Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(18)

“You thought you could hide him from me forever?” he huffed.

My eyes bulged with the pressure as he squeezed. “You’re wrong…Laius. He…lied.” Tirone had talked to me about this plan. If there were ever rumors about us, which I now believed there might have been if the Lanzas were so sure about it, he’d leak a story about me and a gay student who hadn’t come out yet. Then when the school discovered the student was gay, I’d be cleared. It was a genius plan. Evil but genius.

Tirone never used it at school, but he used it now with his father. I never thought his own friend who had confided in him and entrusted him with his secret would be the main character of that story. Like I said. Evil.

He shook me. “If anybody is lying here, it’s you, Jo.”

“Fu-ck yo-ou,” I choked hard, my face blazing, my eyes bulging with the pressure. Fury ran wildly through my body. I hated this. I hated how he didn’t trust me. I hated how he was hurting me for it. I hated that no matter how much he hurt me I’d still take it because I fucking deserved it. Even if I wasn’t lying about Mark, I was lying about Ty, and it was a million times worse.

“Yeah?” His grip loosened around my throat, but he didn’t let go completely. I coughed for breath while he started to take off his belt.

“No. Laius, no,” I panted.

He just ripped open my jeans and pulled them down. I kicked at him. He just took it with a few snarls before he swooped down on me and pulled my hips toward his. His cock sprung free from his jeans and pushed against me. “What did I tell you, Jo? Never tell me no. You asked for this shit. You’ll take it. You’ll take whatever I give you.”

“No. No!

He smacked my pussy and then cupped it. “Whose pussy is this, Jo?”

I knew what he wanted me to say, and I wanted to say it because it was hot as hell, even when I was mad at him, but I just pressed my lips.

He slapped it again. “Whose pussy is this?”

God, why did that make me clench this hard? “I don’t know. It doesn’t have a property tattoo to tell me. Why don’t you go ask Mark Chadwick?”

He roared with rage. “I’m gonna kill that fucking shit right in front of you. This is my pussy, you bratty, little bitch. My fucking pussy till the day you die. You hear me? Till the day you fucking die, Jo. Your pussy is mine. You’re mine.” The thick tip of his cock pried me open, making its way into claiming me.

“No. You can’t do this every time we have a fight. I’m done being treated like a fucking object all the time.”

Ignoring me, he thrust his hips, letting the plum-size tip in. I moaned, hating how wet I was, how easy I was making it for him. “Get off of me. I said no! I don’t want—” My words choked amidst my squirms as my eyes met another angry green pair through the crack of the ajar door.

Then everything happened too fast. I didn’t know how he did it because I was busy dropping my jaw, but Ty dashed inside the room, and then Laius was on the floor, cock in the air.

“She said no, you fuck!” Ty yelled on repeat, his right hook flying.

“Ty, stop!” I screamed, jumping into my jeans. “Stop!”

Quickly, Laius took advantage of the moment Ty was distracted glancing at me and captured his son’s forearms, and then he flipped him over. When Laius was on top of Ty, he slapped the shit out his son. “What the fuck were you doing outside my room while I fucked my girl?”

“What the fuck were you doing leaving the door open like that?” I scolded Laius. “Anybody could have walked in. And with your boy in the house, are you crazy? You traumatized your son for life.” Your son who swore to kill you if you touched me. Your son that still thought I was his. Your son that I’d once loved, and he loved me back in his dangerous dark and twisted way that could burn our whole world. I winced at Ty. “And you, what were you thinking hurting your own dad like that?”

“You said no!” Ty barked, taking another swing at Laius.

Fists and growls were flying so fast I couldn’t tell who was hitting whom, but I could see blood splattering.

“Stop! Both of you!” I screamed. “Laius, this is your son. Your fucking son. You can’t do this. Ty, I didn’t mean it like that, okay? Just both of you, stop.”

“You said no! I heard it. Over and over! I told you not to hurt her! You made her drive into the gate! You made her hurt herself, and now you were hurting her! She told you to stop!” Ty was hysteric, and my heart was ripping to shreds with worry about him.

A piece of me died every time he was like that. Yes, it wasn’t the first time I’d seen him like that. When I had, I took him in my arms until he calmed down. Now, I was crippled. “Just calm down. Please,” I sobbed uselessly. “Laius, do something.”

Laius stopped wrestling him. He just held Tirone’s arms immobile and stared at him, worried, too. “Calm down, Son. I wasn’t hurting her. Calm down.”

Ty wouldn’t stop screaming and banging his head against the hardwood floor. I couldn’t bear it. I went on my knees and held Laius’s shoulder. “Get off him. You’re making it worse. Just get out. I’ll handle it.”

He held Ty’s head to stop him from banging it. “I won’t leave until he stops screaming.”

“He won’t stop until you go. Leave before he hurts himself.”