Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(35)

“I can and I will. You’re mine.”

“Not like that. Please, I’m begging you, let me leave.”

“Oh, you’ll be begging all right, but not for that.” He thrust a little deeper, but not too deep. “You know why, baby? Because as much as I want to feast on your sweet cunt, give you an orgasm you’ll never forget and then fuck you right after to show you a glimpse of what we’re gonna have together, I won’t.” He rocked his hips, entering me but only teasing. Torturing me. “No pleasure for you, naughty girl. I’m giving you just the tip, leaving you wanting more so you’ll come beg for it later. Then I’ll decide if I wanna give it to you because I own your orgasms now, baby. And I’m fucking coming inside you now so you’ll know who fucking owns you and your cunt.”

With a groan and a few faster tormenting strokes that were meant to grow the painful need not to ease it, his face hardened as his cum poured thick and hot inside of me bare. He devoured my lips as I clenched around the tip, rubbing myself in a desperate attempt to get any kind of relief.

He’d marked me for the second time, sealing his ownership of me.

If I hadn’t believed him before, I believed him, at least, when he said I was going to beg for him and the kind of pleasure I now understood only he could give me. And I believed him when he said I didn’t have a say in it anymore.

Everything was clear in my head, and every doubt I had about my decisions vanished. I belonged to Laius Lazzarini. I belonged to the president of the Night Skulls.

I belonged to Furore.





CHAPTER 21


Furore



My cut. My bike. My freedom. Nothing could beat having all three of them again. Nothing but the two faces I’d yearned to see the first thing I was out of the gates and neither was there.

Fort’s big arms choked and squeezed me. “Freedom, brother! I got a killer party down at Rosewood for you. The place is torched, but some parts of it were still salvageable. I reckoned it’d be a crack house by now, but lucky people were still afraid of the Night Skulls all this time and never even dared come close to the notorious compound.” He barked a laugh. “I got some bitches hanging there for you, buddy. We’re gonna eat pussy for dinner and get our cocks royally sucked.”

I stared at the parking lot where there was no Jo or Rex. “Where’s he? Where’s Jo?”

“Bro, you know how your boy can be, but he’ll come around. We all did. Look, I’ll tell him to come to Rosewood tonight, and if he still doesn’t show, I’ll go bring him to the party myself. Trust me. When he sees the pussy, he’ll want to stay.” He laughed again, walking me to where our bikes stood.

“And Jo?”

“I don’t know, man. She was at her place this morning.”

“Then?”

“Then I had to bring your bike from Delilah’s and park it here, and then get my ass back to you.”

“Why didn’t you bring her with you?”

He scratched his head. “Uh…aren’t we supposed to be low key so we wouldn’t grab unwanted attention to her? Or was I busting my ass, sneaking around to keep an eye on her without being tailed for no reason?”

“That was before. Now, I’m out. Every motherfucker out there needs to know she’s mine.” I straddled my bike. “Let’s go.”

“To Rosewood?”

“To Jo.”

“What about the party? Ya think it’s the best place to bring her to, bro?”

“Fort, I appreciate you doing all that shit for me and all, but I don’t give a damn about any other pussy than what’s already mine, all right?”

“You sure it’s yours, Prez?”

I glared at him. “The fuck that means?”

“Look around ya. She ain’t here. She knows you’re getting out of the Arena today, and she’s a no show. It says something.”

“Fuck you, bro. Jo is mine, and she knows it. She’s just young and likes to be chased, so what?”

He stared at me like I was a crazy stranger. “Who are you and what did you do to my friend? Since when do you chase, Furore?”

Since a pair of Irish eyes squeezed my dead heart alive.





CHAPTER 22


Jo



Hidden in my car, using a burner, I dialed the number I promised myself once I left Chicago I’d never call again.

He picked up right away. “I’ve been waiting for your call,” he said in his Italian accent and calm tone. “How are you doing, topolina?”

Tears sprung to my eyes the moment I heard his voice. “I’m…I’m well.”

“No, you’re not. You’re crying. What happened? Are you safe?”

“Yes, yeah. Don’t worry about me. Nothing happened.”

“Yet. Nothing happened yet.”

“What do you mean, Michele? Do you know something?”

“I need you to come home so I can take care of you. I’ve only kept my distance all these years because I respected your wishes, but now, you need to come back where I can protect you. You fooled the Lanzas for now, but it won’t be for long.”

“You knew? Of course, you did. You and they are close.”