Page 42 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“I think she likes it.” I reached out to brush the hair off June’s face so I could look in her eyes. “Do it again.”

Atlee didn’t hesitate. His palm landed on the other side in a harsh strike that made June scream out. “I’m sorry.”

That was interesting, and not at all something Nova would ever say. That girl wasn’t sorry for a goddamn thing. Not yet anyway.

“What are you sorry for, June?”

She sniffed back a sob and whispered, “I’m just sorry.”

I bet she was. Everyone who wound up in a place like this was sorry for something. But apologies didn’t fix anything, nor did anyone here give a shit.

Something June quickly learned when Atlee pulled his cock out and rammed into her. She opened her mouth to scream but it was cut off when Darry grabbed her hair and lifted her head off the table.

“Shut up, bitch.” He slapped her hard across the face and stood up to unbuckle his belt.

The show they put on was spectacular. Atlee thrust into her cunt, making the table jar, while Darry shoved his cock deep down her throat. The two of them worked her in a synchronized see-saw pattern that was fucking hot to witness.

The way her face contorted and the unnatural bend in her body made me wonder what Nova would look like when I took her. Would she scream when I tore open her virgin pussy? Would she beg me to stop or ask for more?

Suddenly, it wasn’t June’s blue eyes I saw those fat drops dripping from. It was a pair of big hazel orbs, burning with hatred. Nova’s hazel orbs. Everything I saw was Nova’s. The way those pink lips stretched, how her hands flailed out, the sounds of her gagging and grunting while her tits bounced. All of it belonged to one girl. I could even fucking smell her.

And it pissed me the hell off.

I didn’t want these images in my head. I didn’t want to jerk off to the memory of her mouth or watch her in the middle of the night. I didn’t want to think about Novalee at all. Yet I was. I couldn’t shake the girl’s face from my mind. Not even now.

“Move over.” I growled at Darry.

He popped himself out of her mouth and sauntered around to join Atlee.

I stood up and grabbed her hair, yanking the top half of her back off the table in an awkward angle that made Atlee moan as he pushed in deeper.

“You think you’re pretty fucking smart, don’t you.”

June was gone now. I knew it was her looking back at me with pleading eyes, but all I saw was Nova’s fucking smug smirk.

I barely registered Darry groaning, “Fuck, that’s a tight fit.”

Or June blubbering, “No, please, I can’t take you both.”

There was just her. The trailer-trash piece of shit whose brother killed mine while Romeo watched.

I don’t know when I pulled my cock out, or how it wound up shoved into her mouth. I just knew that I had to wipe Novalee’s face from my mind. With every thrust I told myself I hated her. That she was nothing and never would be. When that didn’t work, I wrapped my hands around her neck and squeezed while I continued to face fuck her.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard Atlee and Darry arguing.

“What the fuck, Atlee?”

“You said you wanted to fuck her with the knife.”

“I wanted to use her ass first. Now it’s cut the fuck up. How am I supposed to stick my dick in that?”

None of that made me stop. Not their bickering, the grunts they let out when they came, or the way June’s nails were digging into my arms.

I was lost in the desperate need to free myself. The harder June fought, the more my grip tightened. Until I could feel my shaft bulging down her throat. A twist, snap, and gurgled out groan later I came hard right down her throat.

It wasn’t until Atlee murmured, “Damn, Gio.” That I realized what I’d done.

I let go of June’s throat and dropped her head on the table as the light faded from her eyes. She was dead. There was nothing left but an empty void. I killed her, but I couldn’t kill Nova’s face. That was still in my head.

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