Page 86 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

That didn’t make me feel any better. What constituted as earning? Fighting him, not fighting him? I needed to know what not to do. All this uncertainty was frustrating.

An hour ago, I would’ve sworn that Gio wanted nothing physical from me, other than my untimely demise that is. When his father told me to suck him off, Gio looked about as happy as I was. Then the locker room incident happened. Even that I could pass off as repressed rage, or a moment of insanity because he’d ever touched me.

That wasn’t the case anymore. No less than twenty minutes ago, Gio’s hand was on my most intimate spot, and he enjoyed it. I wasn’t sure about anything anymore.

“What do you want from me, Gio?”

After giving my binds a test yank, he sat back on my hips and sighed.

“Don’t play coy.” His eyes roamed down my face and over my chest in a way that made me shiver. “You know what I want.”

One word flew through my mind, spoken in Atlee’s voice.

Pussy.

Panic really took hold. I fought to suck in a breath as I argued, “But you hate me.”

“So?” A dark smirk curled the corner of his mouth. “That just makes it more fun.”

I definitely didn’t like the sound of that.

“You’re going to hurt me.” It wasn’t a question, I could see the intent pulling shadows across Gio’s face, but he answered anyway.

“Yes.”

I wasn’t sure if it was fear or anger that pushed the words out of my mouth, but whatever it was said before I could stop it. “Atlee wouldn’t hurt me.”

“You really don’t want to pull on that thread.”

I could feel the danger in his tone vibrating through me. And still, I didn’t stop.

“Why not. He’s nice and we have fun together?” As much as I hated to admit it, it was true. The asshole made me laugh.

“You think Atlee’s nice?” Gio scoffed out a snort. “You have no idea what that boy is capable of. But if you think he’s nice… I could call him over. Let him break you in for me.”

He wouldn’t do that, would he? Honestly, at this point I didn’t know. That was the terrifying part.

I flinched back as Gio reached out to graze the pad of his thumb along my bottom lip. “Keep pushing that button and you’ll find out just how nice Atlee is after he’s shoved his fist up your ass.”

Gio called my bluff and won. My eyes went wide as I shook my head. “I won’t do it again.”

Something told me that if I continued to egg him on, Gio would do exactly what he said. And so would Atlee.

His eyes darkened as his tone deepened. “No, you won’t. And do you know why?” Suddenly Gio’s hand was on my neck, squeezing the oxygen out of my lungs. “Because I fucking own you! Say it!”

The golden flecks in his jade eyes sparkled with malice. For a split second I thought this was it. That Gio was finally going to strangle the life out of me.

My lungs burned as blackness began to seep into my vision. And I couldn’t even slap him because my wrist were bound. All I could do was close my eyes and weakly croak out, “You own me.”

“That’s right.” He hissed and thankfully let go, allowing me to cough air down my aching throat.

“I fucking own you. And after tonight, you won’t forget it.”

I was so pathetically happy to be able to breathe, that I didn’t put much thought into what he said. I didn’t even notice when he leaned over to the side. I was just happy that the black edges marring my sight faded.

Then I saw what was in his hand and terror tore a violent tremble through my soul.

My entire being was focused on the slice of light sliding along the sharp edge of a knife. I couldn’t see or hear anything beyond my own heart hammer in my chest. The only thing that existed in this room was that blade and it was more deadly than swimming with a hungry gator at night.

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