Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(68)

“You’re raping me,” she sobbed.

“You didn’t even know who was fucking you until I spoke. You’re a bitch. It’s what bitches get.”

“Please, stop,” she gurgled.

“Or what? You’ll scream? Go for it. You’ll tell him? I want you to. Let the mighty king know he couldn’t protect his wife on their wedding night. Let him know another cock fucked your dirty pussy in his own house, in his fucking bedroom. Let him know you’re ruined.”

“I’m not ruined, and I won’t let you ruin my marriage.”

I chuckled, and then I groaned, defiling her pussy for him, filling it with my cum. “It’s already done, little faerie.”

“I made him promise not to hurt you. Now, I’ll make him kill you himself.”

“Not if I killed him first.” Without pulling out my cock, feeling a few drops of my cum trickling out of her, I pinched her nipple. “Did you know if your ol’ man died, you’d have to marry another from the club?”

“If you even think—”

“I don’t give a shit about having a life with you anymore, and I don’t want your husband out of the way. I want him to live. I want to look him in the eye every day, smiling at him while knowing I fuck his wife under his roof while he can’t do anything about it. I want to watch you crumble day by day with the guilt and shame you deserve until you go to fucking pieces so you can feel a slice of what you did to me.”

“You promised me, Tirone. You promised you wouldn’t hurt me again. You promised you wouldn’t try to break us up again.”

“And you promised me forever. Where’s my forever with you, Jo? Why did you give it to someone else? Love cools, friendship falls off, brothers divide; in cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond cracked ‘twixt son and father.”

She writhed violently, spilling more of my cum between her thighs. “You sick son of a bitch. I should have killed you the day you shoved a gun inside me. I should have never kept making excuses for you or forgiven you. I’d rather die than become yours again. I’m going to kill you myself if I have to this time.”

I closed my eyes and folded my arms around her in one last embrace. “You already did, little faerie.”





CHAPTER 37


Tirone



At breakfast, Furore dangled a set of keys in front of her face.

Somber, she barely lifted her eyes off the trail of steam from her coffee to look at him. “What are these?”

He slid a brand new phone across the table toward her. “Check the photos I just sent to your new phone.”

“Finally got her a phone? It only took two weeks,” I taunted, sipping my own coffee.

His glare warned me. “If you’re gonna be a dick, do it somewhere else.”

Not before I knew what those keys were for.

With her brows hooked, she scrolled through the phone. Then they shot high. “It looks amazing. So big and open.”

He moved next to her and folded an arm around her. “Do you like it?”

“Yes.”

“It’s yours.”

Her head lashed up, and her eyes widened at him. “What?”

“You think we’re gonna live here forever?”

“I… Wow. That’s…” Her chin wobbled. “Thank you, Laius. You don’t know how much I need this.” They fucking kissed like they were about to hump.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“I bought a new house for Jo. We’re going to be living there from now on,” he said.

Motherfucker. He wanted to limit my time and access to her. Did he think it would stop me? Boy, that man who called himself my father didn’t know the first thing about me or what I was capable of. “Congratulations.”

“I wish I could tell you to come live with us, but I’m sure you understand that ain’t gonna work. You’re welcome to visit any time, when I’m there.”

I snorted. “Why, Daddy? Scared I’d do Stepmommy better than you when you’re gone?”

“Fuck you, Rex. Wanna go back in the Boiler, boy?”

“I’d rather go back to that stinky dump than stick my dick into a pussy you stick your dick in.” I made an exaggerated face, pretending I was disgusted.

He grabbed me by the cut—I got that back right before the fucking wedding after I earned it—and practically spat in my ear. “Didn’t stop you before.”

“Before you fucking made her my stepmom,” I spat back, making sure it was for his ears only. “Who would be that sick to fuck their stepmom?” I was. “Or marry his son’s girl?” He was. Quite a family we had here.

“The guy who would pop his teacher’s cherry and make her cheat on his own dad with him.”

“Says the guy who kidnapped her son’s girl and branded her his own then fucking married her to ruin her for him forever, the only woman he ever loved or wanted to be with.”

“She wasn’t yours.” Angrily, he let go of me. “Even if you thought she was, she ain’t now. She chose me. She has my fucking name, just like you.”

I smirked and switched my gaze toward her. “Congratulations again, Miss M.” I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of acknowledging their fucking marriage. “I’ll come visit all the time.” I winked, and she clenched her jaws. “But only when Daddy is there because he can’t trust me around your precious pussy.”