“Oh my God, yes. Yes,” she hissed with pleasure. Music to my ears.
“Do you want to make me your good boy again?”
“Jesus…yes,” she admitted in surrender.
I devoured her lips, working her pussy until she fell apart for me, making that beautiful face that starred my dreams. Fuck. I needed to come. Inside her. But I’d take anything. “I need you, my little faerie.” I filled my palms with her ass and squeezed. “Please.”
Something like plastic and gauze covered a part of her skin on the back. I felt it gently. “What’s that?”
Her face blanched all of a sudden. “Nothing.”
“Are you hurt? Did he fucking hurt you?”
“No. No, it’s not like that.”
I flipped her and checked the bandage. Then I saw the slight redness around fucking ink. “What the fuck? You got a tattoo?” I ripped the bandage.
“Tirone, I beg you to calm down.”
“He branded you? He branded my girl?” I spat. “You fucking let him brand you?”
“He didn’t ask me.”
“I’m gonna fucking kill him. I’m gonna fuck that bastard in the ass. You’re not his to brand. You’re mine.” I smashed the mirror. “You’re mine!”
She twisted, beseeching me to calm down. I grabbed her neck and pressed her face against the wall. “Shut up.” I fisted my cock, stroked it hard and came all over his fucking tattoo. “Property of Furore my ass.”
I took the new red panties and wiped my cum with them before I tossed them back at her. “Every time you think about wearing them for him, remember whose cum was on them first.”
CHAPTER 19
Jo
What had I gotten myself into?
That was all I could think of as I still physically felt Tirone’s cum on my back while my arms wrapped around his father, and Tironethrew a glance at me every once in a while on our way back to the compound, the Texan, hot air whipping at my face, slapping me for what I’d just done.
What the hell was I thinking? How could I let this happen? If Furore knew, he’d kill me, and then he and his son would grow apart again. Had I learned nothing from my time with Tirone? Ever since we’d been together, I’d made nothing but mistakes. But I didn’t seem to have enough of those.
What did I expect, though? The three of us living under the same roof… It was bound to happen. That was the main reason Tirone was here. To rip Furore and me apart. To lure me in his traps, and I’d fallen right into them.
I wished, at least, I could have said I’d fought hard enough, but that was far from the truth. I barely did anything to resist, to stop him, and the reason was too obvious to deny.
I still had feeling for Ty. I still craved the way he touched me. While I was in love with his father.
You’re a dirty slut.
Furore folded his arm around my waist as we entered the compound and nodded for a prospect to get the shopping bags, mine and Ty’s. I looked down, lost in a shameful interior monologue. I couldn’t look into anybody’s eyes, especially Furore’s.
“Surprise!”
I jumped at the sudden roar. If it wasn’t for Furore’s arm, I’d have stumbled off my feet. Fuck, I hated surprises.
Laughter and loud music blared in the house, and the lounge was swarming with men in cuts and women in too hot to handle outfits. Fort handed me a beer. “It’s your welcome party.”
“Oh.” I took the beer, dazed. “Thanks.” Then I labored a glance at Laius. “Did you know about this?”
“Know about this? He arranged for the whole thing.” Fort cackled. “He ordered fucking cake.”
