Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(33)

“No, baby. You see that new, shiny phone he’s playing with? That’s his reward. I’m not ready to share you.” Laius brushed his calloused fingers over my cheek. “I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to share you.”

“You share a lot of women?”

He slid the sunglasses off my face and made sure I was hidden entirely from the guard’s view. “Every time I look into your eyes, something tells me I won’t share another woman ever again.”

My lashes fluttered, and so did my heart. I couldn’t help the little moan that fled my chest. His lips glided under my earlobe and across my jaw and chin. Grinding his erection into my stomach, he seared my skin with his tongue. Then his hand found my neck again, this time closing on my throat.

His eyes roamed hungrily over my body. “Did you do as you were told?”

Breath stuck in my throat, I managed to cock a brow at him.

He stared at my outfit again. A sky blue shirt and an orange summer skirt. Nothing pink. He slid his hand under my skirt and cupped my pussy. I gasped as he gave it a little squeeze before he lifted my skirt to see the color of my panties. Orange like the skirt.

He glared at me, squeezing tighter on my neck and pussy. “You really want to be punished, naughty girl, don’t ya?”

I drenched his palm with my wetness, but I kept my defiant look. His hand on my pussy traveled to my butt and smacked. I hissed, but I didn’t fold. He pinched me, and God if I didn’t enjoy it, the punishment while I was doing the teasing for once.

He unbuttoned my shirt, his fingers on my chest leaving a trail of flames, ripping another hiss from me. “You love to drive me nuts, don’t you, baby?”

Guilty, I smirked. Then when he pushed open my shirt, I knew I won this round.

“Fuck, baby.” He stared at my breasts, at the pink bra I was hiding underneath. “Why didn’t you just say you were my good girl all this time?”

“Who said I want to be your good girl?” I did, but I wanted to tease him more. I wanted him to make me his good girl. I needed to earn it.

He licked his lip before his mouth swooped down on the visible parts of my breasts, licking, biting, devouring. “Fine. Be a bad girl. As long as you’re mine.” Then he pulled them out, took them in with a feral gaze and feasted on my nipples. “You’re so fucking hot.” He groaned, and it sounded painful, the need he had for me intoxicating.

His gaze held me captive. It was always the fucking eyes. The way he looked at me, the way he couldn’t keep his hands off me as if he couldn’t survive another day without having me, dulled away all caution and sense. Under his gaze and touch, I was a bundle of twisted need that craved his attention and nothing else.

He bent a little, and both his big hands were on my boobs, pushing them together. He groaned again as he stared at them. “I wanna cram my cock between your tits and then come all over them.”

My thighs rubbed together with the tangling, sweet pain between them. I loved the way he dirty talked to me. It brought me to a different level of arousal. My fingers tangled in his hair as he sucked hard on my nipple, and I realized this was the first time I touched him without any guidance from him. His hair was so soft yet thick enough to bury my fingers in. I pulled him closer as he tugged and pinched my other nipple, loving the pain of his roughness and the hunger he was showing for my flesh.

“Yes, touch me, baby.” He noticed. “I’m yours like you’re mine.”

I started to unbutton his shirt, doing a lousy job because I couldn’t concentrate on a task as simple as working a few buttons. It took a substantial time, but I finally reached the last button and realized just now he wasn’t wearing anything under it. He shrugged off the shirt for me, and…the woman was too stunned to speak.

He was muscular, but I didn’t think he was that ripped. He’d looked rather on the lean side with his clothes on, but those shoulders, that chest, those abs and that fucking Adonis belt… He was rippling with sinewy muscles and angry tattoos. The perfect amount of muscle and flesh and dark art.

Then I touched him. I dared let my fingers feel the toned sculpture of his body. “Oh God.”

“That’s right, baby. I’m your god. Now, I need you to be a good girl for me and show me what’s mine.”

In a trance, I just pulled my skirt up. His hands were fast on the panties, ripping them out, and then he lifted them to his nose. He grunted and hissed, his eyes pinned on mine, growing darker, almost black with arousal. His breath grew louder as he shoved them in his pocket. “I’m keeping these until the next time I see you.” The sound of his zipper coming undone tore into the silence, and my heart skipped a beat.

“I wanted to wait for this, but I just can’t. I have to have you now.” He wrapped my legs around his waist, his erection poking my hip. “Hold tight.”

Dazed, I couldn’t believe I was in a cell, spreading my legs for a prisoner, about to be fucked by the most gorgeous gangster biker, where an officer kept watch.

My eyes darted at the guard. The back of his bowed head stared at me, yet it triggered something in me. Sanity.

“Don’t look away from me, Jo,” Furore commanded. “Keep your eyes on me.”

“No.”

“No?”

I shook my head, a sudden wakeup call ringing in my head. “Put me down. I’m done.”