FIVE
Nyx
I don't know what the fuck I was thinking, having Saraya waitress out on the floor. Granted, she's pretty good at it—a little too good if you ask me. I don't know how many customers I've wanted to take to the back room and shove a fist right up their ass for looking at my stepsister wrong.
Tomorrow, I'll put her in the hostess spot.
This way, I don't have to worry about her walking around with her ass cheeks hanging out.
I'm sitting at the bar watching Saraya's every move.
If anybody asks, I'm making sure she doesn't fuck up, but really, I'm making sure the customers keep their fucking hands to themselves.
"She's definitely grown into a beauty, hasn't she?" Adrik's deep voice comes from the stool behind me.
I don't bother turning to face him; there's no need, just like I don't need to answer him either.
Adrik and I have a friendship that differs from what I have with the others.
Being the two oldest Heirs, we've been through some shit together.
Up until he served time a few counties over for some bullshit charge, we were inseparable.
Now, he may or may not have a few secrets he isn't willing to share with me, and I'm okay with that.
"You two look like you're about to devour her." Amara's voice reaches me, and I turn to see that Adrik is, in fact, practically drooling over my stepsister.
His eyes meet mine, and I give him a subtle shake of my head. He responds with a nod, then turns away from the room, lifting his glass to his lips as a smirk dances across them. Dickhead.
I give our little devil my attention, only to see that she's standing very close to me, with her elbows on the bar, as she also watches Saraya. She's wearing another leather suit, only this time her tits are spilling from it, her nipples barely covered.
"Aren't you supposed to be working tonight?"
My attention returns to the floor, and I catch my little lamb looking toward us. Is that animosity on her face as she looks at our little devil standing close to me? I lift my hand and push some hair away from Mara's face, hooking it behind her ear.
She gifts me with her beautiful smile and says, "You're such an asshole." Her throaty laugh is loud enough for half the room to hear, and I grin as I shrug.
"Call me what you want, but I'll have you calling me your God if I want to later."
My comment only makes her laugh harder. "Don't mention it if you're not willing to deliver," she replies.
"And to answer your question—I am—working, I mean.
Randy is stewing in the Mechanic room. He's a bit tied up at the moment.
Tell me, Nyx, aside from the chump stealing from us, did you know that he likes to rape little boys? "
I let the side of my mouth kick up. "I don't know what you're talking about, little devil."
"It's just as well that you don't answer," she says as she turns to walk away, only to stop again. "You haven't seen my favorite gag, have you? The one with the fat dick on it. His screams may become too much."
"Jesus, what are your plans for him?" Adrik asks from my other side. "I might have to come watch this one."
Amara claps her hands excitedly. "I'm going to perform my first circumcision and then clean it with the acid from one of the car batteries that we use for props."
"Oh fuck, never mind. I'll pass," Adrik states with discomfort. I, too, want to grab my boys and show them a little love after hearing about her little playdate.
"Will that end things, or just hurt like a son of a bitch?" I ask.
She leans into my ear and seductively says, "That is just the foreplay, baby. If you want to know what's in store for Randy the Rear Raper, then you're going to have to come watch."
Adrik and I both watch her as she walks away.
I only watch because she puts some extra sway to her already fine ass.
I won't stop how I live my life just to make Saraya feel more comfortable.
She didn't give a damn about my feelings and what I was willing to give up for her, so why should I care now?
"You shouldn't have left so early last night," Adrik says. "I'm sorry for the mess on your bed. You know how little devil gets."
"You could have left out the blood play. It looked like a damn massacre on my bed sheets. Where the fuck are all the cuts, anyway?" I ask my friend.
He smirks and lifts his shirt to show his battle wounds from playing with Amara. "She may have gone a little deep with this one." He points to a small cut that looks to be glued together.
I shake my head and snicker. "When will you learn?"
"Hey, I find it hot when a woman takes charge for a bit. You should see her ass cheeks; I paid her back, no worries." Adrik downs the rest of the amber liquid in his glass and slaps my shoulder as he stands. I'm going to go play. You have fun getting blue balls."
"Fuck you. I'm training her; I'm not here for pleasure tonight."
Adrik looks to the end of the bar where Saraya now stands as she waits for her order to be filled. "Oh, but you could be, buddy." He nods towards my little lamb and then walks away.
I find Saraya sitting and rubbing her feet in the employee locker room. I frown because I don't know why her feet are hurting when I don't make my female wait staff wear heels. I know what that must feel like, and I'm sure it isn't pleasant to be on them all night, so I have them wear combat boots.
"What the fuck, Raya? You just had a break ninety minutes ago…"
"I know, I'm sorry, Nyx…"
"Mr. Beckam," I remind her.
"You told me to call you Nyx."
"When we are at work, you are my employee, not my sister, and you will respectfully call me by the same name as my other employees."
"Fine, Mr. Beckam. The boots you gave me are too small and squish my toes. The damn fishnets aren't helping either," she grumbles.
I frown. "Have your feet grown since you were seventeen? Are you not a size eight anymore? "
My little lamb sits up straight and studies me briefly before softening her features and nodding. "Yes, that is correct, but the boots are a size seven."
Anger rises within. I asked her to do me one simple favor.
"I'll speak with my assistant," I inform Raya. "Stay here, and I will go grab the correct size."
I search the inventory room for a size eight combat boot, and as soon as I find them, I head to the Mechanic room.
You see, Club Unholy has a sectioned-off area where certain activities take place.
It's where we take care of our business that has nothing to do with the kink world.
It was Amara's idea to design rooms that she can work in but can also pass as scene rooms for the club.
I stop in front of the room I know she's in and look into the viewing window. Plastic lines the floor, and Randy, one of our informants, is spread eagle as he hangs from chains attached to the ceiling. His front is a bloody mess, but it doesn't look like she's used the acid on it yet.
Amara pops out from behind the guy and notices me in the window.
Our little devil waves enthusiastically, only she's wearing one of those long gloves vets use for inseminating cattle.
It's full of blood which tells me Mara is fisting the sicko.
She's always said that if she ever gets the pleasure of torturing a pedophile, she would do just that.
Looks like our little devil has hit the jackpot tonight.
I glare at her and lift the new pair of boots.
As soon as her eyes land on them, she knows exactly what I'm talking about.
Mara smirks and then pretends it's no big deal by shrugging, like it was just a prank.
I'm not sure why it's bothering me so much that I'm actually getting mad at one of my eldest friends.
Amara has stayed by my side through that whole fiasco, and she helped me to pick up the pieces of a young man's broken heart and harden it so it will never go through that again.
Saraya's entrance into my life once again is fucking with my head, and I don't like it.
Still, I will have to discuss this with our little devil because by doing this, we are now down one person for the time it takes her feet to feel better.
"Tomorrow, you will learn the Hostess position, so I will have an appropriate dress delivered for you to wear. Be ready by three-thirty; I have a meeting at four, and I won't have time to come back to get you," I tell my little lamb on the drive home.
I keep referring to her as my little lamb, and I don't know why.
I've been reserving that little nickname for the woman who will eventually sacrifice herself to me in marriage and produce the children necessary to continue my family's bloodline.
Saraya is not that woman. Maybe once upon a time, but not now.
"What if this is your chance at a second chance with her ?" Adrik's words from last night come back to haunt me.
No, it can't be my second chance. I'm too hard; she's made me into a monster who now takes what he wants. Saraya would never be able to handle me as I am now.
"I don't mind waitressing, Nyx."
My hands tighten on the steering wheel, and I glance at her, "I'm sure you don't, but as I said, you will train as a hostess tomorrow night, and for God's sake, wear comfy shoes."
"Well, maybe if I had been given the right size, my feet wouldn't have been hurting…" she mumbles under her breath like I can't hear. She's got gumption; I'll give her that.
I ignore her snide comment. Instead, my eyes drift down to her fishnet-covered legs.
I don't remember her legs looking so long and toned.
The uniform bottoms are so short it's almost like she's wearing swimsuit bottoms. I can see her legs all the way up to the apex of her thighs and that forbidden area that I was told could never be mine.
"Mm, Raya, I don't know how much longer I can go without having you." I kiss down her neck and across her collarbone as she lays on my bed.
We shouldn't be doing this in the house; it's too risky, but I had to taste her.
Family has been around constantly; we haven't had time to ourselves in four days.
Dad and Jessica are at a benefit, but I'm sure it's over by now.
That doesn't stop me from making out with my stepsister.
I just need a few stolen kisses and a touch here and there.
I palm her breast over her shirt and knead it. "Oh, God, Phoenyx…"
"Shh, baby. We can't let anybody hear us," I tell her and lift her shirt.
"Phoenyx, I want you…"
"You have me, baby."
"No, I mean—I want you. "
"Not here, sweetie, but soon. Promise me that you are mine forever."
"I promise, Phoenyx…" she pants.
My mouth descends as I pull her breasts out of the cups. She moans and cradles my head to her chest. We are dry humping as I suck her nipple into a hardened peak.
Suddenly, my door opens, and I hear a giggle along with my father's booming voice before it abruptly stops. I jump up and stand in front of Saraya so she can fix her clothing.
"Sorry, son. I didn't know you had company…" his voice trails off when I feel Saraya move behind me. "What the fuck, Phoenyx? What is the meaning of this?"
"Oh, my God! Raya, what in the world?"
"Saraya, I think you had better go to your room right now," my father orders.
She says nothing as she runs from the room with Jessica on her tail. My father slams my bedroom door closed and faces me with rage in his eyes. When he stalks me, I stand tall and don't back down. However, I wasn't expecting the right hook that came my way.
The Hall comes into view, and I couldn't be happier.
I need to put space between Saraya and I.
It's been a long fucking night watching her in barely any clothing, but I only have myself to blame.
I need a cold fucking shower. Maybe I should invite Emily over to help take care of this raging boner I'm now sporting.
Oh, who am I kidding? That woman wouldn't do anything for me.
Sighing, I groan inwardly…a cold shower it is, then.