EIGHTEEN
Saraya
I stare blankly at Nyx as if watching a second head sprout from his neck. I cannot have heard him right, but he stands there like he's waiting for something. Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I cock my brow at him.
"Excuse me? Can you repeat what you just said?"
"No, Raya. I didn't stutter, and you heard me the first time." He stands and steps closer to me.
"I don't think—"
"What, little lamb? You don't think what? That you heard me or that this is a good idea?"
My legs tremble, but it's not from being scared.
It's from me trying to keep my arousal from dripping out even more than it already has.
How the hell does he do this? Why can't my brain and my body get on the same page?
I try straightening my back and showing him that he doesn't intimidate me, but this action only seems to amuse him.
"I'm not going to play your little games, Nyx!"I turn to remove myself from his space, but suddenly, I'm spun around, and I can feel heat against my back.
"Do you honestly believe that you don't want this?"
Nyx's hot breath is in my ear, his arm around my waist, and his hand—well, let's just say I now know why he bought me this dress.
"You can't fight it, little lamb. Believe me, I've tried."
What's he saying? Does Nyx really want me the way I want him? I know he likes to fuck with me, and what man doesn't want to get fucked? The other day, I was weak and didn't care, but now? Do I dare give in because we really want each other deep down, or do I walk away?
Trying to hold off until I know for sure what I want to do, I scoff and say, "Oh please, you fucked me just to prove that you have power over me. Don't try feeding me all this bullshit about not being able to fight it."
He presses himself into my backside and grinds out, "Does this feel like me just fucking with you, Raya?
I wish that's all it was, but you keep doing shit that turns me on, and I'm having a hard time holding myself back.
I'm tired of doing it, so I will take it from now on because I know you want it just as much. "
"You don't know shit…"My words come out in a whisper as I try to calm my racing heart and throbbing pussy.
"Oh yeah?"Nyx questions just before shoving his hand inside my panties. "What is this then, Raya? Why do my fingers slide back and forth so easily? Tell me…"he growls when I don't answer.
Not wanting to give him what he wants, I say the first thing that comes to me, "There were seven other men in this room, Nyx. Who says you're the one that made me wet?"
I should have known that was the wrong thing to say. Nyx's reaction is instant. The hand around my waist moves upward and grips my neck, not entirely cutting off my air but enough for me not to be able to struggle.
"You think you're funny? How about we talk about these other men so we can figure out just which one of us is going to make you our little slut for the night."
My hands come up to grab his wrist, but that's the extent of it. I don't try to remove his hand because I know I won't be able to. Truth be known, I really don't want to.
"You may not like the results,"I tease.
"I'll be the judge of that. Now, shall we start eliminating the other players?"His teeth sink into my earlobe with impatience when I remain quiet.
"Damn it, Nyx…"
"Ah, there's that voice. Now tell me, little lamb, was it old man Kappel, who most likely can't get it up unless he takes that little blue pill he carries in his pocket every time he visits our club? Maybe it was the brother. He usually gets his brother's sloppy seconds, though."
"You're fucking disgusting! Do you know that?! "
Nyx chuckles. "I'm not the one getting wet thinking about old ball sacks, Raya."
That's it. I'm not going to stand here and listen to this! I yank on his wrist, but it's as I thought; it's no use. However, Nyx spins me around, so we're now facing each other. With his hand still on my throat, he pushes me back until my ass is leaning on the edge of his desk.
"It seems we've gotten two of the seven out of the way. We can also dismiss the other Heirs. We both know none of them turn you on like I do."He smirks.
"There are still the twins. You know what they say about double the pleasure…"I lick my lips before biting down on the bottom one.
Yeah, I'm egging him on, and I'm enjoying every fucking minute of it.
I want to see how far I can push him. I know he won't hurt me—at least not in a bad way.
I should be ending this asinine conversation, but I don't have the willpower to walk away from something I know will bring me immense pleasure—so I don't.
His grip tightens around my neck. "No more talking; your mouth can be used for more pleasurable things. However, since we've yet to determine the person responsible for your sopping-wet cunt, you will answer me in other ways. Can you be truthful for once, little lamb?"
His last words hurt. I've always been truthful with him, but this is something that we will never be able to agree on, so I must accept it for now. I don't nod my response, but I do narrow my eyes at him since speech is now hard with his vise-like grip.
My stepbrother snickers and lets his eyes wander down my body. He moves the fabric of my dress aside and, using his legs, spreads mine open as he stands between them.
"Damn, Raya, you really are soaked, aren't you?"He looks around the room before turning his hard gray eyes back on me. They've got a slight gleam to them as he states, "They weren't this wet a moment ago. Only the two of us are here now, and you're dripping like a leaky faucet, Lil' Sis."
I slap at his wrist, but it only amuses him.
"Tell you what. I won't make you admit out loud that it's me you want deep inside this sweet cunt, but you will admit it to me.
You can show me that you can be truthful by undoing my belt, opening my pants, and pulling my throbbing cock out.
Prepare it to take what will be his real fucking soon. "
Jesus. What the fuck is wrong with me? The way Nyx talks to me should be a red flag for every sensible female out there. I must be colorblind because all I see is green, and as if I'm in some sort of trance, I do exactly what he told me to do—be completely truthful.
I keep my eyes on his the entire time I open his pants and pull him out, even when I have his cock in my hand and feel just how girthy he is. I don't dare look at it because I know I will give away just how greedy I am for it.
Nyx's jaw is clenched as I hold him in my hand.
Apparently, my being truthful isn't enough because he then says, "This is the crucial part, Raya.
Tell me that it's me that makes you wet and nobody else.
Let's eliminate the rest of those fuckers by you doing one simple thing.
Do you want to know what that one thing is? "
I don't know, do I? Nodding without realizing I'm doing so, the smirk on Nyx's face grows. I know I won't like what he's about to say, but I'm too far gone to care. I want him inside me, and I want his thick cock doing very bad things to me.
"I don't think I even need you to do anything.
The look in your eyes tells me exactly what I need to know,"Nyx states amusedly.
"What I'm going to do next is I'm going to rip these panties from you, and then you're going to line me up, so I can push my dick deep inside you. Are you okay with that?"
I've run out of patience. In a whispery but menacing voice, due to the grip on my neck, I sneer, "Stop fucking around, Nyx. You know very well why I'm wet. Now either fuck me or let me go so I can find someone else to do what youcan't."
I don't feel the fabric of my panties being torn, only the stretch of his cock as it pushes into me. "Oh, fuck…"
"You wanted it, little lamb, and now—you're going to get it."Pulling out, he thrusts back into me with a vengeance. "Pull your tits out. I want them in my mouth."
Well, shit, if this isn't the hottest thing I've ever experienced.
That's not entirely true—our first time was equally as hot as this.
Why is it that I never found my ex-husband's dominance as hot as I find my stepbrother's?
The way he takes control has me feeling—powerful, if that makes sense.
He does it in such a way that it comes off almost desperate—like he needs to have me, or he will just die .
That's the difference between Ken and Nyx. Ken needed the power over me because he was an asshole, whereas, with Nyx, it seems that he needs the power to keep himself from succumbing to a lonely life without the love of a particular woman—me.
Regardless of what we both say and our actions, our feelings for each other are as strong as they were in the past. We just need to find a way to break free of the chains holding us back and embrace this second chance we have been given.
However, we are stubborn. One of us must give in first and take that step if we are ever going to rectify all the wrongs done to us.
The question is which one of us will do it.
I let that question drift to the back of my head as I come back to the present and what is happening to my body as Nyx fucks it like a starved man.
I guess we've both been starved for far too long.
So, forgetting all my grievances against him for the time being, I give in to the pleasures Nyx is forcing upon my body.
I hadn't realized he had let go of my throat and was now latched on to my bared breast. Gripping his hair, I force his head back and his mouth off, wincing as his teeth scrape against the sensitive skin.
"Fucking kiss me, Nyx."
The wicked grin he gives me has my walls clenching around his cock as it plunges into me.
Nyx’s mouth crashes against mine, and we kiss with such passion that it feels like we've been doing it for years.
We are so in sync with the other, and that's how I know we are meant to be, whether we believe it or not.
I moan when my climax hits, and he fucks me harder. He pulls away from my lips just far enough to say, "I'm going to come, Raya. I will claim you, and it will settle the talk about marriage. If I come inside you again, we will marry."
I'm too out of it to care what he's saying. "Please…"I beg, for what… I'm not sure.
"Fuck!"Nyx jerks into me three times, thrusting in as deep as he can on the last one, and that's when I feel it—he's coming inside me again.
"I need to get Plan B. "
Nyx casually looks sideways at me as he tucks himself back into his pants. I watch his eyes move to my stomach and then meet my eyes again. I can't tell what he's thinking, which makes me nervous.
"No."
I blink.
"Excuse me?"
He stands in front of me, his hand going to the back of my neck, and I automatically tilt my head back without him pulling it back on his own. Nyx brushes a few strands away from my eyes and tilts his own head to the side.
"Did you not agree to marry me when I was nine to ten inches deep inside you?"
I scoff, "Do you not know how big you are?"
He just shrugs. "I've never needed to measure. As long as I pleasure you with it, that's all that matters."
Shoving at his chest, I try to move him, but he's like a brick wall. "Stop being such a fucking asshole, Nyx. I never said I would marry you, and I definitely never said you could knock me up."
"I specifically remember hearing you say please when I told you I was going to come inside you. I also told you that we will marry if I did just that. I gave you the choice and,"he leans in, brushing his lips across my ear, and says, "You made it."
"That's not fair…"I stammer.
"No, what's unfair is you trying to change your choice when it's already been made. What's not fair,"he continues,"Is that you want to make sure my seed doesn't take after I so generously gave you so much of it."
"You can't be fucking serious! We haven't spoken in over ten years, and now that we are, you treat me like shit on the bottom of your shoe. Now, you want me to have your spawn?"
He irritates the hell out of me! How dare he just assume I would be okay with getting pregnant. It's just another way to trap me, and I won't let him do it!
Nyx grins at me as if I've said something funny.
He then briefly presses his lips to mine before saying, "At least that spawn will be the cutest spawn ever made.
"Backing up, he points to a door in his office, instructing, "Go use the restroom to freshen up.
We have rounds to make on the main floor. "
I stare at him in disbelief, but he's already dismissed me as he starts flipping through papers on his desk.
Before I say something I can't take back, I hurry into the restroom and close myself in.
Leaning my hands on the vanity, I look at myself in the mirror, and all I see is a woman who has just been thoroughly fucked.
Then, straightening myself back up, I give my reflection a little pep talk. "I can't do this. I need to get out of here…"