Was Novalee a virgin?
It was an important question. If she wasn’t a virgin then my entire plan was out the window. My father would never approve of one of his sons marrying ‘used goods’ as he would call it. Meaning we could kill them, which I was all for.
Then again, if Nova was a virgin, it would make the defilement of Kato Ford’s baby sister that much sweeter. I wouldn’t just be taking her from him, I could mold Novalee into my perfect little sex slave and parade her around like a trophy, inducing long term suffering on her piece of shit brother.
But which outcome would I prefer? That was the true question.
Did I want to end the entire Ford family line, or punish Kato through his baby sister? Death was easy, but mental fuckery… that could really mess someone up.
I guess when the time came we would know, one way or the other. My father would insist on an examination to prove purity.Unless...
My eyes fell back down to that mocking smile.
I found out for myself.
Sure Atlee said she was a virgin and he seemed to have a knack for sniffing those things out. But that was no guarantee. Sooner or later everyone was wrong.
I trailed my finger along Nova’s thigh and dipped the tip under the leg band of her panties. It would be so easy to find out. Just stick my finger in and see if her hymen was still intact. I didn’t even have to see her pussy to do it.
My eyes rolled up to Nova’s sleeping face and I stopped, because there was one thing I wanted to see.
The look in her eyes when I violated her. I wanted to watch her break when she realized how truly fucked she was. Then I’d taste her guilt when I made her come so fucking hard that she would never stop hating herself.
That’s what I wanted.
I wanted to take the one pure thing Kato Ford had and twist it into something depraved and needy. I would take his baby sister and make her mine, just like he took my brother from me.
NOVALEE
Ihad no idea what happened last night, but I did know I was extremely comfortable. My sheets were all silky and smelled like jasmine and my bed was cradling me like a fluffy cloud… wait a minute…
My bed wasn’t fluffy. It was a lumpy road with the occasional soft spot. And it certainly wasn’t warm. This wasn’t right. Where was the spring stabbing me in the side and scratchy blanket that smelled like mothballs?
I sniffed the air and crinkled my nose. Was that jasmine and cedar? What the hell? There was something familiar in the scent, but still… Who could sleep like this? All warm and smelling good. It wasn’t natural. A person should want to get out of their bed not stay in it. If Maw Maw changed my mattress again…
Alert caused the hairs on the back of my neck to rise.
My head was moving. Not much but enough that I could feel the steady rise and fall, as if someone was breathing. That’s when I noticed the heartbeat faintly pulsing under my ear.
Oh God I was on someone’s chest.
This was not good. What the hell happened last night? I suppose it could be worse. At least I knew where my pants were. Or did I?
I carefully swept my hand over my hip, searching for the denim material of my shorts.
All I got was the cotton fabric of my underwear. Meaning I once again lost the bottom half of my outfit, this while I was in bed with what I assumed to be some random guy.
Fantastic.
My heart started pounding in my chest as I told myself to calm down. There was a rational explanation for this. Like the person I was laying could be a jack up woman. Girls came in all different shapes and sizes. Sure the chest I was laying on was abnormally hard, but that didn’t mean it was a guy. Of course the lack of breasts might say otherwise… Damnit. Why did logic have to ruin everything?
Wait… I was so dumb. This was obviously Memphis. Wouldn’t be the first time we woke up cuddling. Except Memphis didn’t really have much for muscles, or tone, or fat for that matter. Then again, he had been talking about working out?
Keeping my eyes closed, I gently patted my hand down on the skin next to my head and froze when my fingers ran over the hard ridges of abs. Yup, this definitely wasn’t Memphis. There was no way he would have an eight pack. I didn’t even know that was possible. Who the hell was this freak, and could I sneak away without waking them up?
I shifted my hips then stopped when I heard a muffled groan.
Son of a bitch.
