Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(75)

“No, no. Stop. I don’t want this.” I kicked his knees with the heels of my shoes as he lifted my skirt and pulled down my panties, exposing my ass, and from his view, my pussy, too. Then I felt his hardness about to violate me.

“Remember when I took you just like that in our old school? You were telling the same lies. Then you clenched and throbbed around my cock like a good bitch.”

“Back then I said no because it was inappropriate and I was only afraid we’d get caught. But you weren’t raping me, Tirone. Now, you are.”

“When you came all over my fingers in the car, I was raping you, too, Jo?”

“You can’t keep doing this to me. I can’t keep feeling that way. I can’t do this to him, and you can’t do this to me. You can’t use me like that, especially when you’re fucking someone else. I’m not a bitch, yours or anyone else’s. It has to stop. You have to stop.”

“You really want me to stop, Jo?”

“Yes. I’ll do anything. Just fucking stop.”

His hands groped my breasts as the tip of his cock pressed against me. Then his breath fell hot on my earlobe. “If you want me to stop, tell me you made the wrong choice when you married him. Tell me it was a fucking mistake.” His breath quivered on my neck. “Tell me that you love me, Jo, and I’ll stop.”

I wanted to scream. My eyes squeezed shut with a long list of aches streaming in tears that seemed to never end. “I’m in love with your father, Tirone. Marrying him is one the best things that has ever happened to me. He’s not a mistake. You and I were…and yet, no matter how hard you hurt me, no matter how hard I lie to myself or to him or to you, I can’t stop fucking loving you.”

His chin rested on my shoulder as his breathing grew louder, heavier. I couldn’t read his emotions or anticipate his next move. While I couldn’t say everything he wanted me to say because I couldn’t lie about Laius, I told him the truth. I told him the most important thing he needed to hear. I loved him. It had to amount to something. He had to stop hurting me.

“You’re pathetic,” he growled.

“What?”

“You think telling me that you love me will spare you? You think I still have a heart that will listen to a fucking lying bitch that would do anything and say anything to fool me again?”

“I’m not lying.”

“Well, I am. I don’t give a shit about how you feel. I won’t stop, Jo. I just want to fucking break you, show you how pathetic you are.” He pressed my cheek to the hard wood of the desk, holding my head still and looking at me all the fucking time while he thrust into me, savoring every ounce of my pain and humiliation. “You know what will really do it? What you really can do that will make me stop?”

“What, you piece of shit?”

“You’ll let me watch him fuck you again.”

Nausea hit me. “You want to see your father sleeping with me? You want to watch me with him? Isn’t that what drove you mad, Ty? Isn’t that why you’re raping me every fucking day?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I know you well. When he did it in front of you, you snapped. You bottled down your anger until you exploded. You pretended to keep your distance while nothing but revenge was brewing in your head. That’s why you’re hurting me. You think taking me in this brutal way will help with the dark pain you must be feeling. You got pierced to trick me on my wedding night. You’re forcing yourself on me every day, thinking it’ll make you and him even.”

“But it doesn’t,” he groaned, pounding me again. “I try and try to get him out of my head, to stop seeing him inside you, to lie to myself and say I’m the only one fucking you, but I can’t get that fucking picture out of my head. It fucking kills me. I want to rip my own eyes out so I won’t see it again.” His thrusts hurt, but it was his pain that split me apart. “So yes, I want to watch him do it again only so I fuck you right after, only so I can relive that misery while I rewrite my own version. One I can fucking live with without losing my goddamn mind.”

“You’re sick, Tirone. Sicker than I’ve ever imagined.”

He moved faster, harder. “If I’m sick, what does that make you?”

My tears dropped on the desk. “What does it make me?”

His groans of climax filled my ear while his cum filled my pussy. “The fucking disease.”





CHAPTER 43


Jo



How deep would you drown before you were saved? How long would you endure punishment in order to be redeemed? How much pain could you take if absolution was the reward?

For me, burdened with guilt and shame all my life, I’d take it all. The real question was, how long could I stand before the pain shattered me?

Tonight, I was coming face to face with the answer. It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

The lounge vibrated with one of the MC notorious parties for no reason except being another power move in the psychological warfare between the Night Skulls and the mob. Laius, however, said it was for me to get my head off things after my last anxiety attack.

I’d stopped getting those when Tirone and I were together, just like the nightmares. He was my therapy. The only form I could get. I couldn’t risk seeing a therapist. Doctor patient confidentiality wasn’t in the mob dictionary. If the Larvins had ever decided to look into me and found a therapist that had all my secrets, they’d have gotten them, and they would have found me through the therapist after murdering them, of course.