Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(77)

His eyes danced with mischief. “Time Daddy taught you a lesson, naughty girl.”

I was going to comply and forgo the drunken plan I’d been making to go through with Tirone’s demand. I wasn’t thinking straight, and it was only the booze and desperation throwing me into doing Tirone’s bidding. Risk was never my friend. I’d better stay on the safe side. I’d rather get punished for sins that weren’t even mine than hurt another one I loved.

Then I saw candy’s tongue snaking inside Ty’s mouth, while his eye daggers stabbed me. Nausea turned my stomach into a knot. I should be encouraging him to have a relationship with any girl, even if it was that bitch. Perhaps with time he’d get obsessed with her and leave me the fuck alone, but my fucking body wouldn’t let me out of my misery. Seeing him with her literally disgusted me. Then it blinded me with blazing jealousy that baffled me.

He was using my body for his sick pleasure when I was married to his own father, and I was jealous he was fucking a random bitch? What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I still have any feeling for Tirone Lazzarini? Why deep down would I still want to keep him close even if the only way for it was letting him continue to abuse me?

This needed to stop. Now. What I had for Tirone wasn’t love, and neither was what he felt for me. This was twisted sickness that needed a cure. And if that cure was the ultimate forbidden and taboo among a father, his voyeur son and his forced into cheating wife, so fucking be it.

“But I haven’t showed you how naughty I could be, Prez.” I pushed him on the couch and straddled him. I guided his hands back to my ass, only this time under my jeans. Then I took off my t-shirt.

Lust glistened in his eyes but reprimand fumed. “What the fuck, Jo?”

“What? Everybody is naked and humping here. Why can’t I?”

“Because you’re fucking mine.” He covered the visible parts of my breasts in my bra with his body. “I don’t want anyone to see you.”

“Then tell them not to. You’re Prez, and your ol’ lady misses coming in front of an audience. Remember?”

“Fuck.” He was pissed, but his solid erection had more power over him. His eyes shot death glares at anybody who dared look at the uptight teacher turning into a slutty club girl, not knowing how dirty I already was. They all minded their own business. Except for one who wouldn’t no matter what. I’d strategically positioned us so that Laius’s back was to Tirone, and my husband was distracted by my brazenness to double check if my ex was ogling me. Laius stared at my body. “I’ll make you come, but I ain’t gonna fuck you here.” He bit my neck. “You need to be punished real hard for this first.”

Fine. That could work, too. The harder the better. In Tirone’s sick fantasy, he’d be saving me. It’d give him the narrative he was looking for. I hoped he’d be smart enough to take a hint and stop letting Candy fuck his mouth with her dirty tongue so he could go hide in my room on time. “Bring it, Daddy.”





CHAPTER 44


Tirone



I wanted to kill her. I wanted to fuck her on his corpse. I wanted to beg her. I wanted HER.

My fist gripped Candy’s hair tight as her tongue inside my mouth mimicked the moves she’d do to my cock if I let her, my mind and soul not with her, never with her. I fucking tried. I’d dragged her so many times into my room to help me forget—like I could ever forget—or at least, to give me any kind of fucking pleasure that would numb the pain. All men did it. They fucked anything that moved even if they were fucking in love. Why could I not?

Every time she got on her knees and wrapped her lips around my flaccid cock, I saw Jo, needing her more than ever, feeling as if I was betraying her when she was the one who betrayed me. Then I’d hear her saying she chose him over me, and I’d see his filthy cock fucking her while I was chained, unable to defend her or take her back. My whole body would shut down, and my fingers would claw up to my eyes, literally wanting to rip them out.

Candy freaked out on me once, and she told Hook. That bitch. He’d come rushing in. After my last episode, the whole club knew I was fucked up enough to do it. I dismissed it and pretended it was nothing, and he didn’t tell Prez. Then I had to pacify Candy, telling her bullshit lies about how I needed her to be patient while I tried to move on from my cheating ex. I didn’t want that bitch to tell on me again; I didn’t need Furore’s enforcer in my business, and she still had a role to play. Convincing Furore I was no longer a threat to Jo while I had my revenge as well as making Jo jealous. Watching her burn was the highlight of my day.

Now, I was the one burning, though, as she was about to grant me my demand, and I’d keep on burning until there was nothing left to ache. Would I rise from the ashes or would I forever burn in flames?

I pressed candy’s face into my chest, twisting my hand in her hair, while my gaze fixed on Jo being the bitch she was. She was looking at me, too, hurting me, too, with every promiscuous move, every moan, every purr. In my head, it was my fingers inside her instead of his. It was my skin her hot breath fell on. It was my cock digging in her flesh while she rode my hand. It was my name she was about to scream.

She tilted her head subtly and glanced toward her room. I understood her without words, even her hint was unneeded. Candy’s hand slithered to the front of my pants and rubbed my boner. “You’re so hard.”