“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 lastepisode, 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.”
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.
