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Saraya
"The fucking nerve of him!" I say out loud once I'm in the confines of my room. "Where does he get off touching me the way he did?"
You never tried to stop him.
Arguing with myself isn't helping. I'm pissed that Nyx would just take what he wants because he's Nyx fucking Beckam and thinks that he can do whatever he wants.
At least, that's what I'm trying to convince myself is the case.
However, deep down, I'm pissed that he hadn't finished what he had started.
What I should be more pissed over is the fact that he thinks we will marry. I will not marry without love ever again. He cannot make me go through with it. I'll sell whatever I can find at my house and leave. I just have to figure out how to get into the house without being seen.
Stripping out of my blood-soiled clothes, I turn the shower on and step under the hot spray. The water turns pink, and my thoughts return to my stepbrother's office. How could he touch me while I'm covered in someone else's blood? Does he get off on killing?
The more important question is, what changed his mind about me? Granted, I've seen the lust in his eyes a time or two, but the way he talks to me and treats me as if he genuinely hates my guts gives me pause as to what his motives are now. Why does he think it's a good idea for us to marry?
I miss the boy he was, and my best friend, but Nyx isn't that person anymore. So, I may still have our good memories of him, but I cannot see myself with him now, no matter what my treacherous body says. I'm sure he is still good deep inside, but my betrayal did too much damage .
It wouldn't hurt trying to explain to him what happened.
It's far too late for that. Nyx didn't want to trust in my loyalty to him back then, so what's the point? The damage has been done. I'll just bide my time and figure out where to go from here once this week is up. I have some savings of my own, but I'm not sure it would be safe to pull it out.
By now, my employer has undoubtedly gone to the police since I haven't been in to work, and I haven't called them. In all this chaos, I'd forgotten about it, truth be told. I think about my outing with Mika, and I curse.
"Shit! That was so careless of me. I can't be out in public like that until this shit with Ken is cleared up." Mumbling to myself, I quickly finish drying off and step out of the shower.
There isn't anything I can do about it now. I'm just lucky that none of Ken's police buddies spotted me while I was out and about. Then again, what I participated in this afternoon is just as bad. I seem to be turning into a serial killer.
I laid down after my shower, exhaustion finally taking over after the eventful afternoon I had and then the lovely little chat with Nyx. It's dark out when I open my eyes, and my stomach rumbles. Yawning, I stretch, and suddenly, a feeling comes over me, which makes me think I'm not alone.
As soon as I make a move for the lamp beside my bed and light floods the room, his deep, masculine voice saying, "Good evening, little lamb," scares the shit out of me. I almost fall off the bed, needing to grab the nightstand to catch myself before I did just that.
"Jesus, Nyx!"
"My bad."
"What the fuck are you doing in my room?"I growl as I run my fingers through my hair.
He only shrugs. "I knocked; you didn't answer."
"So, what? You figured you could just come in and make yourself at home?"I ask in disbelief, "How long have you been here?"
"Long enough to make me want to ram my cock into your ass as it stuck out from under the covers, but not long enough that I ran out of the willpower holding me from doing just that. "
The smirk on his face can be taken two ways; either he's fucking with me, or he's enjoying making me blush. Knowing his sadistic tendencies, it's most likely the latter.
"What is it you want? Why are you here?"
Nyx just stares at me. His hard gray eyes assess me longer than I'd like before he finally speaks. "I got a message, and I thought you needed to be aware of it."
"Okay…"
"Will you put some fucking clothes on, for fuck's sake?"Nyx scowls at my attire.
"I'm in sleep shorts and a cami because I was sleeping! You are in my space, uninvited, so you can deal with it. If you can fuck with your door open, then I can wear my pajamas any time I want."
"Has anyone ever told you that you're mouthy as fuck?"He's amused by my rising temper.
"I never used to be. It seems like you're bringing out the worst in me."
"I never said that it was a bad thing."He grins, then says, "I'm just saying you're mouthy."
Rolling my eyes, I cross my arms and glare at my stepbrother sitting in the chair facing my side of the bed. How he can look so devilishly handsome and yet have such a shitty attitude is beyond me. He's cocky and thinks he's God's gift to women.
You like his cocky attitude; it makes you wet.
I want to slap my inner self for reminding me of these small bad habits of mine. I can't deny the truth of my thoughts, though. I just can't shake Phoenyx Beckam.
"Are you going to tell me why you're here, or am I just to believe that you're a creeper who loves watching women sleep?"
"My name isn't Adrik,"he states.
My brows dip low. "Adrik likes watching women sleep?"
Nyx gives me a wicked grin. "Actually, he prefers to fuck them while they sleep, but enough about Adrik,"he says, then taps on his phone before tossing it to me. "Let's talk about how the fuck someone has video footage of you stabbing your husband."
"Huh?"I look down at his phone and watch the scene from the last night I was in my home. "I don't understand? "
"My men checked the camera footage while doing clean-up, but there was nothing to erase."Nyx sits back and crosses his right leg over his left knee.
"Of course, there wasn't. I was sensible enough to erase it…"
"Smart girl. Now then, who the fuck could have gotten it in that short of time?"
"I-I honestly don't know,"I stammer softly, unable to take my eyes off the video.
"You do know what this means, don't you?"
I look at my stepbrother and don't have to ask what he means. I can see it in his eyes. The bastard will try and use this to get me to agree with the marriage.
Narrowing my eyes, I shake my head. "This means nothing. I still have a week to decide."
"Somebody knows that you stabbed your husband numerous times!"Nyx sneers, but it doesn't scare me.
I shrug. "That video also shows what Ken did to me first. It was self-defense—"
"They can doctor it, Saraya!"
It's on the tip of my tongue to say, like the one your father doctored when he had his friend rape me, but I stop myself from doing so. Instead, I flip the covers off me and climb from the bed.
"I'm not going to let another asshole dictate my life! I've had enough of that to last a lifetime,"I say pointedly at Nyx.
Of course, he would think I'm only talking about Ken. If he only knew that the first one to ever dictate it was his own flesh and blood. I see a flash of hurt cross Nyx's features for a second before his face hardens again.
"Call me what you will—"
"I meant whoever it was that sent you the video."I correct what he thought I meant. Although, he's an asshole, too.
"Where the fuck are you going?"Nyx is out of the chair and approaching me as I head for the door.
"I'm hungry and don't want to fight with you right now. I don't have the strength."
He grabs my arm and spins me around until my back is against the dresser. "We need to talk about this, Saraya!"
"No. You feel the need to talk about this. I want to eat and fuel up before going toe-to-toe with you. Now, please let me go. "
"Make me…"He's toying with me now.
The fucker is going to play with me until I give in. Well, newsflash, he's never been around me when I'm hungry.I'lldo whatever it takes to get me to the food faster, but talking isn't one.
" Now, you're being an asshole."
"Mm, how about I get in your asshole?"His voice lowers to a dangerously sexy tone.
"In your dreams…"I try to shove him away, but it's no use. I glare at him and order, "Move," through clenched teeth."
He steps closer, smirking when our chests touch.
Tingles shoot through me, and I try to move away, but it's useless because I'm stuck between two hard objects, a dresser, and a big oaf. I try searching my brain for ways to escape this, but I can only see one way—shock him into moving. So, smiling inwardly, I wait until he leans in close enough.
When he starts to say something, I go up onto my toes and crash my mouth against his, hoping to shock him into backing up. Only—it doesn't. It has the opposite effect on him as he grabs the back of my head and pushes his tongue into my mouth.
The kiss takes me back to another time. A time when we couldn't get enough of one another. I've missed his kiss, among other things, and I find myself fisting his shirt in my hand, trying to keep him close.
A moment later, I feel Nyx's hand slip into my shorts, and I'm brought back to the present. Panic takes hold, and I try to come up with an excuse for him to stop, but there isn't any, and to be honest, I don't need one; my denial should be enough.
"No!"
I shove him back with all my might, and he must not have expected it because he stumbles back, dazed. I use this time to move past him and to the door, flinging it open and rushing from the room.
"Saraya!" Nyx calls out.
"I'm hungry, Nyx…"
I'mjust getting to the top of the landing, where the four wings meet when I'm shoved against another hard surface.Nyx'srugged body is unrelenting, and he rubs himself against me while my back is to the wall.
"You think I should give this to you, little lamb?"His cock is large and pulsating under his pants as he presses harder .
"Oh, please, I know you, Nyx. You wouldn't want to get any diseases. Remember, I'm damaged goods…"
"That's not what I said—"
I cut him off, "Stop trying to fucking edge me. If you don't want me, then just fucking stop because I'm getting bored with your antics."I try pushing at his chest, but he's ready this time. "Nyx, stop…"
My plea is a pathetic one as it comes out a bit breathless. His bulge is rubbing right on that sensitive bundle, and I can't stop the slight moan that escapes me.
"Admit it, Raya. You want me…"
"Fuck you…"
"Do you really want me to? Do you want me to slide these shorts to the side and thrust my cock into your wet cunt?"he continues to tease.
"Nyx—Jesus. If you're going to do it, then just do it and get it over with; otherwise, stop fucking around and leave me alone…"
I try to sound condescending, but I'm unsure if I pull it off.
He moves so we are cheek to cheek, his day's growth scratching me as he bites out, "What if I told you that I will never give you what once belonged to you, what you could have had any time you wanted until you decided to throw it away?"
His words reach deep into my soul, but all they do is anger me when I think of what I did, of what I gave up for him! So, gritting my teeth, I respond in a manner that I don't even recognize myself—a response that comes from over ten years of built-up anger and hurt.
"Either fuck me if you're going to fuck me, Nyx, or leave me the hell alone, because I'm so fucking tired of your bullshit—"
I'mnot sure when he pulls himself out, but suddenly, my leg is lifted, and my shorts are moved to the side as he thrusts himself into me. He's huge and lengthy, and when he buries himself deep inside, I can't help the cry that breaks free from my lips at feeling so full.
It's left me in a daze, trying to get my thoughts together.
Nyx is inside of me. He did it; he actually did it!
By the time the shock wears off, he already has both my wrists gathered in one hand and is holding them above my head as his other hand holds my leg at his hip. Pulling out, he slams back into me.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it, little lamb—my cock inside you?"His hot gaze burns into me, and I can't even form any thoughts .
Nyx is right. This is what I wanted, whether I believed it or not. This just feels—right. I don't respond to him, though. I will never admit that he's right. However, what I do instead is almost equivalent to admitting it. My moan is loud and long as he takes from me what he wants.
His lips come to mine, but he doesn't kiss me. Instead, he asks, "Does it feel as you imagined all those years ago, Raya?"
"God, yes!"My willpower leaves me as I answer him, not caring anymore as I chase the climax that I feel is just beyond my reach.
Nyx chuckles. "I knew it. I knew you would be a slut for my cock. After all, you're letting me fuck you right here in the hallway. My friends will see us, but I think you like that notion, don't you?"
His words sink in, and that's when I hear the voices coming up the stairs. Laughter followed by a female squealing echoes through the hall. I try pulling my hands from his grip, but he only tightens it.
"Nyx…"
"No, not until you come, little lamb."He plunges in even deeper, hitting that perfect spot, and I'm a goner.
I don't care if anyone else is in the vicinity. I'm there; all I have to do is reach a little further…
"Oh fuck, that's hot!"Cray's voice is full of lust.
When I open my eyes, I see the Heir standing at the top of the steps with a woman over his shoulder.
She can't see, but Cray's taking in the whole scene.
For some reason, the sight turns me on even more, and I thrust my hips more, fucking Nyx the best I can in the position I'm in as I stare at one of his best friends.
"See, you like being watched. It seems my little lamb is an exhibitionist,"he grunts out as he continues to thrust.
"How about we take it to a room and have fun together?"Cray grins.
"Nobody…fucking…touches…her…but…me,"Nyx says with each thrust. "Watch all you want, but I'll be the only one fucking…this…cunt from here on out,"he enunciates some of his words with deep thrusts.
As he states this, I can feel the spittle landing on my cheek when it shoots out from between his clenched teeth. I'm done for. I come hard against the wall in the hallway as his friend watches Nyx drive his cock into me over and over.
"OH GOD…FUCK YES!"I cry out.
In the next instant, Nyx thrusts deeply once more and holds himself as he spills inside of me.
He didn't wear a condom. Fuck. I left my birth control behind at my house in my haste to leave.
His groan as he continues to unload makes me forget about everything else, as yet another climax takes hold of me.