Page 81 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

Gio reached in his pocket and placed something on the counter that made my brows knit. And it wasn’t a ring. It was a… I don’t know what it was. It was metal, kind of egg shaped, but not as round, with what I could only describe as a stem with a big gem at the end. How I was supposed to wear that thing, I had no idea. There were no chains or hooks that I could see.

“What the hell is that?”

The only response I got was a coy smirk.

GIOVANNI

“Jesus.” My arm shot out to grab Nova as she tripped over her own feet.

She slapped my arm away. “I don’t need your help.”

“Are you sure, cause I’ve seen newborn calves with better walking skills than you?”

If I didn’t know any better I’d say she’d spent all night drinking with my dad and uncle. It was easier to get them up the stairs to bed, then it was to get her down the hallway. My room was less than a hundred feet away – I could see my door fromhere – and this was the third time she’d tripped over her own feet.

“It’s not my fault.” Nova whined. “These shoes suck.”

I disagreed, those strappy heels looked hot on her. Those shoes were going to stay right where they were when I fucked her tonight. There was something about a naked girl in heels that got me going. Add in a messy bun and I was done.

“Seriously,” Nova kicked her leg out, causing my eyes to trickle up her calf to the top of her thigh where the slit in the white chiffon material ended.

Fuck me. I might also have to leave that dress on when I fuck her. She looked like a tempting angel waiting to be defiled. The only thing I’d been able to think about when I saw her in that outfit, was bending her over while I fisted the pile of curls on the top of her head.

“Whoever designed these things hates feet and wants to see them suffer.”

“Oh stop complaining. Do you know how many girls would kill for those shoes?”

I didn’t, but Kendall was excited to find them in Nova’s size. Fashion wasn’t really my thing. Brand names didn’t mean shit. Louis Vuitton, Calvin Klein, or Walmart. They all tore the same.

“Well, they don’t have to walk in them with something shoved up their ass.” Nova sneered up at me.

My brow arched, “you wanna walk in them with something bigger in your ass?”

The butt plug she currently had in was the smallest size I had.

The blades of hatred she shot my way made me smirk. She wouldn’t be complaining if she knew what else would be in her ass by the end of the night. My dick was a lot bigger than that butt plug.

“Now come on,” I held out my arm for her to hold onto. “Our guests are waiting.”

“They’re your guests.” Rejecting my help, she lifted her chin, took a step and fumbled.

I shook my head. “You got this?”

“Yes, I got this.” She hissed back at me. “I know how to walk in heels.”

“You sure about that because the last five minutes would say otherwise?”

She gave me a dirty look and headed down the stairs.

I followed close behind, ready to grab her when she went face first down the steps. I don’t know if it was stubbornness or her deep seeded need to prove me wrong, but Nova suddenly became graceful. She glided along and stopped at the bottom of the stairs to smile back at me.

“See?”

“Congratulations.” I sighed. “You have the walking skills of a toddler.”

The smile fell off her face, “you know what?”

“What?” I challenged.

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