Page 89 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

I held my breath and squeezed my eyes shut tighter, while holding onto the belt binding my wrists. As if that strap of leather would somehow ground me.

The first cut made me wince. The second dug my teeth into my lip, and the third pulled a tear from my eye.

It hurt so bad that my body was vibrating with the effort it took to remain still.

I tried to think about anything but the warm trickle flowing down my skin, but that glop, glop, glop, kept ringing through my head. I could see the drops behind my closed lids falling into the pool below.

No matter how hard I tried to free my mind, the image remained. The unmoving hand with chipped pink nail polish, and the fat red drops.

Glop.

Glop.

Glop.

It felt like my torment went on forever.

Every time I thought Gio was done, the blade would piece into me again.

Then everything changed.

Gio groaned out a, “Fuuck,” and I felt his tongue lave a fiery trail across my wounded flesh.

The sting from my cuts combined with the moisture of his mouth caused my eyes to pop open.

The sight I saw wasn’t one I was prepared for.

Pure, unbridled lust was burning in Gio’s eyes as he bent over and licked the blood off my skin.

I shouldn’t like the way he was looking at me, but I did. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. The red that coated his tongue while his eyes rolled in the back of his head gave me some sick thrill that caused my breath to pick up every time his tongue darted out. His hunger was terrifyingly beautiful in the most depraved way.

“So fucking sweet.” Gio growled and pushed the tip of the knife into my inner thigh.

I winced at the sting, then whimpered when his mouth came down the fresh wound.

A strange mixture of pain and need flowed through me. That was only heightened by the fear shooting up my spine when he moved the blade to another spot.

Gio cut me three more times. They weren’t as bad as the original ones. Just little pricks that gave him a drop to devour. But the way he stared at me while he did it, had me utterly mesmerized.

For the first time in my life, I was tongue tied. I couldn’t think of a thing to say.

I didn’t understand what was happening. Why did this make me want to squirm closer to him, yet run away at the same time? I didn’t even argue when he lifted off me and began to pull my underwear down my legs.

This was the moment I’d been waiting for. He wasn’t holding me down, I could kick him. A voice in the back of mind told me to do just that. Instead, I laid there, watching him strip my bottom half bare.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

“No.” I didn’t think I was lying.

“I think you did.” Gio tossed my underwear on the floor and tipped his gaze down to the spot between my thighs. “Fear gets you off,Gattina.”

“No it doesn’t.” Does it?

My cheeks heated with embarrassment when Gio lifted my right leg over his shoulder, and leaned in. His face was so close that his breath was warming my pussy.

“I can smell you, Nova. And you smell fucking delicious.”

My mortification was made worse when he sucked in a deep inhale, but it was the groan he let out that made try and wriggle away.

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