Page 88 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

“Hey.” A hand tapped my cheek. “Look at me.”

I knew who was talking to me. I feel Gio’s glare burning down at me. But I was not taking my eyes off that knife, or the large fingers wrapped around it.

“I said look at me.”

“Fuck you.” I growled back and attempted to yank my hands free while bucking my hips.

Gone was the sane Nova that argued and pushed buttons. There was no sanity with a weapon like that. There was just getting away before too much damage was done. If that meant I had to tear my own hands off to escape, then so be it.

I bucked, kicked and snarled like a wild animal. Not that it did me any good. Gio was sitting on me and a lot heavier than I was. I could flail my legs but the rest of my body was held fast.

“That’s it.” Gio clamped his thighs around my hips and would his legs around my claves to stop my kicking. “Knock it off! If I wanted you dead, then you’d already be dead.”

That was about as comforting as sitting on a a board of rusty nails, and not a claim that I was going to believe.

I did the only thing I could and screamed at the top of my lungs.

One hard slap from Gio brought that to an end. His large palm slapped across my face, trapping my scream in my throat.

“That’s enough.” Gio glared down at me. “Now, stay still or you’re gonna get cut worse than I intend.”

I blinked back the tears brimming in my eyes. “Why do I have to get cut at all?”

“You seem to have an issue remembering who owns your ass.” He Shifted down my thighs to my calves. “I’m gonna make sure you, and any guy that decides to sniff around, remembers.”

I couldn’t stop my chin from quivering. “Please don’t do this. I’ll do anything you want.”

And I would. If it meant he would put that knife away, then I would get down on my hands and knees and beg with everything I had.

“You brought this on yourself.”

I forced a heavy gulp down my throat as his palm smoothed over my lower abdomen.

In an instant everything was heightened. I didn’t know if it was fear or something else, but I felt it all. My nerves were lit up.

The warmth from his fingers sent an electric shock of goosebumps across my skin, while the tip of the knife scraped down the front of my shirt. I’d never been more happy for a piece of fabric in my life. Cloth was all that was separating me from that deadly weapon.

Gio traced a last path down my torso as I closed my eyes, hoping that would magically make all of this disappear.

But it just made things worse.

The way Gio’s breathing mingled with the soft scraping of the blade did something to me. Something I couldn’t explain. I was hot, achy, and terrified all at the same time.

“Please stop.” I tried again.

“I fucking love the way you beg.”

The low rumble in Gio’s voice vibrated through me like an echoing scream in a canon wall. I felt every syllable of his deep tone.

“Are you gonna cry for me, too?”

Fuck him. At least that’s what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t open my eyes, let alone talk. Not while he still had that thing in his hand.

Air cooled my hips as he slid my panties over them.

My heart fluttered, thinking that this might be my chance. I waited for my legs to be free of his weight so I could kick out and maybe get away. But I wasn’t that lucky. Gio didn’t completely remove my underwear. He only slid them down enough to bear the top of my vagina.

“Stay still.” Was the only warning I got before the knife bit into the flesh beside my hipbone.

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