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I didn’t put her on the counter for fun. Her wounds needed to be properly cleaned and dressed. If I left this shit up to her then the Gio carved into her skin would surely be infected by now. Thankfully, it was almost healed. And nicely I might add. It no longer required dressing. The antiseptic I still applied. This was Nova after all.

“I don’t need your help.” Nova winced away from the cloth in my hand.

Sighing, I placed my hands on the counter on either side of her ass and looked in her hazel eyes. “Do you have to be so difficult?”

“Do you have to be an asshole?”

“You like it when I’m an asshole.”

She jerked her head to the side and lifted her chin. “No I don’t.”

Not even she believed that, but I could play along.

I pushed my hand up her thigh. “Are you telling me that you want me to make love to you?”

That shit made me want to gag.

“Gently caress your curves…” I leaned in, pressed my lips to her collarbone and grazed my nose up her neck. “Kiss every inch of your body.”

“Eww,” Nova pushed me back. “Stop that. It’s creepy. Be an asshole again.”

“Exactly what I thought. Now shut the fuck up and let me finish.”

She finally complied, albeit it was with a pout on her face, but at least she stopped moving.

I went about cleaning her wounds and inspecting the bruise on her jaw—which I was still tempted to kill Marty for—whileshe sat back and glared at me. Occasionally Nova would quip some smart ass remark, like screw you, and I hate you. But my favorite was when she huffed, crossed her arms and muttered, “my ass hurts.”

That one made me smirk. I bet her ass did hurt, but it would’ve hurt a lot more without any preparation. Even with the plug, her tight little asshole did not want to let me in.

“Anal sucks. I don’t like it.”

I smoothed the last bandage on her arm, said, “you will,” and bent forward to kiss the top of her breast.

“Okay, um, we are never doing that again.”

That’s what she thought. There were at least three other sizes in that package of butt plugs I bought.

She cocked a brow down at me, “I’m serious, Gio.”

I answered her by pulling her nipple between my teeth and biting down until she squealed and slapped the top of my head.

“Let’s get one thing straight,” pulling my mouth away, I slapped my hands down on the counter, caging her in my arms and growled in her face. “You don’t decided how I fuck you. You just take it.”

“Why?” She spat back. “Are you going to drown me if I don’t.”

Jesus Christ.

“Maybe if you had cooperated…” It was just a damn bath.

That was the first thing I did when we got back here. Nova was covered in dirt and wounds from her fight. I didn’t want her getting an infection. Plus a warm soak would help with any soreness she had. Not that she did a whole lot of soaking.

“You know, some girls like to bathe with their fiancés.”

“And some girls don’t have dicks for fiancés that will stick things in their ass.”

Alright, that was it.

“How about we do it again?” I dropped my hand, pulled her hips forward, and pushed a finger in her back hole.

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