of seconds she had her shoulders squared and jaw set hard.

“It took everything I had not to throw up.”

Liar, but alright. I’d play this game.

“I guess we’ll find out.” I dropped my hand from her throat and took a step back. “Take your fucking clothes off.”

Her hatred blazed deep in those hazel orbs. “Is that what this is going to be? You boss me around like a pet for the rest of my life?”

“Pretty much.” What did she expect?

“Well, I guess all Mancini’s are the same.”

“Watch yourself.” I warned. But it was too late.

The words spat out of her mouth, “Atlas would be proud.”

My hand flew through the air, backhanding her on the side of the face, and knocking her to the ground. “Don’t ever say my brother’s name again.”

I told her I was holding back, yet she had to push that button. If Nova wanted me to take the gloves off, then it was fine with me.

Glaring down where Nova was sprawled out on the floor, I prodded her with my foot. “Get up.”

She winced and braced her palms on the floor to push herself up.

Did I feel bad when she glared over her shoulder at me? No. A decent man would’ve had some twang of guilt at the thin red line trickling down from her lip, but all I could think about was how sweet her blood would taste on my tongue.

“I hate you,” she growled.

“Hate me all you want.” My eyes were stuck on that one crimson drop sliding a trail down her chin as she picked herself up off the floor. “Your clothes are still coming off.”

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