Page 23 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

Whether they remained in one piece or not was completely up to her.

“You want me to strip, Gio?” Nova wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and spat, “Fine.”

With an indulgent foot stomp, Nova slipped the right strap of her romper off her shoulder then moved to the other one.

The romper barely registered in my brain. I was too busy staring at the blood marking her hand and the streak smeared across her cheek. Red was a good color on her.

I wondered how she’d look with a little more. A few cuts with my knife and a couple of scratches. Those would be some nice marks, but nothing compared to this one. Because this was the first time I broke her skin and fractured that perfect complexion.

Now, everyone who looked at Nova would know she was mine. Why did that excite me so much? I should hate her, and I did. But I wanted her, too. A feeling I was doing fine ignoring, until her tongue slid over my cock. And when she swallowed me down and I felt her throat constrict…

I let out a sigh.

I was so fucked.

“There,” Nova threw her crumpled up romper in my face. “Happy?”

Not even remotely.

I crossed my arms and took my time soaking her in. My eyes trickled over the bruises fading on her neck, across the dip in her collarbone, and down the swell of her breasts to the curve of her waist. That’s when I stopped and arched my brow.

What the fuck?

“Do your panties say YOLO?”

“What’s wrong with YOLO?”

Did she not own normal underwear? I could let go of the phrase written across her pussy, but the fabric was a bright yellow that bordered on neon. And her bra was pastel pink. Didn’t girls typically wear matching underwear?

I shook my head and waved my hand, “Lose the underwear.”

“All of it?”

What kind of question was that? “Yes, all of it.”

And yet, she still didn’t move. Nova just stood there hugging her waist as if that would shield her.

I huffed out a sigh. “Is everything going to be a fight?”

She gave me an ‘are you stupid’ look then held out her hand. “Hi, my name is Novalee Ford, I’m a pain in the ass.”

Really?

“I don’t appreciate the attitude.”

She shrugged, “It comes for free.”

Apparently so did her smart mouth.

“I believe I told you to do something?”

“And you just expect me to listen?”

“Yes.” I did, actually.

I dipped my eyes to her bra strap, then flicked my finger, signalling her to get rid of it.

Nova once again held out her hand. “Hi, my name is Novalee Ford and I’m a pain in the ass.”

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