“Hey!” I tripped off my own feet. “That’s mine.”
He held my elbow to steady me. “Enough, baby.”
“You’re not my daddy, Furore.” I chuckled, my head swimming. Then, biting my lip, I glided a finger over his rock hard chest. “Unless you want to be.”
A shadow of a smile twisted his lips while his eyes rolled. Then he leaned in for a whisper. “Is that what you want? You wanna be Daddy’s good girl?”
“Oh, there’s no good girl here tonight.”
“Then maybe Daddy can show you what happens to naughty girls like you.”
I pressed my body brazenly to his and bent his head for a kiss. Then I licked under his earlobe and whispered, “Make it hurt, Daddy.”
“Fuck.”
“But first I want to dance. Can you dance, old man?”
With a snort, he twirled me to the dance floor. We joined the writhing bodies, practically mating, not just dancing. Even in jeans and a tee, I felt overdressed. Shirts were flying off both men and women. Some girls had even lost their shorts.
Then my eyes met Tirone’s. He held my gaze, the darkness dwelling in them menacing, his hands all over Candy’s tight ass while she offered him the full view of her breasts.
I spun, his obscene demand ringing in my head, my body shivering with the painful memory of what he was doing to me when he demanded it. I fought the tears, moving my back against Laius’s front, my head lolling back on his shoulder. “I want another drink.”
“You’ve had enough.”
“Not tonight.”
“Fine. I’ll get you just one more beer.”
“No. I want something that doesn’t taste like piss. Tequila. Do you have any?”
He dragged me to the bar and ordered a couple of shots. Then he, seductively, put a slice of lime in my mouth, poured salt on my neck, licked it ever so slowly, and then took his shot and maneuvered the lime out of my mouth in a kiss.
Flushed, I fanned myself. That wasn’t my first body shot, but with Furore, it reminded me why I chose the father over the son. If only life hadn’t been so cruel to doom us like that…
He handed me my shot. “Your turn.”
I followed his lead before the despair swallowed me. When I took the lime out of his mouth, his hands were in the back pockets of my jeans, cupping my ass and guiding me to the firmness in his pants.
His eyes danced with mischief. “Time Daddy taught you a lesson, naughty girl.”
I was going to comply and forgo the drunken plan I’d been making to go through with Tirone’s demand. I wasn’t thinking straight, and it was only the booze and desperation throwing me into doing Tirone’s bidding. Risk was never my friend. I’d better stay on the safe side. I’d rather get punished for sins that weren’t even mine than hurt another one I loved.
Then I saw candy’s tongue snaking inside Ty’s mouth, while his eye daggers stabbed me. Nausea turned my stomach into a knot. I should be encouraging him to have a relationship with any girl, even if it was that bitch. Perhaps with time he’d get obsessed with her and leave me the fuck alone, but my fucking body wouldn’t let me out of my misery. Seeing him with her literally disgusted me. Then it blinded me with blazing jealousy that baffled me.
He was using my body for his sick pleasure when I was married to his own father, and I was jealous he was fucking a random bitch? What the fuck was wrong with me? Why did I still have any feeling for Tirone Lazzarini? Why deep down would I still want to keep him close even if the only way for it was letting him continue to abuse me?
This needed to stop. Now. What I had for Tirone wasn’t love, and neither was what he felt for me. This was twisted sickness that needed a cure. And if that cure was the ultimate forbidden and taboo among a father, his voyeur son and his forced into cheating wife, so fucking be it.
“But I haven’t showed you how naughty I could be, Prez.” I pushed him on the couch and straddled him. I guided his hands back to my ass, only this time under my jeans. Then I took off my t-shirt.
Lust glistened in his eyes but reprimand fumed. “What the fuck, Jo?”
“What? Everybody is naked and humping here. Why can’t I?”
“Because you’re fucking mine.” He covered the visible parts of my breasts in my bra with his body. “I don’t want anyone to see you.”
“Then tell them not to. You’re Prez, and your ol’ lady misses coming in front of an audience. Remember?”