TEN #2
As soon as he loosens his hold, I push up and away from him.
I should be embarrassed but I'm learning really fast that if I don't start standing up to him, I'll find myself in the same situation as I did with Ken.
Nyx would never hit me, I know this, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't fuck with me until I submit.
I glare at him. "Do you want a cookie? Oh, the great Nyx Beckam was able to keep his dick in his pants for five fucking minutes."
He throws his head back and laughs. It's sinister before he grinds his teeth and says, "At least I'll admit that I've fucked a lot of women. Then again, I didn't betray anyone while fucking any of them."
"Nyx, stop— "
"Oh, what's the matter? You don't like hearing the truth? Well, I love hearing the truth, so how about, for once in your life, you speak the truth to me. How many guys have you fucked?" His voice rises a few notches.
"It doesn't matter—"
He slams his fist down on the steering wheel and growls, "It does fucking matter!" His eyes are hard steel as he turns them on me and asks again, "How many?"
I look down at my lap and think back all those years ago when my stepfather barged into my room and forbade me to go near his son. He wasn't alone, but I paid the others no mind as my mind was trying to wrap itself around what Layton was saying. I was never to go near Phoenyx again.
"It isn't right, Saraya. Blood or not, you two are family, and we don't do that in this family.
Listen to me well if you need another reason because that one isn't good enough.
I have taken care of you like my own daughter, but when it comes down to it, you are still a bastard who doesn't know who her father is.
Phoenyx will run this town one day and will need a queen by his side. You can never be that queen, Saraya."
"You can't stop us from being together. We love each other, and what others think doesn't matter," I try telling my stepfather.
"That's where you're wrong, little girl. I can stop you. I have already chosen your husband, Saraya. From this day forward, you will spend all your time with Kenneth." Layton points to the man who is a few years my senior.
Kenneth is decent-looking, but the way he smirks at me and looks me up and down as if I'm his next meal is creeping me out. When he moves toward me, I shrink back and start shaking my head.
"No, I won't do it. I love Phoenyx; we will be together," I argue, but it makes no difference in the end.
"You won't be together if he's dead, now will you? If the two of you disobey me, Phoenyx loses everything, and I will hunt him down like the traitor that he is. He will be dead to me, and I won't be having some imposter walking around in my dead son's body."
"You wouldn't!" I gasp at what I'm hearing.
"Fucking try me, little girl!"
I glance at Kenneth and back at my stepfather. Fear takes hold, and I lose all hope. I can't let Phoenyx lose his birthright because of me, but most of all, I can't have him lose his life .
"Okay. I'll stay away from him."
"Of course you will, because you will marry Kenneth."
"No, I won't, but I will stay away from Phoe—nyx…" my voice cracks.
"My son is stubborn. No, this will only work if you're married, so you and Ken will marry in three days."
"But that's my birthday!"
"Exactly," Layton smirks and then nods at Kenneth before he goes on to say, "As your future husband, Kenneth isn't impressed by virgins, so Stanton is here to help with that."
"W-what do you mean?" Dread fills me.
"Stanton will be ridding you of that nasty virginity per your fiancé's request."
"No! I'll marry Kenneth, but I won't do this!"
"You really have no say, Saraya." Nodding at the other man, Ken and Stanton come at me as my stepfather leans against the wall.
My future husband holds me in place with his hand over my mouth as another, much older man takes from me the very thing I promised to the love of my life. They don't care if they are gentle or not. They just take it, and my stepfather stands back and enjoys the show.
Once it's over and the man named Stanton leaves, I hear Layton talking to Ken, "Here, all the evidence is on this video if you ever need it to prove who it was that fucked the little slut.
I've already sent it to my phone to alter it and make it look like she enjoyed it all.
My son will never forgive her for this betrayal. "
Before I pass out, my stepfather comes over to me and yanks me by the hair. He makes me look him in the eye while he threatens me with the one thing that has me swearing to secrecy.
"You will go along with my plan because one word of this to my son—not only will I end him, but I'll make you MY whore, and you will bear me a new Heir." He peruses my used, battered body and snickers before pushing me away from him and leaving my room.
I lost a lot of things that day. I lost all the love I had for my stepfather, I lost my dignity, and I lost my innocence. Most of all, and what hurt the most, is that I lost my best friend and the love of my life.
"Two," I whisper.