SWNOVELS Tirone: Chapter 44
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 last episode, 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.
And when he throws your ruined ass out, you’ll come crawling back to me, little faerie. Do you think I’ll take you back? My smirk stretched the corner of my mouth.
“Is that what you think?” Her voice was full of spite. “That I was putting a show for Tirone because I was jealous of that bitch?”
“I don’t think. I know,” he growled.
“Then punish me for it. Teach me a lesson. Show me who owns me. I’m your fucking property after all, aren’t I, Daddy?”
“Fuck, Jo. You’re really asking for it tonight.”
“Yes, I am. Show me how ruthless you can be. Punish me and make it fucking hurt.”
He pounced on her like a rabid animal, sinking his teeth and claws into her lush flesh. He yanked at her bra, and her tits spilled from them. With his hand around her throat, he pinched and twisted one of her nipples as his mouth devoured the second.
Blood pounded my skull, yet her squirms and moans pulsed in my cock. How could I loathe something so much to the point of thinking about gouging my own eyes and at the same time get turned on by it?
It was like watching live porn with Jo as the star. My Jo. My obsession, addiction, disease and curse. The most beautiful woman I’d ever seen and the sole owner of my now dead heart.
I don’t love her anymore. I fucking hate her. HATE HER.
Except for all the places where I loved her to death.
Suddenly, he brought her to her knees and unzipped his pants. Without taking off his belt, he freed his disgusting erection and forced her to suck him. I squeezed my eyes shut, fantasizing about the various ways I could rid him of his dick. Had he not threaten to chop off mine once? Perhaps I should show him whom was full of nothing but shit and whom was a man of his word.
My eyes blinked open and dared catch a glimpse. It was disturbing, to say the least, to watch my own father with my girl while she gave him a blowjob. The way her luscious lips wrapped around another man’s shaft like a whore, the way she hungrily sucked him off, the way she fucking looked at him so submissively, so fucking guilty, begging for his approval and forgiveness, made me want to destroy the whole world, not just them.
All of what she was offering him like a dirty slut was mine. The pleasure she was giving him was only mine. Why would she give it to someone else? Why would she give it to him when she should have been asking for my approval and forgiveness?
His fist twisted in her hair as her head bobbed up and down his dick. “Take it all, you dirty, little bitch.” He moved her faster, pushing himself down her throat until his groans yelled over the slurping sounds she was making.
He pulled out of her, and she wiped her thumb across her lips, his cum spilling out on them. Fuck, what was I doing to myself? Why would I torture myself with more images of their infidelity that could ruin me, not them?
“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.”
She double throbbed, a moan fleeing her.
“Your stepson is gonna fuck you hard while Daddy’s cum is still in your pussy, and you’re gonna come even harder for him, forgetting all about Daddy, right?”
She bit her lip, her clit protruding under my touch.
“Yeah, baby. You need me, too. You need my forbidden dicking. You need my cock.”
Her hands traveled to my body, feeling me up down to my ass, letting go of all inhibitions and anger and submitting to the pleasure I was giving her. The more I fucked her and filled her ears with depraved, dirty talking, the more she touched me, the more this risky fucking turned into a love making session between two lovers who had just found their back to each other.
“Tell me to fuck you. Tell me you want it,” I whispered, the sound of the shower starting in the background.
“I want you to fuck me.”
I drove into her harder. “I can feel your pussy clenching. You’re close, baby.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful. I can’t wait to see the face you make when you come for me. And when you do, tell me you’re mine, too, Jo.”
She blinked, gasping. “What?”
I sank deeper inside her. “Say you’re mine like you said you were his.”
“No. I’m not yours, Tirone. That wasn’t the deal.”
“You’ve always been mine. Always.”
Her gaze bounced around and settled toward the bathroom. “I only did this so you can leave me alone. You said you hated me, and you wanted me dead. You said this would make you let go of me and never think about me again.”
And she believed me? How could she believe me? Even I couldn’t believe me. “I don’t want to let you go. I want you, and I can’t get enough. I can’t let you go, Jo. I just can’t.”
“No.” She squirmed, pushing at my chest. “You can’t do this to me. I won’t let you. Never again. I’m done. I’m fucking done.”
“Listen to me, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for the horrible things I’ve done to you in my rage. But you hurt me so much, Jo. You don’t know what you’ve done to me.”
“You’ve been abusing me, and then you’ve been fucking that bitch just to humiliate me.”
“I never did. I never fucked her I swear. I couldn’t. I’ve never been inside another girl since I met you, baby. I can’t even get it up for anyone but you.” I’d never sounded so pathetic, but I didn’t give a shit. If I thought I could live in this world without her, tonight proved me wrong.
“I don’t believe you. Even if I did, that won’t make me forget that you’ve been raping me. I can’t forgive you, Tirone.”
“You have to. You’re mine, and you said you still loved me.”
“I wish I never did. I wish I was dead before I met you and fell for you. My feelings for you don’t matter. Not anymore. I love Laius, and I want to be with him. I’m done with you.”
“You’ll never be done with me.” I thrust harder into her, owning her. “You wanna be with him? Fine. I’ll fucking take it. Hurt me all you want with him. Have your own revenge on me. Congratulations, Jo, you brought me to my fucking knees once again. I don’t care, but I’ll never leave you.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I’ll share you. That’s how much I love you. I’ll sacrifice everything and share you with him just so that you can be mine, too.”
“You’re out of your mind.”
“If you’re worried about him, he doesn’t have to know. We’ll date in secret like the old days. Remember the old days, little faerie? Do you remember how much I made you happy, Jo? Remember how hot our secret taboo turned us both on? Look at our new prohibited story now. It doesn’t even begin to compare. You’d love that, Jo, wouldn’t you? The dirty slut in you would love that forbidden attention. All that dicking from two men who are crazy for you, who would worship that body of yours however you liked whenever you liked.”
Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating, and sweat suddenly covered her as her breath accelerated.
“Jo?”
Her body trembled, and her breathing turned so loud and rapid.
“Jo? What the fuck is happening? What’s wrong? Talk to me.” I checked her temperature. Fuck she was ice cold. I pulled out of her, jumped into my pants and listened for her heart. It was frantic. “Did I hurt you? What the fuck is happening, baby? Tell me what to do.”
Her eyes rolled in their cavities. Her heartbeat and breath wouldn’t slow down.
“Jo, baby, please, what did I do? Tell me what’s wrong. How can I fix it? Tell me what to do, please.”
She couldn’t say anything, and then her eyes just shut.
I tapped her cheek, panic flooding my body. She didn’t move. Did she pass out? What the fuck? “Jo!”
The water stopped running.
What the fuck? What the fuck?! I couldn’t just leave her like that. But I couldn’t stay either. If he saw me here, she’d hate me forever. If I left, whatever condition she was having could get worse.
Fuck it. Her life was worth more than anything. I didn’t care what Furore or she did to me. I had to save her life. I dashed to the door and called for Doc.
He hurried to the room, and when we both spun to enter, Furore was there, staring between Jo’s unconscious body and me. “What the fuck did you do to my wife?”