THIRTEEN
Nyx
Fuck, when Saraya started going to town with the butcher knife on that piece of shit, it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I wanted nothing more than to take her right there, drenched in his blood and all. Instead, I dragged her away and now I sit here in my office, telling her we will marry.
"No."
"Excuse me?" I ask, thinking I heard her wrong.
"I said no. I'm not marrying you, Nyx."She wears a straight face as she looks me dead in the eye.
"I don't remember asking, Saraya. You and I will marry. I need a wife who can handle this life and knows the ins and outs of this family. That wife will be you. You will stand by my side and bear my heirs. This will be beneficial to you as well. You will have the protection of my name."
Saraya stands and turns like she's going to walk away. "You cannot make me marry you, Nyx."
"STOP!" I growl out.
She obeys and turns to face me. Her beautiful face is full of rage, making her even more gorgeous. I crook my finger at her, commanding her to come to me.
"I'm fine right where I stand, thank you very much."
Oh, does she have a fucking mouth on her. Where is the timid woman I found on my doorstep not long ago? I'm not complaining much; I love a woman with a backbone.
"I will count to three, Raya. I will turn you over my knee if you're not standing before me. One…" I trail off and wait three seconds.
She dares to cross her arms and lift her perfectly sculpted brow at me .
"Two…"I count out; my fingers are already itching to redden her sweet ass.
Just when I'm about to say three , she rolls her eyes and comes forward, planting herself beside me. I push my chair back, grab her tiny wrist, and place her before me. Her ass now leans against the edge of my desk.
"Much better. Now, as I was saying—"
"Idon't care to hear what you were saying, Nyx. I will not marry you. Besides, as long as Ken is missing, I can't marry another for at least two years."
I smirk.
"It's cute that you forget who the fuck I am.
We are the law here in Nyte. When are you going to remember that?
"I slowly drag a finger up the side of her thigh and gaze up at her.
"I'll give you one week to decide whether you will accept my offer.
After that, the offer is off the table, and you're on your own without my protection.
You will not show your face on my doorstep again, and I will release your funds as I see fit. "
Raya narrows her eyes at me.
"That sounds like blackmail to me."
I shrug and say, "I don't think of it that way.
I see it as a win-win for us both. I get a wife who's fit to stand by my side…
"I trace the edge of her pants across her midsection, feeling her jerky reaction when her shirt rises.
My finger touches the soft patch of skin as I continue saying, "And you get the protection of my name and being the wife of one of the Gods of Nyte's Hall. "
She slaps my hand away, and I catch her wrist, giving it a slight tug so she falls into my lap. I grab her around the waist to hold her back to me, knowing she can feel the hardening of my cock.
"There is no denying that your beauty still affects my body, Raya. You can't deny it, either. Just think about it, but know that you will have way more freedom as Mrs. Nyx Beckam than if you continue being Mrs. Kenneth McNally. Especially when they come looking for answers about his disappearance."
Her quick breath intake tells me she's forgotten about that part. Without my protection, she will be free game to anyone wanting to avenge Ken.
Letting my hand slide lower, I cup the apex of her thighs, and I can feel the heat radiating through the material covering her sweet cunt.
I shouldn't rub or press my fingers into her because I want her begging for it.
I should be strong and show her that I'm not easy to break like I was when I was younger, but fuck, I can't do it.
Sliding my hand up and then slowly moving it into her pants, she never once tries to stop me.
Her breathing quickens, and as soon as my fingers find her wetness, I chuckle.
I allow just the tip of one finger to enter her and then I stop, letting her feel me inside of her but not giving her what I know she wants so badly.
I let my nose run up and down her neck as I inform her of one major rule, "As long as you're thinking about being mine, Saraya, you will not engage in any kind of conversation or outing with another man. Do you understand?"
"Nyx, I—"
"Do you understand?"I cut off whatever she was about to say and then pull my finger free as I drag my hand away, ensuring it glides over that sensitive bundle of nerves.
"Yes…" she replies breathlessly.
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, I understand. I will not talk to or go anywhere with any other guy until I decide what to do."
I bring my lips to her ear, and in a low, raspy voice, I say those two little words that women seem to love, "Good girl."
Reluctantly, I help Raya off my lap, not without feeling her up and smacking her ass as I do.
Without saying another word, my stepsister hurries out of my office, and I can't help but grin.
I know I affect her the same way she affects me, which only makes me wonder why she did what she did all those years ago.
I stick my finger into my mouth and taste her for the first time after years of going without.
My cock only hardens more, and I stare at the empty doorway.
I will fucking have her, no matter the cost.
Unfortunately, my thoughts turn to when my father made me watch the video over and over for two fucking hours.
The moans of pleasure coming from the lips of the girl I loved destroyed me over and over.
I never saw the face of the guy she was fucking, just his back as he hammered into her from the top.
Now, I wonder whether that was Stanton or Ken at the time.
I always thought it was Ken, but now I know it could have been either.
I curse my father for showing me that video and for allowing that to take place. She was still his daughter by marriage, and yet he allowed her to whore herself to two men. The disgust comes back in full force, and I go to my minibar for another drink.
Tossing the whiskey back immediately, I return to my desk and get to work drawing up the prenup. Saraya Abbott-McNally will commit herself to me whether she believes it or not. It's only a matter of time.
There's a small party going on at the Hall.
It's what we do about twice a month. We invite a few friends and an abundance of women because, come on, most of the women we know like their fun with multiple men.
You could say it usually turns into one big orgy, but the Heirs tend to not fuck in front of outsiders unless it's in one of the voyeur rooms at the club.
Tonight is no different; unlike past parties, I don't have any females hanging on me. I've already warned them all not to touch. Now that I've decided to marry my devious little stepsister, I will stay away from others because that's how it should be when one is devoted to someone.
I can't say that the women are staying entirely away. Four of them remain close in hopes that I change my mind. They can hope all they want; only one woman will get my attention if she comes down to the party. Something tells me Raya is trying to avoid me as much as possible.
I saw it in her eyes and felt it when I touched her earlier; Saraya wants me.
She hates the ultimatum that I've given her, just as much as I hate how she had deceived me all those years ago, but even I cannot deny any longer that I still want her, nor can she deny wanting me.
I've thought about just fucking her to get it out of my system, but something tells me that I won't be satisfied with just one time.
I don't fuck women more than once. Amara is the only woman who has ever had Nyx Beckam multiple times, and now her time has ended.
It's been fun, but I started pulling away in that department before Raya returned.
I felt it was time that Mara began looking around for her own man instead of fucking around with the Heirs.
Eventually, we all have to marry, and Amara wouldn't have been any of our chosen wives.
She'sone of our best friends; she's one of us, except the only thing she inherited was her family's debt.
Although we're ending that with our generation, she's still here, serving us, because this is her home— we are her home.
I had only fucked Mara that night to show Raya that her presence didn't matter to me. At least, it didn't at that time .
Speaking of our little devil, her laughter drifts through the room as she plants herself on the other side of a female that Zilas is deep-throating with his tongue.
Amara, not being an Heir, will fuck anywhere and is not ashamed of it.
She yanks the woman's dress up to her hips and finger bangs her right there.
"Gotta get you ready for my boy to fuck.
His cock is so fat, it will tear you in two if you aren't ready,"Mara warns the woman with amusement.
"You should see the damage he does when he takes my ass, but it's oh so fucking good.
"She bites the woman's earlobe and must shove more fingers into her because the woman moans really loudly.
Zilas lifts her leg so Mara has better access, and now the whole room can witness it all.
I find it amusing that these women come here knowing they will be used in humiliating and depraved ways, but still—they come.
No pun intended. We respect them unless they give us a reason not to, like attaching themselves to us.
I get that all women want to be the one to catch our eye; they all know of the five-year time frame for us to find a wife.
They all want us, but what they don't understand is that is precisely why we don't allow them to get attached to us.
Our future wives will not be found at any of our parties.
We cannot marry a woman willing to give herself to multiple men like they do and who we know are only out for our money.
Glancing around the room, I see that Cray is playing strip pool with a female, who appears to be losing since she's down to just her panties. Her small tits are perky as she stands there waiting for Cray to make his next shot. They all know he's a pool shark, so I can't feel sorry for them one bit.
Adrik is carrying a passed out woman who allowed him to give her sleeping pills just so he could rail her unconscious body.
He will record it and make her watch it once she wakes up and he will fuck her again as she does.
It's his kink and as long as the women are aware of it, I don't say a word, none of us do.
I return to watching Mara and Zilas prepping the woman.
I like being a voyeur; sex is an art and I appreciate a good piece of art.
My phone buzzes with an incoming message and I reach into my pocket to retrieve my phone.
I’m smirking at Mara as she shoves her fourth finger inside the woman after she begs Mara for more.
One of the women sitting at my feet must get bored because she gets up and heads over to Cray. It's no skin off my back. I glance at the other three women, and they smile at me, but I don't return it. Instead, I bring up the message on my phone, and alarm bells start to go off.
UNKNOWN: I know what baby sister did.
Before I can respond back, not that I will, another message comes through.
This time, it's a video message—one that has me filling with rage.
In the video, I see Saraya walking into the kitchen.
There is no sound on the video, but I don't really need audio when the actions alone have me boiling to a point where I feel like I may explode.
When Ken backhands Raya the way he did, I almost break my phone as my fist tightens around it.
I make myself loosen my hold, only to tighten it again as he bends her over the counter and tries raping her.
It's not until the next image that I loosen my grip again, and a grin spreads across my face.
Raya is stabbing the fuck out of her husband, making me proud as fuck.
The video goes black, and I sober up. Pushing myself out of the chair, the women at my feet frown at my departure, but I don't give a fuck. Only one woman matters at the moment, and she's not here.
Without a word to anyone, I walk out of the billiard room and head toward my wing of the house. If my little lamb is still indecisive about marrying me, this may help convince her. She needs me now more than ever.