CHAPTER 1
Tirone
I still watched her sleep like nothing had changed. I still buried my nose between her thighs and spilled my cum on her peaceful flesh to mark her mine. Then I’d see, hear, smell or touch—even taste—something that belonged to him and realize everything had changed.
And when it happened, I still got very dark thoughts about the things I’d do to him. To her.
As I carefully stripped her out of her panties—fucking pink ones she must have worn for him because it was his favorite color—my hand itched to get out my knife and slide the handle inside her, scraping him out of her like I’d done once with her own gun, punishing her for letting him have a piece of her, for making me share her, when she should have been only mine. All of her. Mine.
I groaned as the image of the blade of the same knife covered in the blood of his dick and then stabbed in his neck played behind my eyes.
Another groan slipped out of my mouth as I stroked myself and pushed inside her.
“Ty,” Jo murmured, half-opening her eyes, her voice thick with sleep, “what are you doing?”
Fucking you in your sleep while picturing maiming and killing my father.I pressed my forehead against hers and kissed her. “I need you.”
“But—”
“I need you, Jo.” Sinking inside her was the only way to silence the demons and bring me back to sanity. That and the memory of her pointing a gun to her head just so she wouldn’t have to choose between me and my father. “Go back to sleep, little faerie.”
She moaned as I filled her. “He said not in his bed unless he was here.”
I don’t give a shit. Breaking his rules is fun and, for her sake, better than breaking his neck.“You were sleeping. I didn’t wanna wake you.”
“I’m awake now.”
I thrust inside her before she thought about moving. “Then let me get you back to sleep.”
Her protests swiftly turned into moans of pleasure. I closed my eyes and listened, the dark thoughts blurring away one cry, one throb at a time.
“Oh God,” she purred, scratching my chest with her nails.
I opened my eyes and kissed the long line of her throat as the back of her head dug into the pillow. “Not God. Tirone, little faerie. Your first…and your last.”
Her eyes widened in reprimand and fear. I rolled mine. “I meant after a painfully long time.” I pushed harder inside her. “But not if you keep bringing him up every time I’m finally alone with you.”
“Ty…” She sucked in a hiss as my Jacob’s Ladder was all the way in, swallowing me whole in her pussy.
“You’re mine,” I groaned. “When it’s just the two of us, you’re fucking mine. Say it.” My fist clasped around her neck. “Say it, Jo. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she slurred.
My heavy balls tightened as I slammed into her, needing to possess every ounce of her, flesh and soul.
Her eyes rolled back. “Jesus fuck, Laius.”
“What the fuck?!”Is she for real? Saying his name while I’m balls deep inside her about to fill her with my own cum and give her a morning fix of orgasms that will satisfy her all day.“It’s me, Jo, not that—”
“What the fuck are you doing in my bed, you son of a—”
Ugh. So that’s why she said his name. He’s right fucking here.I rolled my eyes toward the bedroom door and cocked a brow. “Son of a what?”
“Fucking Delilah.” Furore stomped in and slapped my shoulders with his beefy hands, dragging me out of her. “Get off my ol’lady.”
“She’s not just your ol’lady, and I’m not done.”
“Yes, you are!” He practically yanked me out of her and tried to push me on the floor.
