Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(39)

CHAPTER 24


Jo



I clenched hard around his fingers. The tone of his harsh, crass command and the roughness of how he was handling my body sent me spiraling into submission. I loved the pain and humiliation that came with it. The sounds my pussy was making as he pumped his fingers into me were enough proof. But I couldn’t give him my full submission yet, not before I knew one more thing. “No, Laius. I don’t want our first time to be like this.”

“And I said you don’t have a say in it anymore. Not after what you’ve done. You need to be punished, so you’ll take my cock however I like whenever I like over and over until you learn never to ditch me ever again.” He swatted my pussy again, and I’d never been more aroused. Why did I like this so much? “Time for me to teach you a lesson, Miss Meneceo.”

“I understand you’re upset about yesterday, but shouldn’t I be, too?”

“About what?!”

“That lovely woman out there.”

“You broke her fucking nose.”

“Because she was about to attack me when she found out I was asking about you. She was obviously territorial.”

He laughed under his breath as his free hand squeezed around the curve of my waist. “You’re jealous, baby girl?”

“Yes.” There was no point in denying it. “You keep saying I’m yours. Doesn’t that make you mine, too?” I wanted eye contact when I said that. I tilted my head to look at him, but there wasn’t enough leeway. “It’s the only way I’ll have it, Laius,” I said anyway. “I don’t care about club culture or the privileges of your rank, so I want you to answer me honestly. Do you have any serious relationship with that woman or any other woman?”

“No.”

A shred of relief soothed me. “Okay, but did you…”

“Did I what? Fuck her?”

“Um-hum.” I swallowed, bracing for the information he was about to reveal.

“Yes.”

A lump clogged my throat. “Last night?”

“You don’t get to complain, you know? I just came out of prison, and my people came all the way here to throw me that party. I was supposed to be enjoying my freedom, having fun. You would have been a big part of it if you showed up. You were supposed to be there in my fucking bed, taking my cock all night and all morning. Instead, I spent the whole day being a motherfucking idiot. I waited for you, went to find you at your place, fucking twice, and left you a hundred messages. You didn’t even bother to tell me you’re okay.”

“Look, I’m so sorry that I didn’t come yesterday, but I was afraid, okay? Terrified out of my mind that I…” My voice betrayed me.

“Afraid of what?”

“Many things. One of them is this very situation. So tell me, Laius, did you fuck her last night?”

He buried his nose in the side of my neck and then bit the tender flesh in a kiss. “You don’t know how much I wanna hurt you and say yes, but I promised myself I wouldn’t lie to you.” His lips bit my shoulder and then I felt the scruff of his light beard traveling down on my back. His fingers left my pussy, and I almost begged for him to fill that brutal emptiness. I used the little freedom he allowed my body to turn and see him.

He was in his cut, a black t-shirt under it, crouching, his face level with my mound when I faced him. The tip of his cock poked out of his jeans, and a piece of jewelry silvered in it. I tingled with arousal at the sight of it and the anticipation of what it could be doing to my clit.

His fingers dug in my butt, squeezing, bringing me to his mouth. “I didn’t touch a single woman since I’ve learned the smell of your cunt, Jo.” He took a big whiff at my pussy, like a dog and his bitch. It was depraved and animalistic and probably the sexiest thing someone had ever done to me. Then his tongue darted inside of me, licking my wetness. “I don’t think I can even if I want to. I’m addicted to you, you witch.”

I trembled, hiccupping gasps, under the onslaught of his mouth, words, tongue and lips. “Laius.”

He grabbed my hands and brought them to his hair, asking me with his beautiful, lustful gaze to touch him. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him burying his face between my thighs, taking his tongue as deep as possible.

Those Polynesian men and their papaya eating skills had nothing on Laius Lazzarini. As if he’d given me head a thousand times before, his mouth knew where to drive me over to the edge in no time, and his tongue mastered when to flick and when to flutter.

His mischievous eyes lifted to me, needy and smoldering and intent and commanding, as if he was telling me to come with just his gaze, and I was far gone. I moaned as I came hard in his mouth, trying to keep my voice down because the people outside would definitely hear us in this torn down house. But then I changed my mind and screamed as hard and loud as this orgasm. Let them hear it. All of it. Let them know Furore was mine.

“You taste so fucking good, baby. The best thing that ever touched my mouth.” His tongue lapped over me, licking and slurping. “I can’t get enough. Come in my mouth one more time,” he said into my pussy, and I was throbbing with need again even though I just came.

“Does that mean you’re not mad at me anymore?”

“Not even close.”