Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(41)

His face reddened and sweat appeared on his forehead. “You’re so tight. How are you so fucking tight? Don’t tell me you’re a virgin, baby.”

“No. But I… I didn’t…” I stuttered between gasps as he didn’t stop thrusting his hips. It was hard to speak when he was half way inside of me and stroking his way to make me take more of him.

“You didn’t what?” He groaned.

My back arched as I cried out from the incredible stretch and the utter pleasure of his filling me. “I only lost my virginity…a few months ago.”

He stilled, an alarming gleam in his eyes.

“Laius, please, don’t stop. You’ve tortured me enough. You can’t keep doing this to me. I need you. I’m right here, all yours and begging like you said I would because I fucking need you.”

“Tell me you had more than one guy.”

This wasn’t how I imagined my first time with Furore. It had far less talking and much more fucking, and certainly didn’t include any mention of my ex. “That’s out of character coming from you. You sounded like the jealous possessive type. I thought you’d be happy I didn’t sleep with so many men.”

“I am madly jealous and possessive of you.” He slammed into me hard, ripping a painful moan out of me. “That’s why I’m flipping that you only had one guy and it was a few months ago. Are you still seeing him?”

“No.”

“Are you fucking in love with him?” His voice was pure agony and rage.

Shit. I wasn’t ready for this question, and my hesitation turned his stare into flames. “Am I a fucking rebound to you?”

“No, no! God, Laius. If you were a rebound, I wouldn’t be so afraid. I wouldn’t care if you were sleeping with someone else, and I wouldn’t care how you saw me if you knew about…”

“Knew about what?”

Tears sprung to my eyes. “Can we please talk about this later?”

“Knew about what?” he gritted.

I looked away, guilt and shame covering me, but also frustration and despair because I truly needed Laius and he was this close to hating and leaving me. I wished I could have at least known what it felt to be his for one day. “He was my student, okay? I…I slept with my student.”

“So?”

I frowned at his nonchalance. How could he not see the issue? “So it was illegal and forbidden.”

“Who gives a shit? How old was he anyway?”

More shame and tears burned me. “We were supposed to wait until he was eighteen. I insisted, but…” I blew out a shaking breath. “We couldn’t. He was seventeen, and I should have stopped it because I was the fucking adult, but I didn’t.”

“That’s the worst of your shit you didn’t want me to know that you ditched me yesterday for?”

“Yes, Laius. I did a horrible thing, and I can’t forgive myself for it. I was terrified how you were going to see me after I told you.”

“For fuck’s sake. You’re what? Five years older than him. That’s nothing. He was fucking seventeen, and by the looks of it, not a fucking virgin. You were. So he was taking advantage of you, not the other way around. Lucky bastard. And adult my ass. If he was giving dick way before your cunt bled, he was the adult, Jo. He knew what the fuck he was doing, so don’t lose sleep over him.”

That was one way to look at it. Furore’s justification to my crime. Michele was right, and my fears were for nothing. “Then why are you still mad?”

“Because my dick is inside you, hard and aching for you, but you’re in love with some fucking kid.”

“Who said I still loved him? I hesitated earlier because I didn’t want to lie to you, and I hadn’t confronted myself about my feelings for him lately.” Ever since I saw Ty outside the club that night, I felt nothing but pain and anger. I needed to bury all my feelings aside so I could function and deal with the danger I thought I was in back then. I wouldn’t let myself acknowledge any other emotions other than self-preservation and security. If I hadn’t had the call with Michele, I wouldn’t have confronted myself about my feelings for Laius either. “I was in love with him, yes. But it was so wrong and toxic, and it had to end one way or another.”

“How did it end?”

“I don’t want to talk about this.” Not like this. I pointed at our bodies. “Not now.”

“Is he the fucker that called you a dirty whore?”

“He never called me that. He just… He dumped me. He just took off a few months ago, and I never saw him again, okay? Well, I did see him, but he didn’t, in town, twice, when all this time I thought he had to go somewhere with his family.” I should probably tell him that he might have known him, too, since he was at Furore’s party and his dad belonged to the dead chapter, but by the murderous look on his face I wouldn’t mention Tirone to Laius. Not now, not ever. The last thing I wanted was to get Laius in trouble again…or be the reason something violent happened to Ty. I bit my lip as I gazed at his cock halfway packed inside my pussy. “Can we please finish what we started here?”

His eyes twitched as his breath heated between us. Then he thrust in and out of me in slow yet firm moves, getting deeper with each stroke. My mouth hung open with my moaning gasps, and my head lulled back as I begged for more of him.