Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(34)

“Done with what, baby?”

“Being a dirty whore.” That was what I was. With Tirone and now with Furore. “This needs to stop. I have to stop.”

“You’re not a dirty whore. You’re my dirty whore.” He bit my earlobe and gave me a playful kiss. “My princess, too. I promise once I’m outta here, I’ll spoil the fuck out of you, baby.”

“Until you’re done with me.”

“What?”

All my traumas and insecurities came down on me at once. “Until you don’t want me anymore, and then you’ll throw me away. Then I’ll be a dirty whore that loathes herself for letting more people abuse her like that.”

He scowled at me. Then he put me down carefully yet angrily. His palms caught either side of my face as his eyes bore into me. “Who did this to you before? What motherfucking loser had you and then dared leave you? Who fucking called you a dirty whore, Jo? I’ll rip their fucking tongue out of their throat and shove it up their ass.”

I blinked. Hard. I didn’t expect that response. I didn’t expect anything from him.

“Answer me, baby, who fucking did this? Who fucking hurt you? I’ll kill them.”

“No one,” I answered fast. I didn’t want him to hurt anyone on my behalf. Mostly, because I didn’t want him to get hurt or go back to prison when he was about to be free. I was as protective of him as he was of me. I had to admit, though, it felt good to have someone defending you like that. Someone who cared enough to stand up for you. Someone who wasn’t afraid to go the extra mile to protect you, to make you feel worthy of love.

“Jo, I’m your man now,” he said as a warning. “You have to tell me so I can take care of you.”

The fuzzy feelings he was inducing in me convoluted my thoughts. Instead of embracing them and allowing them in, worry and suspicion took over. “You don’t even know me. You can’t possibly… Why are you trying to—”

“Don’t even say it.”

He looked hurt, but that let suspicion crawl up higher in me. Why would a man like him be soft and gentle and caring to me? Why risk anything for a stranger like me? Why was he so eager to make me believe he genuinely liked me and was willing to do anything for me?

Someone like me that was marked by shame, guilt, abandonment and danger couldn’t be desired that much. Wasn’t worth that much. It couldn’t be real. Right? He was manipulating me. But why? It couldn’t be just to get in my pants. I wasn’t that pretty either.

Could it be another bet? The first to bring the slut teacher in a cell and fuck her would win ten packs of cigarettes. My panties were proof, and the guard was the witness.

It didn’t make any sense, though. He was going out. He wouldn’t care about winning because he wasn’t staying long enough. Then what the fuck was it?

“Listen, Furore, whatever your game is, I don’t want to play.”

“What fucking game? Everything I’ve told you and done for you so far isn’t enough to prove I’m not playing?”

It should have been, but I wasn’t wired to believe I deserved any love or happiness. If my own father didn’t want me, if he’d allowed his wife to send men over to kill me, if the only man that said he loved me dumped me without so much of a word, then how was I supposed to believe anyone else when they said they cared? “I came here today to tell you that it’s over.”

He snorted as his stare dropped to my boobs that were still out and his cock that was digging a hole in my stomach. “Over? Baby, we haven’t even started yet.”

Blushing, I tucked my breasts in and fixed my skirt. “I’m sorry, but I need to leave.” I was ruining everything, but sooner or later things would be ruined anyway. It was best if I did it now myself. “I wish you the best in life and hope you can reconnect with your son.”

I didn’t take two steps before he grabbed my wrist and pinned me to the wall. Then his mouth crushed mine in a demanding, violent kiss. He bit my lips so hard I thought I was bleeding, but he stopped right before, and then his fist cupped my jaw. “If I was using you, if I wanted to fucking hurt you, I’d have done it already and you couldn’t have done anything about it. I put my neck out on the line for you, and you still think I’m speaking out of my ass? You still can’t tell that I’m crazy about you, that I wanna make you mine?”

“Because it doesn’t make any sense. You can’t want me like that, not that much.”

“Yeah?” He grabbed my thighs and hooked me around his hips. Then he guided the tip of his cock to my entrance. “How about now?”

I gasped and whimpered as I squirmed in his grip. Split in half, part of me wanted to bear down on him and make him take care of the pain I couldn’t reach, the other part screamed at me to run. “Laius, please, let me go.”

“No.” He moved the crown of his cock in and out of me in shallow thrusts. “Not before I make you mine.”

Fear thudded in my chest and shamefully made me wetter. “No. Please. I—”

“You don’t have a say in it. Not anymore. You knew what would happen when you came yesterday, and when you came back today. You know I’m never letting you go. I warned you, Jo, but you didn’t listen.”

“No, no, you can’t do this.”