Tirone: Texas Chapter Duet Part Two (The Night Skulls MC Book 2)
Tirone: Chapter 40

I bolted to my feet. “How could you even ask me something like that? There is no way in hell I’m doing such a thing.”

She left her seat. “Then I’ll do it myself.”

I grabbed her arm before she reached the door and tugged until her body collided into mine. She scowled. “You can’t stop me, Laius. I made up my mind.”

“The fuck you did.” I carried her over my shoulder and tossed her on the bed. She rolled away, but I grabbed her ankles, her skirt riding up, showing her creamy, voluptuous thighs that made my mouth water, and held her in place.

“Laius, please. Don’t fight me on this. I’m so tired. I need this to be over.”

I lay on top of her and silenced her with a kiss. “Ain’t gonna fight.”

She hissed, calmer, quieter. “You can’t do that either.”

“Now, you’re trippin’, girl. I can kiss you whenever I want.” My fingers sneaked under her skirt and pushed her panties to the side while my gaze devoured the plump outline of her tits. “Fuck you whenever I want.”

She inhaled, and her tits rose in my face. I opened her shirt and buried my face between them. Then I took one out of the bra cup and suckled on her sweet nipple. My mouth ravaged her, and she moaned under my touch. “What are you doing to me?”

I unzipped my pants, cock pulsing hard. I sprang it free and stroked. “It’s time I reminded you who you belonged to.”

Watching, she licked her lip. I took off her skirt and slid her panties to the side again. I teased her with my fingers while I pushed the tip of my cock to her lips. “Do you want a taste first?”

She nodded with a moan. Then she opened wide.

The sight of her sucking my cock while her wetness coated my fingers triggered an animalistic hunger that was far from patient. I pulled myself out of her mouth and glided my cock against her swollen clit.

Her body pleaded to be at my mercy, and I took it with none. Her back arched in delightful pain as I fucked her, giving her all of me, lips, hands, cock, everything.

A phone vibrated annoyingly. It wasn’t mine. Her expression changed from that of a woman being railed to one who was afraid.

I stopped. “Who’s calling you now?”

“I don’t know,” she panted.

It stopped vibrating, only to start up again the next second. I grabbed her bag and dug into it.

“What the fuck are you doing? Give me that.” she protested.

I stared at her in warning, my hand replaceing the goddamn phone. Not the one I gave her. “You bought a burner behind my back?”

“Please don’t mistake it for anything that it’s not.”

I cast a fuming glare at the screen. It was an unknown number, unsaved. “Answer him.”

“It’s not Tirone. I swear.”

“Answer him Goddamnit.”

She swallowed. “Not now.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“You’re…inside me.”

“Answer him or I will.”

Sweat covered her forehead as she stalled, waiting for him to stop calling. Did she think I was bluffing? Fuck it. I opened the call.

She yanked the phone out of my hand and put it on her ear. Glaring at me, she panted, “Papà.”

“What the fuck?” Who the fuck was she calling Dad in Italian? “Put him on speaker.”

She shook her head.

I thrust inside her hard and fast. Her moans and gasps huffed into the phone. “Jesus… I’m… Papà…Laius is…here.”

“Turn on the fucking speaker now.”

Catching her breath, she just gave me the phone. “He wants to talk to you.”