Chapter 14

Iwas going to fucking kill her.

Nova had been testing my sanity all week long. Laughing and smiling at her blonde friend, while playing around in home ec with Atlee like they were at summer camp or some shit. I had to listen to bitches drone on and on about how fucking cute they were for days. It was bullshit, and I intended to make her pay for every single time my jaw ticked.

Novalee was already treading on thin ice. And what did she do? She ignored my god damn texts then sent me on a wild goose chase that cost me three dollars and twenty-six cents. I hope she enjoyed that muffin. By the time I was done with her, the only thing Nova would be able to taste was the pain radiating from her ass.

I yanked on the steering wheel and tore down the driveway, kicking loose rocks up into the air with my back tires. Nova's beat up truck was parked by the house. I could see her sitting inside sipping on from a takeout cup, like she didn't have a care in the world.

My tires squealed to a stop as my nostrils flared with the scent of burning rubber.

When Nova stepped causally out of her truck, I lost it. I threw my door open and charged out onto the driveway with murder on my mind.

Who the fuck did she think she was? I did not put up with this childish bullshit from anyone. Especially not her. Nova would damn well do what I told her to, when I told her to, period. There were no ifs, ands or buts. This shit was going to stop now!

"Hey." Nova lifted her chin and gave me a smile that made my teeth grind. "What took you so long?"

I stopped cold.

Every muscle in my body tensed as I physically felt my mind snap in a single pop that sent a river of rage boiling through my veins. What fucking took me so long? Did she want to die?

I stared back at her stand there in the fading sun, wearing powder blue cotton shorts and a light pink tank top. But it was the look on her face–coated in sweetness and dripping with victory–that my hand itch to crack off the side of her face.

One lowly growled word came out of my lips. "Run."

That spark of satisfaction on her face melted away as her big hazel eyes rounded. "Gio?—"

She didn't look so fucking smug now.

"Run," I repeated. "Run now and run fast."

It wasn't a threat, it was a warning. Novalee didn't know what the meaning of pain was, but she was about to find out.

With one frantic twist, Nova whipped around, causing her hazelnut hair to flutter behind her. I watched her leg lift, knee bent to sprint away as adrenaline surged through my system. A game of hunter and prey was exactly what I needed to burn off some of this anger. Otherwise, I'd snap her neck, which was against my father's rules for our agreement.

I prepared to give chase as Nova ran front first into her truck. She was too busy looking over her shoulder at me to see it parked there. A loud bang rang through the air as her ribs met the side of the hood and she was pushed back roughly onto the pavement behind her.

I wanted to shake my head when she smacked down with an oof and gargled groan. How hopeless was she?

"Son of a bitch." She coughed and curled in on herself. "That hurt."

I bet it did.

Arching a brow down at her I let out a sigh. "What the fuck was that?"

She literally knocked the wind out of herself.

Nova rolled her head along the ground to look up at me, and sucked in a strangled breath. "I regret the muffin."

A fucking muffin was the last thing she should be regretting.

"Get up."

A finger in the air. "Give me a minute."

I wasn't giving her shit.

"You have till to the count of ten."

"I'm gonna need more than that."

Too bad. "One."

Letting out a loud groan, Nova flopped onto her back and fluttered her eyes up at me. "Really?"

"Two," was the only answer she was getting.

"A little leeway would be nice."

I was not the leeway type. "Three."

"Ugh, fine." She grumbled as I counted the next number.

By the time I got to six she'd pushed herself up to sit. I continued to count as I watched Nova shuffle her feet under her and slowly pull herself up. She made of show of it, muttering complaints, while acting like she was dying. But when I counted the last number, she was standing on her feet as I instructed.

So she can obey after all. She just choses to piss me off.

"Happy?" she spat out while shooting me a dirty look.

Not in the slightest, but I would be less pissed off after I beat her ass black and blue.

"Do I look fucking happy to you?"

"I can't really tell. It's hard to see through the searing pain shooting up my tailbone."

"Go whine to someone who gives a –" My eyes dropped down to a red trickle running down her leg from a small scrape just above her knee. "You're bleeding?"

She looked down and shrugged. "It's just a scratch."

"That's not a fucking scratch." It was a mark on her body that I didn't put there.

I couldn't stop staring at that small red slash. It was taunting me. Urging me to lunge forward and dig my fingers into it, to separate her flesh and make the mark mine.

"Careful Gio, I might start to think you actually care."

My eyes snapped up to hers. "Turn around and put your hands on the hood."

I'll show her how much I fucking cared.

She opened her mouth as a "Yeah Baby," came from somewhere above us.

We both looked up to see one of my father's men was standing on the upper balcony watching us. Tony Valentina was a creep that lurked around the house. One time I caught him jerking off in the closet while the maid cleaned the kitchen. Needless to say, I wasn't surprised to his gaze locked on Nova's chest.

"You got a fucking problem Tony?"

"No." He braced his arms on the railing and leaned over it. "But it looks like you do."

"She is none of your business."

"No offence, I'm just admiring the nice piece you have."

This mother…

"That's right, this is my piece." I stepped in front of Nova to black his view. "You wanna try and take it from me?"

I'd shoot him in the head right fucking now if I had my gun on me.

"Um, excuse me." Nova tapped me on the back. "Did you just refer to me as a piece?"

My neck snapped to the side, rolling my glare over my shoulder. "Was I talking to you?"

"No, you were talking about me, which grants me the right to interject my opinion."

"No one wants your opinion."

A snicker came from the balcony. "It doesn't sound like she's yours."

Oh, I was going to kill this asshole.

"That's because I'm not."

Scratch that, I was going to kill her.

"Care to rephrase that? Or did you forget our deal?"

She scoffed out a snort. "That doesn't make me your piece."

Is that what she thought?

I spun around, grabbed her throat, and slammed her back against her truck so hard that her face contorted as a huff of air blew past her parted lips.

"You are my piece."

Stepping in on her, I bent her back over the hood of her truck.

"You're my piece of whatever the fuck I want you to be."

My hand pushed up under her shirt and up to her breast. "These tits," Nova winced as I pinched and twisted her nipple. "Are mine."

"Careful, or you might tear off a piece of my boob." She snarled back at me.

"This smart mouth…" my lips slammed down on hers, taking her mouth in a possessive kiss with a sharp bite to her bottom lip. "That's mine too."

Her glare shone with hatred but I wasn't done yet. I dropped my hand and shoved down the front of her shorts, causing the fabric to give way and tear slightly. Something small pinged off my abdomen. Her button I assumed, but didn't really give a shit. My mind was on one thing. The sweet spot between her thighs.

"And this…"

Nova freaked out when I slipped my fingers under the waistband of her panties. She tried to stop my descent, tugging on my arm as I wedged my hand between her squeezed thighs. But she was no match for me.

"This pussy…" I practically groaned when my finger slipped through her folds and was met with dampness. "This sweet fucking pussy, is mine too."

One flick of her clit caused fear to flood into Nova's gaze. "Stop it, Gio."

Not a fucking chance. She'd be lucky if I didn't fuck her right here. The quiver in her tone was making me hard.

"He's watching."

"Good," I hissed. "I want him to watch."

And Tony was watching. His attention was locked solely on us. That didn't deter me. If anything it spurred me on. I wanted him to watch her come apart at my hands, so he would see who she belonged to.

But Nova had other ideas. She reached up and smacked me across the face.

I responded by giving her clit a hard pinch. That's when I realized what she was really afraid of. It wasn't because of our audience, or the way I was glaring down at her. Nova didn't want me to know that this shit turned her on. The rougher I was with her, the wetter she got.

Fuck me.

"You like this shit, Gattina."

Nova lifted her chin and insisted, "No I don't."

"Yes you do. I bet you almost came when I spanked you?"

There was an idea I couldn't get out of my head.

"You wish." She gritted as I slid my finger over her nub.

"I told you you were my piece." I folded over her, bringing my lips to her ear. "You're my piece of fuck meat."

While a snotty curl tugged on her lip, the bob I felt under my palm from a silent gulp gave her away. A part of her liked the things I was saying.

"I hate you."

"You sure about that?" I rolled her clit between my thumb and finger, causing Nova to bite back a groan. "Because I think you like me just fine."

"Fuck you." She ground out as I continued to toy with her.

"Don't worry, that's coming. But first you're going to be a good girl and come all over my hand while that prick watches."

I swirled my finger around her clit, pressing and pinching that bundle of nerves until Nova's nails were digging desperately into my forearm. I soaked up the sting biting into my skin and reveled in the flush tinting her fair complexion. Her hazel eyes remained locked on mine with hatred unlike any I'd ever seen. I'd never been so hard in my life.

"Let go Gattina. Just give in."

"Never." Nova shook her head and fought against the pleasure I was forcing on her.

The way her face scrunched up as she struggled was cute. She was trying so hard to deny me, but it wouldn't work. I was better at this game than she was.

"Stop fighting." I pressed my lips against her cheek and whispered, "It won't help. I'll get what I want."

Nova's expression hardened with every swipe of my finger. She could deny wanting this it all she wanted, but all the signs were there. Heaving chest, dilated pupils. She'd even given up trying to pull my arm away and was just holding on.

She was two seconds away from bursting. Her pussy was throbbing with need, and still the stubborn little bitch refused to give in and let one moan out. She simply glared back at me with a clenched jaw.

I'd never wanted to fuck anyone more in my life.

"You feel that? That's your pussy about to come all over my fucking fingers."

Not Atlee's, or that motherfucker up on the balcony, but mine.

"I will never come for you."

I snorted. "It's cute that you think you have a choice."

The second she made that deal, she lost all freewill.

Though I did have to hand it to her, Nova fought hard to hold herself back. But I knew I won the second I felt her muscles seize. Her back bowed as Nova let out a moan that rang through my ears like the sweetest victory bell.

I continued to stroke her clit, dragging her orgasm out as I looked back up at Tony.

"Look at my fiancé again, and I'll rip your eyes out of your fucking skull."

The word fiancé caused Tony's demeanor to instantly change. All amusement dropped off his face as he held up his hands in surrender. You didn't fuck with a man's wife.

"Sorry Gio, I didn't mean any disrespect."

The irony of the situation wasn't lost on me. I'd been fucking Dominic Barone's wife for four years. That didn't stop me from wanting to hurt any man that looked at Nova in a way I didn't like. Maybe that made me a hypocrite? Or maybe it meant I'd be a better husband than Dom?

I didn't give a shit. Because the second I pulled my hand out of Nova's shorts and sucked her sweet nectar off my fingers, I knew that I wouldn't just hurt someone for looking at her.

I'd skin the asshole alive.

Tony gave me one more apology before walking back in the house, leaving Nova and I alone in the driveway.

I thought for sure Nova was going to say or do something to piss me off. That seemed to be her go to response, though at this point I was starting to think that she was born a stubborn pain in the ass. But she wasn't so stubborn when I looked down at her.

She was a mess, all sweaty with hair stuck to her forehead, and utterly pissed off. There was a fire burning in her eyes, like green and golden flames of fury. That was expected. Nova didn't like to lose. But there was something else toying with the expression on her face, that made me tip my head.

Her brows slightly pulled together while her lips parted as if she wanted to say something, but nothing came out. it was almost like she was searching for something, or trying to figure something out. Not me, but something. I wasn't sure she even knew what it was.

We stood there silently staring at each other as moonlight began to crest over the horizon. I couldn't help but think how beautiful she looked with the afterglow of a fresh orgasm tinting her cheeks. Watching her come once wasn't nearly enough.

I wanted to rip her shorts off and devour her pussy until I'd had my fill of the sweet flavor lingering in the back of my throat. But I also wanted to hurt her. I wanted to make her bleed and cry out for mercy while I plowed deep inside her.

That was an urge I refused to give into. Not yet anyway. I'd fuck her, but not until she was begging for it. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of being able to throw her sister's accusations about my brother in my face.

Novalee Ford would have to earn my cock.

I let go of her neck as my eyes once again fell down to the scratch on her leg. I loathed that thing almost as much as I loathed the thought of another man touching her. She didn't fuck Simon, but did she do anything else with him? Did that slimly weasel have his hands on her hot cunt? Did he get to see what her face looked like screwed up in ecstasy? I needed to find that prick. He had a lot to answer for.

"Well," Nova spat out. "Aren't you going to tell me to suck your dick now?"

I unfurled my fists and cocked a brow her way. "Do you want me to tell you to suck my dick?"

Since that day a week ago, shoving my cock down her throat again was the only thing I could think about.

"That's how this works, isn't it?"

No, that's how she wanted this to work because then she could hate me instead of hating herself. Did she really think I'd make it that easy?

I tipped my chin towards the driver's door of her truck. "Get your shit."

She hesitated for a split second before begrudgingly storming over to snatch a pink backpack off her seat.

I eyed the strap slung over her shoulder and cocked a brow. "That's it?"

"Yeah?"

"You have everything you need in that little bag?" I'd seen girls pack more than that for one night.

"How long do you think I'm staying?"

Whatever, if she forgot something that was on her.

"Come on."