Tirone (The Night Skulls MC #2)(79)

“Bend over,” he ordered her, squeezing her throat again.

Her gasps for air caught. “No.”

He unbuckled his belt angrily. “Bend. Over. Now.”

“Make me.”

He forced her on the bed and yanked down her jeans and panties. Then he made her get on all fours and smacked her ass with the belt. Fuck. The mark he left infuriated me, yet watching her being dominated and punished stirred something wild in me. Chest heaving, I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my breathing. Then, my other hand, of its own accord, stroked my cock.

He landed another swat on her now pink flesh from the belt. “Do you know what happens to bad girls like you?”

She did very well, and she fucking loved it.

“No, I don’t,” she lied. “Why don’t you show me? Show me how far you’d go to punish your little girl, Daddy.”

He froze for a second, and so did I. Her words hit deep and tugged at my heart against my will, reminding me of the pain no child should have ever endured yet she carried for fifteen years, the ache that brought us together and did us part.

Don’t ruin it, Jo. This isn’t what we’re doing tonight. Don’t mess with me more than you already have. You’ve turned my heart to stone. Your job is to keep it that way, not melt and shatter it. I’m hanging by a thread. I don’t need to fall apart for you. It won’t end up well for any of us.

“Jo…no,” he said.

“Why not, Daddy? I’ve been so bad, haven’t I? You need to teach me a lesson because bad girls like me don’t deserve anything but the cruelest of punishments.”

“Fuck this shit. I’m not playing that role. I’m not your fucking daddy. I’m your husband, and yes, you’ve been bad to me. That’s why I’m punishing you.” He held her waist and let himself inside her. “Only so you can come back to me because you are mine,” he said as he drove in her with a steady rhythm. “Only mine. Your lips, your cunt, your heart, even your fucking soul all belong to me.” The possession in his words was desperate.

Her moans rose, and he fucked her faster, harder. He altered her position that if she looked to the side, she would be looking straight at me while he fucking railed her.

I stroked my cock, watching her tits swaying hard as he violently took her pussy. He swore at her, spanked her and then buckled his belt around her throat and thrust into her like an animal riding an animal.

With the way she screamed, it was hard to tell if she enjoyed herself or needed saving. Either way, I was ready to take her, to fuck him out of her, to show her who really owned her lips, cunt, heart and soul, to be her hero and destroyer all in one.

As if she knew exactly where I was hiding, she tilted her head to the side and narrowed her smoldering gaze at me, tormenting me, calling for me. My fist rubbed faster as he fucked her pussy balls deep. Then as she exploded with her orgasm, my cum dripped and marked the floor.

He slammed into her a few more times until he groaned and cursed and sweat dampened his hair, and I knew he just tainted her pussy with his cum. When he pulled out, the milky trail spilling between her thighs confirmed it.

My cock leapt in an instant even though I just came, territorial as fuck, unable to wait to make my claim. But how when my father removed his belt from Jo’s neck, but instead of leaving, he took my girl into his arms and bruised her lips with a kiss? “Say it,” he commanded. “Say that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Laius.”

A roar erupted inside me. She was mine before she was his. She had no right to do this. I never let her go. How could she give herself to him when she was already mine? How could you give what’s not yours, Jo?

It’s a little too late for this. Remember why you’re here. To rewrite your own story and let go. Nothing else.

He embraced her, breathing her in, cocooning her into his arms, protecting her from all menace seen or unseen. “Don’t worry about the Larvins. I’ll talk to the Bellomos like you want.”

She tilted her head back to look at him. Her eyes sparkled with tears. “Thank you,” she whispered in relief.

“I’ll hit the shower. Wanna join me?”

She glanced at the curtain from the corner of her eye. “Sure. Just give me a few minutes to catch my breath. My knees are still shaking.”

He kissed her forehead tenderly as if he hadn’t just brutally choked and fucked her into next week. “Okay. I’ll shower quick and set a bath for you. Don’t be late.”

As soon as the bathroom door closed, I darted out from behind the curtain and swooped down on Jo. I collected her in my arms and kissed her lips, erasing his taste off them.

“What are you doing?” she whispered. “You said you were going to just fuck me after him.”

That was the plan, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. Much more. I traced every place of her body he touched or marked and reclaimed it. Then in his own bed, I slowly, unbothered by the fact that he was right in the bathroom and could come back in the room any time, put my cock in her pussy, sliding into his own cum, getting it all out of her, making her mine again.

“I want you to come for me,” I whispered back. “I need it.”

She swallowed. “This could take a while, if ever, and he’s waiting for me in the bathroom.”

“I don’t care.” I kept my voice low and circled her clit while I pushed inside her. “You have to come for me like you came for him.” I licked under her ear and along the side of her neck. “You came for me in your car because you loved our new taboo, how forbidden we are. How about now? It can’t get any more taboo than that, baby.”