Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(78)

It isn’t for you. I pulled Candy’s head back and made myself smile at her. “Let’s go.”

I ushered her to my room. With Molar eyeing me like a hawk since I came out of the Boiler, seeing me leaving with Candy would be the perfect distraction to get him off my back while I sneaked in Jo’s room and my alibi if needed.

I blindfolded Candy and tied her to my bed. “Can you be a good girl until I come back?”

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll be watching you, Candy. It’ll be our little game. I wanna see how long you can be a good girl for me. If you wait long enough without leaving or asking for me or anyone to untie you, I’ll reward you. But if you don’t—”

“I’ll wait. I’ll be your good girl.”

My eyes rolled. I gave her a light spank on her tiny ass, a little something to have her obedience until I returned. “We’ll see.”

I had no trouble getting into my father’s room. I hid behind the curtain where it bulked by the wardrobe. It was the perfect blind spot.

It wasn’t long before Jo came in with him. I held my breath and braced for open fire. Reliving this monstrosity was my own hell. If I said I trusted myself or my mind while I watched in the dark my worst nightmare coming to life, I’d be full of shit.

But it was the only way to end this never ending pain. I couldn’t think of anything else.

“Don’t ever do that again.” He dipped his fingers in the back of her hair. “For real.”

“Why now, Daddy? Did you not come on me with a hundred people in the room? Did you not fuck me in a holding cell with a guard listening to us fuck?”

My muscles twitched with rage. At him for treating her like that. At her for accepting, liking and blurting it out for me to hear. I didn’t need to hear this shit, or maybe that was exactly what I needed.

He pulled her hair. “In the Arena, I made sure no one was looking. Here, everybody was.”

“You told them to look away here, too.”

“But Rex was there. Do you think he listened?”

“Did you see him looking?”

“No. But I know he must have. He made you so fucking jealous you were acting like a whore all night, drinking and stripping and fucking coming to show him what he was missing.”

A smirk crept on my mouth. I was glad he knew. His suffering was poetry to my soul. Now, I’d have even more power to destroy both of them he’d never have. I’d watch how he fucked her the way she loved and learn every move he pleased her with. Then I’d top it, and she’d know what fucking mistake she’d made by choosing him only so I’d leave her in ruins and writhing in regret.

And when he throws your ruined ass out, you’ll come crawling back to me, little faerie. Do you think I’ll take you back? My smirk stretched the corner of my mouth.

“Is that what you think?” Her voice was full of spite. “That I was putting a show for Tirone because I was jealous of that bitch?”

“I don’t think. I know,” he growled.

“Then punish me for it. Teach me a lesson. Show me who owns me. I’m your fucking property after all, aren’t I, Daddy?”

“Fuck, Jo. You’re really asking for it tonight.”

“Yes, I am. Show me how ruthless you can be. Punish me and make it fucking hurt.”

He pounced on her like a rabid animal, sinking his teeth and claws into her lush flesh. He yanked at her bra, and her tits spilled from them. With his hand around her throat, he pinched and twisted one of her nipples as his mouth devoured the second.

Blood pounded my skull, yet her squirms and moans pulsed in my cock. How could I loathe something so much to the point of thinking about gouging my own eyes and at the same time get turned on by it?

It was like watching live porn with Jo as the star. My Jo. My obsession, addiction, disease and curse. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen and the sole owner of my now dead heart.

I don’t love her anymore. I fucking hate her. HATE HER.

Except for all the places where I loved her to death.

Suddenly, he brought her to her knees and unzipped his pants. Without taking off his belt, he freed his disgusting erection and forced her to suck him. I squeezed my eyes shut, fantasizing about the various ways I could rid him of his dick. Had he not threaten to chop off mine once? Perhaps I should show him whom was full of nothing but shit and whom was a man of his word.

My eyes blinked open and dared catch a glimpse. It was disturbing, to say the least, to watch my own father with my girl while she gave him a blowjob. The way her luscious lips wrapped around another man’s shaft like a whore, the way she hungrily sucked him off, the way she fucking looked at him so submissively, so fucking guilty, begging for his approval and forgiveness, made me want to destroy the whole world, not just them.

All of what she was offering him like a dirty slut was mine. The pleasure she was giving him was only mine. Why would she give it to someone else? Why would she give it to him when she should have been asking for my approval and forgiveness?

His fist twisted in her hair as her head bobbed up and down his dick. “Take it all, you dirty, little bitch.” He moved her faster, pushing himself down her throat until his groans yelled over the slurping sounds she was making.

He pulled out of her, and she wiped her thumb across her lips, his cum spilling out on them. Fuck, what was I doing to myself? Why would I torture myself with more images of their infidelity that could ruin me, not them?