THIRTY-ONE
Saraya
I caved. All it took was my stepbrother exerting his dominance in that sexy as fuck way he has about him, and…I…caved. I thought he would end up using it against me had I let him have his friends watch, so I gave in. I had a weak moment.
Who am I kidding? Phoenyx is my weakness.
His length stretches me as he thrusts in slowly and then pulls himself out.
He watches his cock penetrate me, and I watch him as he does so.
It's so erotic. I never thought sex could be like this.
My first time was taken from me and Kenneth—well, let's just say that even if he had a better tool, he didn't know how to work it, unlike Nyx.
My fucking God!
He uses me for his pleasure, and I'm here for it. However, just because I gave in and told him what he wanted to hear doesn't mean I won't give him hell. I may have agreed, but I never gave a time frame.
"Uh…Nyx…yes!" I throw my head back when he plunges in deep.
A sting on my breast as he slaps me has me moaning even more. Who knew I would honestly like this kind of pain.
"Look at me when I'm fucking you, and you call out my name, little lamb. I want you to see the man with the only cock that this cunt will ever know for the rest of her life."
"Stop giving me orders…" I pant out.
Nyx stops thrusting and slowly pulls out. "Our girl is dripping, baby. She's needy. Are you sure you want to continue arguing with me?"
"What the fuck?" Is he seriously just going to stop?
"Only good girls get Nyx Beckam's cock… "
Fuck this. I'm calling his bluff—there is no way he's going to just walk away. Would he? I'm trying so hard to match his cockiness with my sass, but it's getting harder every day. I need to step up my game.
Shrugging, I shove him away with my feet and sit up. With my hands still behind my back, I walk toward the door and say, "Fine. I'm sure someone in this house will finish the job that the mighty Nyx Beckam couldn't finish—even Amara will do."
Turning my back to the door so I can grab the knob with my hands still bound, I twist and open it, but before I can open it too far, it's slammed closed again. A big, masculine hand rests on the door above my head, and I smirk. I drop it before I turn back around so Nyx doesn't see it.
His hand comes up to grip my jaw, and he squeezes just enough for it to be uncomfortable, and then he warns me in a tight voice, "If you ever go seeking sexual gratification from anyone other than me, you will not like the consequences, little lamb."
"Oh? You share others with them, but I'm not good enough?" My words have the desired effect, and Nyx jerks back a little.
Of course, I know it's a good thing that he doesn't want to share me, but I've given him too much already; the least I can do is fuck with him.
I want him pissed. I want my stepbrother filled with so much irritation that he takes it out on me.
Yeah, I want Nyx to fuck my brains out because I need it.
"Let me tell you something, Raya. All those other women whom I have fucked, meant nothing to me, so why would I care if my friends had them too?"
"What about Mara?"
"What about her?" He finally loosens his hand on my jaw so I can speak more coherently.
"You all are friends, and yet you share her. I'm sure you care for her to an extent."
"Mara is my friend… she's like a sister to me—"
"I am your sister, Nyx." I remind him of our relationship.
He grins wickedly, bringing his head down and teasing my lips with his.
"Mm, that's what makes it so hot, Saraya.
You are the forbidden fruit, and you know me.
Never tell me that I can't have something because I will take it and make it mine.
" He lifts my leg and thrusts into me as he continues to say, "In…
every…single…way…possible." Thrusting between each word.
He then releases my face and cups my breast, so he can devour it as his mouth latches onto my nipple. Nyx is thick, and when he gets in deep and hard, I feel it in my very soul. My wrists being bound only heightens the pleasure as he pulls out and then slams back into me.
"You are mine , Saraya. Now that I have you back, I'm never letting you go." His mouth is back on me, nipping and biting at my chest and neck.
His words sound amazing but his actions are what speak volumes.
I once had a husband who would say sweet words to me, trying to trick me into thinking he was truly sorry for all the wrongs he had done to me.
In the end, he only wanted me to be a willing vessel for him.
His vile words would start back up, the moment he pulled his pathetic little cock from me.
"I knew you were a needy whore. You can’t even stick to your guns and hold your ground.
You give in way too easily because you're nothing but a little cock slut.
" He would say anything he could think of to degrade me; my all-time favorite being, "Too bad Stanton wasn't still around, huh?
You probably want another go at him. You just loved letting him fuck that virginity out of you.
I did Nyx a favor by taking you for my own.
He would have been so disappointed with that cunt of yours.
You wonder why I fuck other whores. Take a good look in the mirror, Saraya! You're a used up whore!"
Ken would then proceed to beat me. Those were his actions after using loving words to get what he wanted. I know Nyx is nothing like Ken, but it's now ingrained in me and so hard to just let go.
"What if I want to go? Will you hold me against my will?" I dare ask.
A growl rumbles against my flesh.
"It's tempting, but no. I will, however, fuck you every chance I get to remind you why you want to stay. You will have everything you need as long as you're by my side."
How about love, Nyx? Will I have your love, too?
His words sound pretty in the moment, but is it really how it will be? I may have said we would marry, but I can't do it until he loves me again. Is he willing to open up to me like that again, now knowing the truth?
I moan as he hits my G-spot repeatedly, and I feel my climax build. I try thrusting with him, but it's hard with the predicament I'm in.
"Release me, Nyx. Let me fuck you right. "
His grin goes straight to my pussy every time.
"I love seeing you at my mercy, little lamb."
"Nyx."
"Hm?"
"Release me, now."
"Come for me, and I'll release you."
Without warning, Nyx grabs me by both thighs and lifts me so he can take us to the bed. He then pulls out long enough to position me on my knees, pushing my head down and pulling my ass up.
"Now that is a fucking gorgeous view." He slaps my ass and impales me once again, fucking me until I'm crying out his name and coming like a freight train all over his cock. "That's my girl—such a good little whore for me."
Something warms in my chest at hearing his words. It's fucked up, because Ken used to call me a slut and a whore all the time, but it's different coming from Nyx's mouth. It makes me feel—proud.
As soon as he empties himself inside me, he removes his belt and repositions me on the bed, so my head is now on the pillow.
He cares for me like he would one of his subs, and I want to argue with him about it, but I'm too drained to say anything.
Instead, I close my eyes, and I'm fast asleep soon after.
When I open my eyes, I rub the sleep from them and swing my feet over the side of the bed, only there is no edge of the bed, just more mattress. That's when I realize I'm in the center of Nyx's king-size bed. However, my being in Nyx's bed isn't my only surprise.
On a table beside the bed, a tray covers a heated dish loaded with eggs, bacon, pancakes, and sausage. A single red rose is placed in a slim vase with a folded card at its base. I smell the rose first before picking up the card and reading.
Little Lamb
I made the foods I knew you liked when we were kids; I hope you still like them. I'll be sure to hire the help back by this afternoon .
As for the rose, it's the first to be plucked from your mother's prized rose bush. I chose the most beautiful bloom for you because you deserve all the beautiful things life offers.
Now that the mushy stuff is out of the way, hurry up and eat, so you can get that cute butt to my office. I need to go to the warehouse, but I will wait for you.
XXX
The Lion
I giggle at the note. It sounds like the little lamb may be taming the lion. Can I be so lucky as to have that happen? Do I really want to tame him? My brows furrow at that last thought. I miss Phoenyx, the boy, but Nyx as the man—well, he's definitely dug his way into my heart.
I love how protective and possessive he is—to an extent, but I know it's only because he cares. His dominant nature is a huge turn-on where my body is concerned, and although I don't want to be submissive to him, I can't deny that he has a way of controlling me as though I am.
Finishing breakfast, I pull one of Nyx's t-shirts over my head and hurry to my room for a quick shower. I don't want to keep him waiting if he wants to go to the warehouse, and I want to go with him. I need answers, too, so I hope he doesn't plan on making me stay here again.
Snatching my phone off its charger, I head to Nyx's home office, just down the hallway from my room. The door is cracked open, and I hear his voice before entering.
"I'm not going to make her do anything she doesn't want, Jarod.
I understand you want to meet her officially, but just give her some time.
Somehow, I think that she'll be ready a lot sooner than you think she will be.
You don't know Raya like I do. She's got a backbone and can handle herself for the most part. "
My heart swells hearing his words, and just when I'm about to go in and throw myself at him, his next words cause me to pause.
"Her only downfall is that she acts before she thinks. She keeps putting herself into situations that she shouldn't be." He must be talking on the phone because I don't hear Jarod in the room.
I lean against the wall outside his office and think about what he just said.
He's right, of course. I've done it twice now, and he's been injured both times.
If he would just let me be a part of whatever he does, I wouldn't have felt the need to take things upon myself.
I'm not blaming him, but we must work as a team if Nyx wants us to work.
I push myself away from the wall, straighten my shoulders, and knock on the door. For some reason, I feel nervous and have no reason to be. When I hear Nyx's voice telling me to enter, I push the door open and stroll in confidently.
I walk to one of the chairs in front of his desk, but Nyx shakes his head no and holds his arm out, indicating he wants me to come to him. I stand my ground, knowing it's going to piss him off, and I shake my head before taking a seat.
"Let me call you back, Jarod. There is something I need to see to at the moment." Nyx stares at me the whole time he talks to the twin.
As soon as he sets his phone down, he sits back and rests his chin in his hand. His eyes never leave mine. I clear my throat to break the silence and say, "Thank you for breakfast—and the rose. It was beautiful."
"Was? Please tell me you didn't crush it in a fit because I gave it to you."
A chuckle erupts and I give him a sincere response, with just a little bit of sass in my reply. "No. It's still safe in the vase you put it in. Whether you believe it or not, not everything you do irritates me. It does show that you have a little bit of a heart inside your chest."
"Shh, don't say that too loud."
I grant him a smile before asking, "So, what's on the agenda?"
"Come sit on my lap, and I'll tell you," Nyx teases.
"I think it's safer if I stay right here."
He shrugs. "Suit yourself…"
I watch him stand and head for the door.
"Wait! Where are you going? I thought you wanted to talk to me."
"I did, but since it's evident that you don't trust my intentions, then I'll leave you be and go about my day." Nyx buttons his suit jacket.
"You're wearing that to the warehouse?"
"Of course. I always dress appropriately when doing business," he states before raking his eyes down my attire.
After my shower, I threw his shirt back on because it's soft and comfy, and then pulled on a pair of biker shorts, tying the shirt at the waist. I jump from the chair.
"I can be ready in five minutes!"
"Ready for what?" Nyx questions with a raised brow .
"To go with you. You're not going to make me stay here again, are you?"
"You said that you would rather stay here." He reminds me of the words I spoke just minutes before.
I narrow my eyes at him. "You know perfectly well that isn't what I meant."
Nyx grins, but it turns into a sigh. "I know, and I had all intentions of taking you, but do you really want to see your father be tortured and killed?"
"Clyde Kappel is just a donor; he is not my father…"
Nyx smirks, strolls to me slowly, and cups my face. "Are you sure?"
I nod. "Yes, I'm sure."
He gazes into my eyes, and I can't help but fall for him a little more when he says, "There's the queen I need by my side. You're the only one that could ever be beside me, little lamb."
His lips brush against mine, then he deepens the kiss for a few seconds before stepping back. He takes my hand and pulls me with him.
"Wait, I need to change."
"Nah, I like seeing you in my shit."
"Nyx…"
"Besides, it will be so much easier to strip you later when I'm ready to fuck you again."
I scoff. "You'll be lucky if you get another kiss from me," I say dryly.
Nyx side-eyes me with a grin and responds, "Hm, we shall see."