Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(67)

“Holy fucking…” He dominated me in a heartbeat, giving me his wildness, which I took gladly until I was drenching him one more time.

“Did I do good, princess?”

“Yes,” I panted. “You’re a very good boy.”

“Can I come?”

I nodded, sweaty and spent. “Give me a necklace.”

He groaned a curse, pounded me a few more times before he pulled out, held his cock and covered my breasts with his thick, warm cum.

We stared at each other with wide, sated grins for a while. Then his lips embraced mine in a loving kiss. “I’m gonna make you happy, Jo, and safe.”

“I believe you. I hope I can make you happy, too.”

“You already do. I’ve never been happier.”

The loudness of the ongoing party downstairs suddenly came to my attention. In the haze of the orgasms Laius was giving me, my focus was solely on him and the pleasure he made me feel. “Are they going to party until morning?”

“For sure.”

“Hmmm, what about yesterday? Did you have another party?”

“You mean like a bachelor party?”

“Yes.”

“Princess,” he rubbed the tip of his nose against mine, “my last bachelor party lasted fifteen-years. I didn’t need another one yesterday.”

“Awww. You’re so sweet.”

“Nobody ever called me that, but I’ll take it…only from you.” He tilted his head at the door. “I could kill for a cigarette.”

“Go ahead. I told you I didn’t mind.”

“Not gonna ruin your lungs, though. I’ll go light it outside and check that everything is all right, too.”

“Okay. Don’t be long.”

“I won’t. I ain’t done with you. Don’t sleep.”

“I ain’t done with you either.”

With a chuckle, he put on his pants but took off his jacket and shirt. “Do you want anything? Food, drinks?”

“You know what else I’ve never tried smoking?”

The way he smiled meant he knew the answer. “I got ya. Will bring the good stuff.”

I couldn’t help the internal squeals. I was going to get high for the first time with my super cool husband who had no problems corrupting me. Living on the edge hit differently with Furore. Alone, it was bleak and dreadful. With him, it was so much fun.

I went to the bathroom to freshen up. Should I clean the pearl necklace or keep it for the next round? With the buzz it felt to have my ol’ man’s cum on my chest, I decided to keep it and wear it with pride. Staring at my flushed face in the mirror and the wide grin I couldn’t take off, I saw the person I always wanted to feel like. After twenty-three years of misery, I was finally myself, unafraid and ridiculously happy.

When I came back into the bedroom, the lights were turned off. There weren’t many to begin with. Furore had adjusted the lights for me to accommodate the sensitivity of my eyes. After wearing contacts all day, the irritation was a nightmare. Now, all the lights were turned off, though.

“Laius?”

A shadow moved in the corner.

“Laius, is that you?” I hurried to turn on the bedside lamp, but strong, familiar, arms wrapped around me from behind, incapacitating my own and pinning me to the wall, and then fingers curled tightly around my neck. A scream got stuck in my throat. “What the hell?”

A man’s erection dug in my backside and then slid to pry me open. I fought with all my force, but when the familiar cock metal hit my folds I fucking stopped, relaxing a bit. “Jesus, Laius. What game is this? And what did you not say something? You could have given me the heads up.” I didn’t know he was into CNC. Or did he read some of my kindle highlights, like Tirone did, and decided to recreate another scene? CNC was one of my many kinks in smut, but not my favorite. I wasn’t saying I disliked it, but it didn’t make it to the top five.

When I relaxed, knowing I was safe, I enjoyed the adrenaline rush the fear gave me along with his hard strokes that had me moaning in no time. However, he needed my consent first.

Besides, it was our wedding night. I didn’t want to remember it that way. “This would have been much sexier if we’d agreed on a scenario. Do you want me to fight and say no or surrender in fear to the dark villain?”

His angry fucking was the only answer I was getting.

“Laius, I don’t like this,” I moaned at the roughness, more in pain than pleasure. I want my good boy.”

“You had your good boy once. Then you betrayed him. That’s all you get now, bitch.”





CHAPTER 36


Tirone



They ruined my life. Now, I’ll fuck up theirs.

It hurt my pride that she didn’t recognize me right away. How could she think I was him? Did we smell the same? Touch her the same? Fuck her the same?

I knew the piercings fooled her. It was the point, but I still believed she could tell the difference. If she didn’t, who would?

“No, no, no, Tirone, no,” she whimpered. “What the fuck? What the fuck? This is—”

“Revenge. Pay-fucking-back.” I thrust my cock inside her. “It’s what you get when you make a whore of yourself. When you belong to a man and go marry someone else.”