Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(54)

“I showered at the motel.” I did after I’d sent Ty away. I couldn’t sleep next to him after what he’d said. He hadn’t known then that was how I felt. I’d only argued that if Furore had decided to visit—and he did—finding us in bed like that would have been the worst way to tell him the truth. Ty had agreed and went to Fort to kill any suspicions.

Furore’s dark gaze that seemed to pierce right through me, reading all my secrets, had returned. I wouldn’t buckle under it. I wouldn’t speak. As hard as I disagreed with Ty’s approach, as much as I wanted to tell Furore the truth, a father and son killing each other—Ty would, and Furore’s lack of answer when I asked if he would wasn’t promising either—wasn’t something I could live with. Screw honesty if it ended in blood.

“How do you feel about what Tirone said?” I asked. “Are you okay with it?”

“It explains a lot.” His eyes glistened with a dangerous, predatory gleam as he strode toward me. My heart leapt. I didn’t know what to think or expect.

Suddenly, his palm held my chin firmly and his mouth crushed mine, lips, tongue, teeth, in a violent kiss. “You’re mine. No one, no one will take you from me.”

My head spun from that kiss, but my heart thrashed with the dark notes in his vow. Laius wasn’t stupid. He knew something or, at least, had a strong suspicion he wouldn’t let go until it was confirmed. “Okay.”

He bent to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Then he brought out my kindle. “Open it.”

Confusion hooked my brows as I turned the device on. “And?”

“What’s the hottest scene you’ve read?”

“What?”

“This thing is packed with smut. Open the hottest, dirtiest scene you’ve ever read.”

Furore and Tirone were more alike than they both would like to admit. “Why?”

“We’ll do it.”

Heat flashed down my core. “That’s…hot, but aren’t you tired? Last night was intense, and you have Church.”

“Open it, Jo. Yesterday you were supposed to teach me what you liked, remember? Before Tirone had a fit…like he did every time I touched you.”

My breath caught. He knew. He fucking knew. “Laius—”

“I told you before I’d fuck your ex out of you until nothing was left but me. So open the Goddamn thing and show me how you like to be owned.”

Hiding my shame and guilt was futile and so was hiding the truth. He didn’t need my words. He could see right through me. It was danger and relief all in one. Swallowing, I browsed through the highlights and opened the one scene I’d read at least a hundred times before.

Heartbeat echoing in my temples, eyes down, I handed him the kindle.

His eyes ate the lines and his finger swiped fast, the eagerness evident. The anticipation alone sent successive throbs in my pussy.

“I thought you wanted to be my bad girl,” he finally said.

“I want to be punished. I want to be praised. Either way, I like to earn it. Is that a problem?”

“I don’t care if you’re a good girl or a bad girl. You’re my girl. To protect.” He bit my earlobe. “To corrupt,” he whispered darkly, undressing me. “I’ll own you, ruin you for anyone else, so you can never feel this way about another man.”

Giddy, I swallowed. He lifted me by the thighs and rested me against the wall. He hooked my ankles around his hips as he ravished my pale skin with his mouth, nibbling and kissing every inch. When he reached the apex of my thighs with his finger, I writhed against him, moaning while he pinched my nipple.

“Say you need me,” he growled.

“I need you.”

“To touch you? To lick you? To fuck you?”

“Everything. I need you, Laius, in every way possible.”

He carried me—God, he was so strong—and sat us on the bed. Then he lay down and grabbed me by the ass, pulling me toward him. “Be a good girl and sit on my face.”

My eyes bulged. I’d never done this before. With my weight, I didn’t think that would ever be a good idea. He didn’t give me a chance to protest. Hoisting me up by the hips, he settled me over his face and pulled me down until my pussy was in his mouth.

His tongue slid deep as he fucked me with everything possible in that position, his mouth, his nose, even his gaze. I cried out with the new pleasure while he stared up at me. He was watching me with carnal need as he consumed me, as he owned and ruined me like he promised.

He stopped for a second that was cruel torment. “You’re a very bad girl. I said sit, not hover.”

“I’m scared. I’ll smother you.”

“You’d better if you wanna be my good girl.”

“What?”

“I want to breathe nothing but the smell of your pussy until you drench my beard with your sweetness, baby girl.”

“Jesus…”

He tsked. “Furore. I’m your God, Jo, so pray for forgiveness and earn your redemption.”

Fuck. Giving up on the hovering, I settled my weight down on his expert mouth and ground harder. He sucked and licked at my clit while I screamed, begging, my knuckles white as I squeezed the hard muscles of his arms.

My spine curved as my pussy pulsed against his tongue and my thighs clenched around his head. He nodded his approval, as if he was saying, “Yes, that’s it. That’s my good girl,” as he lapped up every drop.