Furore killed the engine and helped me off the bike. “Church in two hours.”
Molar tapped Furore’s shoulder and winked at me, pointing at his temple. “Smart lady. Welcome back.”
“Thanks.” A faint smile curved my lips. “You’re my family now.”
“Sure thing.”
Furore nodded at Molar, and they both exchanged a glance toward Ty. Molar nodded back as Furore twined his fingers into mine and walked us inside the house. As we climbed upstairs, I peered over my shoulder at the yard. Molar and the crew were gathering around Ty.
“What’s going on?” I asked, alarmed.
“Nothing, baby. It’s club business.” He locked the bedroom door. “Do you need to shower?”
I blinked. The underlying mockery in his question threw me off guard. Was it an ordinary question or a subtle hint that he knew Tirone was lying, that I was lying today, too, and the day at the mall?
“I showered at the motel.” I did after I’d sent Ty away. I couldn’t sleep next to him after what he’d said. He hadn’t known then that was how I felt. I’d only argued that if Furore had decided to visit—and he did—finding us in bed like that would have been the worst way to tell him the truth. Ty had agreed and went to Fort to kill any suspicions.
Furore’s dark gaze that seemed to pierce right through me, reading all my secrets, had returned. I wouldn’t buckle under it. I wouldn’t speak. As hard as I disagreed with Ty’s approach, as much as I wanted to tell Furore the truth, a father and son killing each other—Ty would, and Furore’s lack of answer when I asked if he would wasn’t promising either—wasn’t something I could live with. Screw honesty if it ended in blood.
“How do you feel about what Tirone said?” I asked. “Are you okay with it?”
“It explains a lot.” His eyes glistened with a dangerous, predatory gleam as he strode toward me. My heart leapt. I didn’t know what to think or expect.
Suddenly, his palm held my chin firmly and his mouth crushed mine, lips, tongue, teeth, in a violent kiss. “You’re mine. No one, no onewill take you from me.”
My head spun from that kiss, but my heart thrashed with the dark notes in his vow. Laius wasn’t stupid. He knew something or, at least, had a strong suspicion he wouldn’t let go until it was confirmed. “Okay.”
He bent to the nightstand and opened the drawer. Then he brought out my kindle. “Open it.”
Confusion hooked my brows as I turned the device on. “And?”
“What’s the hottest scene you’ve read?”
“What?”
“This thing is packed with smut. Open the hottest, dirtiest scene you’ve ever read.”
Furore and Tirone were more alike than they both would like to admit. “Why?”
“We’ll do it.”
Heat flashed down my core. “That’s…hot, but aren’t you tired? Last night was intense, and you have Church.”
“Open it, Jo. Yesterday you were supposed to teach me what you liked, remember? Before Tirone had a fit…like he did every time I touched you.”
My breath caught. He knew. He fucking knew. “Laius—”
“I told you before I’d fuck your ex out of you until nothing was left but me. So open the Goddamn thing and show me how you like to be owned.”
Hiding my shame and guilt was futile and so was hiding the truth. He didn’t need my words. He could see right through me. It was danger and relief all in one. Swallowing, I browsed through the highlights and opened the one scene I’d read at least a hundred times before.
Heartbeat echoing in my temples, eyes down, I handed him the kindle.
His eyes ate the lines and his finger swiped fast, the eagerness evident. The anticipation alone sent successive throbs in my pussy.
“I thought you wanted to be my bad girl,” he finally said.
“I want to be punished. I want to be praised. Either way, I like to earn it. Is that a problem?”