Page 38 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

I nodded, “Enjoy your night,” and walked away.

Once the square off between us was over, things calmed down. Games picked back up while men returned to their drinks, and Ricky took his hand out of his jacket. But even then, I could feel Nikolai’s eyes on me right up until I stepped through that purple door.

GIOVANNI

Places like this had various names. Brothel, sex den, adult club and other such things. Of course, all of those were legal. People who attended, participated with full consent. Here that wasn’t required. Most of the girls working this room didn’t sign up willingly.

They were either bought, taken, or paying off a debt. Some girls signed up for this shit. Rape fantasies were a real thing.

For men like me though, it was mostly about the power exchange. Wanna make a powerful man feel like a god, give him some simpering little thing that stared up at him helplessly. In that moment, we were her be all and end all. They didn’t come, talk, or even breathe without our say so. There was no one in the world more important than us. There was no drug on the planet that could mimic that.

My gaze trickled over to a small form huddled in the corner. A cute little brunette looking around with wide eyes. The shiver of fear quaking her body was like crack to someone like me. I wanted to go over there and crush what remained of her fragile ego.

“He raped that girl.”

Romeo’s words both pissed me off and made me curious.

Did I know Atlas as well as I thought I did? He spent more time in this room than any other place in the Ellipsis. Even called it his playground. I never really thought about it until now. Why here? I mean, I got it. I was barely through the door and already hard.

It wasn’t the grunts and moans coming from the curtained rooms in the back that got my blood soaring or the guy in the corner hard- fucking a girl he had bent over the table. It was the fear in that brunette’s eyes.

Was it sick? Yes. Was it wrong and twisted? Most definitely. But did it bother me? Not in the slightest.

So why didn’t Atlas tell me about this place? If he was into the same shit, why didn’t he say something? I thought we were close, but maybe we weren’t. Maybe I didn’t know him at all? No, that was just Romeo getting in my head.

Of course Atlas wouldn’t talk to me about this shit. The last time I saw him I was sixteen and just learning about my dark desires. I didn’t know I got off on forcing chicks do shit yet. I’d never taken it to the extreme of fucking them against their will. That didn’t mean I didn’t want to.

That was the fucked up part of my hatred for the Ford family. Even if Atlas did rape Nova’s sister–which was a huge if–it wouldn’t have mattered. Not now. Not after I saw the look in Nova’s eyes when she realized she had no other choice but to suck my cock. I needed more of that stare. I hated myself for it, and I hated her even more for making me want it.

Sure, my desire might be hypocritical, but I didn’t give a shit. That was the benefit of being someone like me. I could take what I wanted and expect no repercussions. Oh, and I planned on taking from Nova.

I’d take everything she had, then when she broke, I’d take some more. Because her brother took from me. Atlas may have been a piece of shit as far as the rest of the world was concerned. But to me, he was everything.

Darry nodded at me from a booth in the back corner and I made my way over.

Atlee was seated beside him surveying the room for what I assumed to be their plaything for the night. That was solely based on Darry’s appearance. When the two of them went out, Darry had three looks. Casual, I’m not in the mood, and I’m going to fuck some bitch’s night up. Tonight he was dressed for the third.

His hair was in that unkempt yet not styled way chicks loved. Combine that with the dark jeans and navy blue Polo shirt he was wearing, and he was a veritable chick magnet. But the real give away was the slight curl in his lip.

Most people would look at Darry’s golden locks and ice-blue eyes and think he was harmless. That was the mindfuck. Darious Barone was far from fucking harmless. He was a chameleon that no one saw coming. When you paired him up with Atlee who screamed sex and sin, girls didn’t stand a chance.

“What took you so long?” Darry asked as I slid in the booth next to him.

“Had a run in with, Nikolai.”

“Pfft,” he snorted. “Russian prick.”

Not sure what happened, but Darry was in a mood tonight. I almost felt sorry for the girl he wound up with. And he would wind up with one. He never got turned down. His flirtation skills put Atlee’s charm to shame. It was a bit of a marvel to watch honestly. Thirty minutes into wherever we were, he had his target picked out. It wasn’t long after that when she came over to him.

I once saw him–without saying a single word–coax a bride to fuck him on her wedding day. While the reception was going on.

“How long have you been here?”

“Too long.” Atlee shot Darry a dirty look. “This asshole can’t make up his mind.”

Darry shrugged. “I haven’t seen anything interesting yet.”

That was a lie. In the few minutes I’d been here, he eyed the terrified brunette more than once. Even I had to admit she was cute, all huddled up in the corner like a bunny. But it was the similarities to a certain pain in my ass that caught my attention. She had the same slight wave in her brown hair and button nose as Nova.

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