Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(54)

The front jewelry of his cock hit my clit immediately, and the way he began to fill me pushed away every other feeling. When Laius fucked me, there was nothing else but me and him, the sweet pain he poured inside of me, and the promise of the rapturing pleasure he never failed to keep.

“Tell me you didn’t leave me for another guy.” He said as he thrust inside me. “Tell me you didn’t lie to me when you said me too.”

“Laius…”

“Tell me, Jo, because I’m losing my fucking mind here.”

I moaned loudly. “Laius, please.”

“Tell me I didn’t fall in love with another bitch that fucked me over and shit all over my life.”

A gasp stuck in my throat. Did he just say he loved me? Out loud? In this fucked up way, at this fucked up time of all times?

He pulled my hair, my real hair, and I became aware I wasn’t wearing my wig. I blinked to realize I didn’t have my contacts on either. He must have taken them both off. He fucked me harder. His length was splitting me in half more painfully than pleasurably. “Speak, Jo. Did you fuck him?”

“No. Goddammit, Laius. He said he was going to kill you. He took my gun, and he threatened to kill you if I didn’t break up with you and be with him. I did what I had to do to protect you.”

He stilled. Then the next instant his arms were holding me as he rubbed his face on my back and then kissed me hard on my cheek. “You silly girl. You think you needed to protect me from a little boy?”

“You don’t know him. He’s sick, and he would have done it.”

“You should have told me.”

“I couldn’t risk getting you hurt in any way because I love you, too, Furore. I love you so much Laius Lazzarini.”

He pulled my hair again, this time to bring my lips into his, and he devoured me in a heated passionate kiss, slamming into me hard and fast, until I was screaming into his mouth, the orgasm so intense my whole body was shuddering. He followed right away, filling me with the warm gushes of his seed.

He pulled his mouth away from me to allow us both to breathe, but his gaze and arms never left me. We stayed like this for a while, wrapped around each other, with him inside me, our eyes doing all the talking. Then he kissed me again. “You have to tell me exactly what happened and the name of that boy so I could take care of things, so I could keep you safe.”

I told him everything but left out three pieces of information. My ex’s name. The fact the he raped me with a gun. And why I was on my way to Chicago.

Michele. I was calling him when Furore’s men attacked me. Shit, did my call go through? “Where is my phone? Did your men get my phone?”

“Who the fuck cares? I’ll get you another one. They’re fine, by the way. Hook who you shot, and Texas who you almost broke his legs with your kicks. Where did you learn these moves and who taught you how to shoot?”

I huffed. “Whom.”

“What?”

“Hook whom you shot, and Texas whom you almost broke his legs.”

He pulled out of me, his cum spilling between my thighs. “You’re giving me a grammar lesson right now?”

“I’m sorry they were hurt, but your men were kidnapping me. I didn’t know who they were. And those moves didn’t do me any good. They still succeeded at abducting me.”

He unchained me, and I let out a sigh of relief. Those things hurt. I tried to sit, but every muscle and limb of mine was sore. Then the searing pain in the flesh of my buttock infuriated me. “I can’t believe you gave me a property tattoo.” I was officially a biker’s slut. How did my life turn that way? From a high school English teacher to a patch whore with a property tattoo?

You were a teacher who slept with her students. A patch whore isn’t so much of a downgrade from a teacher slut.

“I can’t believe you’re still dodgy about all the shit that happened. I need straight answers, Jo, starting with the name of that punk.”

“Why? So you’d kill him? How does that make you any different from him, Laius?”

“I told you never to compare me to another guy.”

“Well, you two are oddly alike, and I sure know how to pick them.”

“Jo! He pulled a motherfucking gun at you!”

“Because he’s jealous and overtly possessive just like you. He saw me with you, so he decided to take me back whatever it took. How was that any different from your kidnapping me when you thought I left with another guy? How was he threatening to kill you any different from you threatening to kill him now?” How was cuffing me to a bed and fucking me to reclaim me any different from what Tirone did to me in my apartment? Yes, Tirone was more extreme with his methods, but the principles were still the same.

How did I fall for the same dark and twisted type twice? How was I turned on by all that toxicity and violence? How did I feel safe amidst all that danger? Because, fuck me, I was glad Laius did what he did and I was with him, under his protection.

“Are you saying that I’m sick, too?” he asked.

What if he was? What if he wasn’t just a criminal, resorting to violence to solve problems because it was the only way he was accustomed to? What if Tirone wasn’t sick at all and was just evil like his father or decided to follow his dad’s lead? I didn’t know anything anymore. I was more than confused and my moral compass wasn’t pointing north anymore because there was one thing I knew for sure.