“Yes, Laius. I did a horrible thing, and I can’t forgive myself for it. I was terrified how you were going to see me after I told you.”
“For fuck’s sake. You’re what? Five years older than him. That’s nothing. He was fucking seventeen, and by the looks of it, not a fucking virgin. You were. So he was taking advantage of you, not the other way around. Lucky bastard. And adult my ass. If he was giving dick way before your cunt bled, he was the adult, Jo. He knew what the fuck he was doing, so don’t lose sleep over him.”
That was one way to look at it. Furore’s justification to my crime. Michele was right, and my fears were for nothing. “Then why are you still mad?”
“Because my dick is inside you, hard and aching for you, but you’re in love with some fucking kid.”
“Who said I still loved him? I hesitated earlier because I didn’t want to lie to you, and I hadn’t confronted myself about my feelings for him lately.” Ever since I saw Ty outside the club that night, I felt nothing but pain and anger. I needed to bury all my feelings aside so I could function and deal with the danger I thought I was in back then. I wouldn’t let myself acknowledge any other emotions other than self-preservation and security. If I hadn’t had the call with Michele, I wouldn’t have confronted myself about my feelings for Laius either. “I was in love with him, yes. But it was so wrong and toxic, and it had to end one way or another.”
“How did it end?”
“I don’t want to talk about this.” Not like this. I pointed at our bodies. “Not now.”
“Is he the fucker that called you a dirty whore?”
“He never called me that. He just… He dumped me. He just took off a few months ago, and I never saw him again, okay? Well, I did see him, but he didn’t, in town, twice, when all this time I thought he had to go somewhere with his family.” I should probably tell him that he might have known him, too, since he was at Furore’s party and his dad belonged to the dead chapter, but by the murderous look on his face I wouldn’t mention Tirone to Laius. Not now, not ever. The last thing I wanted was to get Laius in trouble again…or be the reason something violent happened to Ty. I bit my lip as I gazed at his cock halfway packed inside my pussy. “Can wepleasefinish what we started here?”
His eyes twitched as his breath heated between us. Then he thrust in and out of me in slow yet firm moves, getting deeper with each stroke. My mouth hung open with my moaning gasps, and my head lulled back as I begged for more of him.
“Does he make you feel like this?”
“Did, Laius, not does. But no. He didn’t.” Everything with Laius was familiar—the eyes, the protection, the jealous possessiveness, the anger, the big cock—yet so incredibly different. Mature. Experienced. Better. Muchmuchbetter. Like I’d been flying economy but got upgraded to first class on this trip to a dark, sinful pleasure town.
“I’m gonna fuck him out of you until I’m all that’s left.”
I screamed as he upped his pace. He wasn’t going to just fuck Ty out of my system. He was fucking my brains out of my head with that huge cock that felt like it did reach my skull when he slammed himself all in.
“Fuck. You feel so fucking good, Jo. So fucking good. You took all of me, in that little, tight pussy of yours. Every fucking inch. God.” His groans and red, strained face while he fucked me were the sexiest things in the world. The way the metal in his cock reached all the right spots while he thrust in and out of me with skilled strokes sent me clenching hard around his swelling length.
“Jesus… You’re… Fuck…” He swore as I exploded around him, screaming at the top of my lungs, letting everyone at the compound inside and outside that I was Furore’s dirty whore and I fucking liked it.
He waited until I came down from the wildest orgasm I’d ever had, looking at me with some kind of awe. Then, the second I stopped clenching, he pulled out of me with a growl and came all over my face, marking it, too.
Shit. Ty had done this to me one time before, but I didn’t like it at all. With Furore, I didn’t even flinch as he was making it official.
I was all his.
CHAPTER 25
Furore
The stain of my cum on her face, hers on my cock, all of her naked in my arms, and yet I didn’t feel she was all mine.
“I didn’t think you were the cuddle and stare type.” She smiled.
“I’m not.”
“Then why are you looking at me like that?”
I was seriously wondering if she was an actual witch. She had the body of a real woman, with needy, naughty curves in all the right places, but the face of an angel, so sweet and innocent, which was now a commercial of post-orgasmic pleasure, flushed and glowing and vulnerable, calling to me to be ruined even more. She took a big guy like me in one sitting, and that took magical talent. But above all, she mademeaddicted to her cunt even before I fucked it, sent me burning with jealousy over a teenage boy because she had feelings for him, and I was now thinking of all the ways I could erase him from her body, mind and soul so I’d be the only man for her. So she could beallmine. I didn’t know what the fuck she was doing to me, but it was dangerous shit. “Take off your contacts.”
“I’d love to. My eyes are screaming in this house with all the dust, and the contacts are making them a burning hell. But is it safe?”
“You’re always gonna be safe with me, Jo.”
She nodded, on her face, that smile that floored me every time, the one that sealed her fate without her even knowing it. “I trust you, but what if someone comes in?”
“You think someone can barge in on us?”
