TWENTY-SIX
Saraya
Nyx is incorrigible!
How am I supposed to stay mad at him when he flaunts that delicious piece of meat in front of me like that? I'm worried that we will never work through our issues if we keep pushing them aside in order to have hot sex. This will be the last time—I swear.
"Don't fucking move," I hiss when he tries thrusting upward.
When he doesn't listen, I stop moving altogether. Nyx holds my hips in place and takes over, but like hell if I'm going to allow him to injure himself because he's too stubborn.
I try climbing off, but he only smirks and thrusts harder.
I truly begin to worry, so I do the only thing I can think of—I slap him across the face.
It's not a light slap, either. His head snaps to the right, his hair flying into his face as it does.
All movement stops except for the thunderous beating of my heart.
When he turns to look at me, my eyes widen, and I curse, "Oh fuck!"
Grabbing his face, I check his mouth only to see a small gash in his lip from where his tooth punctured it. He'll survive. Nyx stares at me in amusement, but I don't return it. Instead, he gets my glare once again.
"Oh, little lamb, what have you done?"
"You said I was in control; you were going to hurt yourself, Nyx! I'm not sorry. Maybe next time you will listen…"
If I'm being totally honest, I do feel bad. Why am I raising my hand to another person when I hated it when it was done to me?
"Stop that."
"Stop what?" I ask Nyx .
"You're not sorry. Stick with that. Don't get in your head and start feeling bad about hitting me when I deserved it. It's not like you did it out of spite, Raya."
"How do you always know what I'm thinking? It's fucking creepy."
Nyx sighs. "I know you better than you know yourself. I always have."
I know he's right, but it doesn't make it any less creepy.
I cup his cheek and examine his bloody lip.
Before I know what I'm doing, I lean in, and my tongue darts out, slowly licking the blood away.
I feel him jerk inside of me. My hips—having a mind of their own—gently move back and forth as I taste the very essence of my stepbrother.
When I feel him start to move, I let out a little snarl of my own, and with my mouth still pressed against his, I say, "Don't fucking move. Let me do it."
He stops instantly, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. "You are so fucking hot like this, Raya, but you're so going to get punished for it later."
"You'll have to catch me first…"
Nyx's hand grips the back of my neck and holds me in place, so his other hand can come down on my ass.
Thankfully, my skirt is in the way, so it hampers the sting a little.
Either way, it still turns me on, and I take Nyx's lips, opening mine to let him in.
I continue to rock and grind, making sure to rub my clit against him.
When his hand grips my hip, and I feel him start to swell, I stop entirely and pull back. "Don't fucking come yet, Nyx."
"I'm not making any promises, little lamb. Now, get back to it before I throw you over the table and fuck you like a common whore."
"There's nothing common about me, brother . As for the whore part, well, you only get that if you're a good boy for me."
I don't know where the sassiness is coming from.
She's been dormant for so long that I thought she'd be gone for good.
I see now that it only took the right person to bring it out in me.
Nyx can be a cocky ass all he wants, but I'll be damned if I let him walk all over me.
Knowing I don't have a life hanging over my head, true freedom is just a hop, skip, and jump away.
The only question is, will I find it again with Nyx, or is it too late for us?
Nyx's growl should have been warning enough, but when I don't pay attention to it, I find myself being lifted and thrown over the table just like he said.
My first reaction is the worry that he may have hurt himself, but then, when he holds my head down against the table and thrusts back into me, anger mixed with excitement crashes through my body, and I find myself both fighting and fucking against him.
"Look at you, little lamb. The lion's got you in his clutches now, and he's going to eat you up."
"Damn it, Nyx…please!"
I don't know if I'm begging him for more or for him to stop; either way, all he does is laugh as he slams into me from behind. My eyes roll to the back of my head as he hits that sweet spot repeatedly. My muscles tighten with the oncoming orgasm.
"Am I being a good boy now, little lamb? Come for me, baby—come now!" His command ends on a growl as he plunges into me one last time and stills.
I feel his release, and it sets mine off. My walls grip him, and he curses before pulling out a little and thrusting back in. He loosens his hold on my head but tangles his fingers into my hair.
"Fuck, Raya…what are you doing to me?" He thrusts a few more times as I'm still coming.
"Oh God…yes…f—uck!" I lay spent underneath him as his forehead rests against my shoulder blades.
His phone ringing brings us both back to reality. When he straightens up, I think he's going to pull out, but he pushes me back down and tells me to stay before answering his phone.
"Beckam…"
He traces his fingers up and down my back as he listens to whoever is on the other end of the call. The caress feels good, but I don't want to overthink it. I can't afford to fall harder for Nyx when I'm unsure what our future holds.
"What the fuck do you mean Pike wants to talk to me? Why would I want to discuss anything with the leader of South Crew?"
Nyx's voice is angry. I've heard of the South Crew; they're bad news, and Nyx would do well to avoid them.
"Fine. Tomorrow afternoon at the old train station. Tell him to be there at two sharp; I won't wait for him." There's a pause, and then Nyx explodes, "The hell I will bring her! What the fuck does he want with Raya?"
My head whips around, and I meet Nyx's cold gray stare.
I would think he's pissed at me, but his hand caressing my spine says otherwise.
He finally pulls out slowly, helping me to stand as he continues listening to the other person.
Before I can move away, though, he pulls me in and kisses my lips.
He then points to the chair, indicating I am to sit and eat.
I appease him for the time being until he hangs the phone up and says, "Eat."
"Who was that, and why the fuck does the South Crew want to see me?" I question him.
"I don't know why, but don't worry because you're not going with me."
"Nyx, you can't be going out with your injury!"
"I'm fine, Raya," he says, but it looks like something is bothering him andhe’s wanting to ask me something.
"What is it?"
"You don't know why Pike would want me to bring you, do you?"
"What? No! I've never met the guy before. I've heard of the Crew when Ken talked about them, but that's the extent."
He nods.
Wow, he actually believes me!
"Who was on the phone?" I ask again since he didn't answer me the first time.
He waves his hand and states, "It was just Jarod passing along a message for his father."
My spine stiffens.
"What's wrong?"
I'm not sure if I'm allowed to say anything because I remember what Mara said, but I think it's best to tell Nyx. He should know. I don't want to keep anything from him anymore.
"Nyx, you should know something."
I slide one of the plates over to him, and he takes it, waiting for me to go on. I'm just not sure how to say it. How pissed will Mara be?
"Well, what is it?" he asks.
"Um, well," I reply before pausing, but then I just blurt out, "I found out who my father was—or is."
Maybe it wasn't the best idea to relay the information that Mara gave me to Nyx.
One minute, he was sitting across from me eating the spaghetti I brought to the room—which has now turned cold—as I talked, and then he was gone.
Dropping his fork, he stood, threw his napkin down, and stalked from the room.
I've been sitting here trying to make sense of what just took place.
After about five minutes, I finally stand and start clearing the plates, piling them back onto the tray to return to the kitchen. Mara comes flying into Nyx's room like the Tasmanian Devil and grips my wrist, stopping me from lifting the tray.
"What the fuck, Saraya?! I told you we needed to tread lightly when we told Nyx about the other video!"
I yank my wrist away from her and step closer to the little devil as I glare at her. "I'm really getting tired of your animosity, Mara! I've never done shit to you, so stop acting as though I have. What I tell Nyx is none of your concern, especially when it involves me !"
I know I should probably watch my step with this little assassin, but seriously, I can't help but lose my shit when it comes to her.
Maybe I shouldn't have said anything, but that isn't the case.
I'm done keeping secrets from Nyx. If we have any chance of making it, we have to be open and honest with each other.
I'll still make him work for my forgiveness if only to see him grovel, but I know I will forgive him in the end.
There is no doubt after what just happened between us.
"Well, I hope you're happy because Nyx is on a rampage now!" Mara states, crossing her arms at her chest.
"Why? I don't understand. Jarod called him to relay a message about Pike wanting to meet up, and he wants Nyx to bring me. I then told him what you told me about my real father."
"You don't fucking get it, do you?" Mara scoffs, shaking her head.
"Get what? Nobody tells me anything, so how am I supposed to get anything?!" I grab her arm and demand, "Tell me what the fuck is going on!"
Amara takes in the sight of my hand on her arm, then returns her eyes to mine.
"You've got some balls; I'll give you that.
" She yanks her arm away before saying, "Word on the street is that South Crew will be joining alliances with one of the wealthy families in Nyte, making that family the wealthiest in town. "
"What am I missing?" I ask, a bit confused.
Mara rolls her eyes and sighs, "They will take over running the town. South Crew has others in their pockets, making them very wealthy, but they are nobody unless they align themselves with a somebody ."
"How would they do that?" Dread fills me as the answer to my own question dawns on me.
Mara must see it on my face because she says, "Ding, ding, ding, you've got it."
"You mean to tell me that he would give me—"
"YES! Your sperm donor plans on giving his only daughter to the mighty drug lord, Pike."
The air seems to vanish from my lungs as I drop into one of the chairs. "Do they know?" I ask her, "Do the twins know about this…about any of this?"
Mara sighs. "We haven't found any evidence to say they do, so no—I don't think your brothers know what your father is up to or why."