THIRTY-SEVEN
Saraya
"You're not forgiven, you know? I need more than a good fucking to make up for leaving me this morning."
Nyx and I are still lying in bed after the amazing sex we just had. I still have to give him shit, though. I don't want him thinking that he can just leave in the middle of an important conversation with me and think he can make it up to me with great sex.
He's on his back, and I'm on my side, with my head on his shoulder and my left leg thrown over his. Nyx holds me to him, kissing my head and chuckling as I say this. I amuse him all the time, and I'm not sure if I should be insulted. Does he ever take me seriously?
"You must understand, this meeting was about helping you," he states.
"Yeah, well, our conversation was about helping me, too."
"I'm sorry, little lamb. I'll think twice before I leave you while in the middle of a conversation."
I can hear the smile in his voice.
"You think I'm a joke, don't you? I don't need you to pacify me, Nyx, but I don't want you brushing me off whenever you get a call like you did."
"I asked you to come. We could have finished the conversation in the car, but you didn't want to go," Nyx reminds me as his fingers graze back and forth on my arm draped over his chest.
"I'm not ready to see the twins yet."
"I know." He sighs.
We grow quiet for a little while, me thinking about how good it feels to be in Nyx's arms. Stepbrother or not, I love him and never want to lose him again. However, I don't think I'm ready to admit it to him just yet .
"Monica asked me to remind you about inventory due today. I told her you would be in early to work on it."
I nod. "Yeah, I was going to tell you this morning, but everything happened."
It grows quiet again, but it's a comfortable kind of quiet.
The kind where you can just lay there and drift off to sleep, not having a care in the world.
Nyx comes off as a tough guy to everyone, and he truly is, but Phoenyx is the exact opposite.
I love both sides of him, but right now, Phoenyx is the man I need.
"Marry me, Raya."
I stiffen.
"What? I already told you I would."
"No, I mean, like soon. I need to know you are completely mine, and I don't want to chance anyone coming to take you from me again."
I tilt my head to look at his face. "I'm not going anywhere, Phoenyx."
He rolls us over so he's above me and says, "So what does it matter if we do it now?"
"We still have a lot to deal with. We haven't really talked about the past and everything that happened," I remind him.
Lifting my leg to his hip, he slides himself right into me, and I can't stop the moan that comes out from being filled by him. My heart flutters each and every time.
"The past no longer matters—only the present and future. You own this thing that has started beating in my chest again, Saraya. It's been cold so long; I didn't think it would ever work again." Nyx grinds himself into me nice and slowly.
Not only am I stunned by his confession, but also by the fact that Phoenyx Beckam, a God of Nyte's Hall, is making love to me.
His head dips down, and he starts kissing and nibbling on my neck as he continues to rock his hips back and forth, keeping a leisurely pace.
When he hits that particular spot deep inside, I tilt my head back, crying out from sheer pleasure.
It's not long before I feel my climax building, and Nyx must, too, because he picks up his speed just a little and plunges deeper and harder with each of his thrusts. I've never had this before—I've never felt it like this.
"Phoenyx…"
"Come for me, baby. Give me your everything, and I' ll give you mine."
I. Come. Hard.
"That's it, Raya. Yes, just like that…" His voice strains as he empties himself into me.
We stare into each other's eyes as we give our everything to the other.
I don't even know I'm crying until I feel tears slide down from the outer corners of my eyes.
Nyx wipes them away with his thumbs before leaning in and kissing my lips.
Before pulling completely away, I feel his breath on my lips.
"I fucking love you, Saraya."
Five little words have my mind in a tailspin, just like every other time I've heard them spoken from his lips. Nyx loves me . I'll never tire of hearing him say them to me.
"Had I known I could have stopped the sass just by telling you how I felt, I would have said it sooner," he had teased me at one time.
I've never stopped loving him in all these years. As each year passed, I would torture myself, wondering if that would be the year Phoenyx would marry another. Now that I have him back, and he's confessed his feelings for me, I'll do whatever it takes to never lose him again.
He'll do the same thing for me—right?
A voice on the other end of the call brings me back to the present. "I'm sorry, Ms. Abbott, but we're out of the usual lube packets until next week. We can send you a different brand to get you by until then. I'll even knock off forty percent."
"Yes, that will be fine, thank you. I think that's all for this month. If I'm missing anything, I'll be sure to call you back," I tell the woman on the other end.
Nyx dropped me off at the club, so I could call in the inventory.
He had an errand to run but said he would be back soon.
Of course, now that I've returned to my senses, I'll tell him as soon as I see him that I love him, too.
I can't have him thinking it's only one-sided.
I'm so tired of all the miscommunication.
The front door opens when I hang up with the supplier, and two men in suits come in.
They exude money, and I can tell they've never been here before by how they look around before greeting me.
One has blonde hair with a bit of gel holding it in place, while the other has dark red hair with a splatter of freckles speckling his nose.
They're both good-looking men, but far from my type, even if I didn't have the sexiest man alive.
Making sure I'm in hostess mode, I give them a genuine smile and greet them. "Welcome to Club Unholy, where all your fantasies come to life. Pick your poison, and we'll happily see that all your needs are met."
"Well, that was the perfect opening because it's exactly what we are looking for." The redhead grins.
The blonde licks his lips before asking, "How about you? Are you available?"
Before I can say anything, Amara appears from thin air and jumps in to answer our new guests, seductively, "Sorry boys, Raya, here, is taken, but I think I can help you find what it is you're looking for."
"Hm, that's too bad," Blondie states. "She’s exactly who I pictured I would have my cock buried in tonight."
It happens so fast that I don't see Mara pulling out her favorite knife and holding it to the guy's crotch. She continues to smile at him, but her jaw is clenched, and her tone warrants no room for argument.
"I said she's unavailable. There is no room for crude remarks towards your hostess. Now, if you want to have fun, I can show you boys around, or we can skip it all and head back to my domain. I have two holes more than willing to entertain you both."
"Hey, is that really necessary?" the redhead questions as he stares down at his friend's crotch.
"Oh, am I threatening your favorite toy?" Amara asks, dragging the knife up and down the bulge that Blondie now sports.
He's turned on.
"Men," I chime in, "Let me introduce you to our little devil. If you're looking for a wild ride, and you don't mind a little pain with your pleasure, she's the one for you."
The redhead speaks up again. "We have a friend stopping by in a bit. Will you show him to our room?"
"Certainly, as long as our little devil is up for it." I look at Mara, and she smiles wickedly.
"The more, the merrier." She removes the knife from Blondie's crotch and licks the blade.
The men are mesmerized by Mara, and I have to snap my fingers to get their attention. "Excuse me, but her time isn't free. I assume you have no membership; are you planning to pay for just one night? "
"Uh, yeah, sorry," Red states.
"It's okay." I hand him two clipboards. "I'll need both of you to fill this form out. It's twenty-five hundred for the night. Which card will you be using tonight?"
"Oh, none. We will be paying with cash."
I study the redhead momentarily and then nod.
We usually don't get clientele who pay with cash, so it throws me off a little.
It's not that it's unheard of, especially if they're married and don't want the charges showing up on their statements, but typically, they don't care if they keep their rings on.
We don't judge them for their infidelities, but these two aren't wearing rings, nor do they have marks proving they've been removed.
Once they've finished filling out their forms and have paid their fees, I nod at Mara and hand her their limit lists.
She then grabs them both by their ties and walks away, her ass swaying back and forth more than usual.
They don't realize what she's doing. Amara Nichols likes to show off her pets, and since she has no leashes, the ties work as their replacements.
Everybody who is anybody here at Unholy now knows that the little devil will be making both those men her little bitches for the night.
Of course, that is if they filled out their limit forms correctly.
I smirk, shaking my head. Oh, to be a fly on that wall.
My phone buzzes with an incoming text.
NYX : Staying out of trouble, little lamb?
ME : Always
NYX: Lies
ME: Believe what you want.
NYX: Do you know what I want?
ME: I can only imagine what it is with your perverse way of thinking.
NYX: I want my future bride to FaceTime me.
ME: Why?
NYX: I want to see that gorgeous face that I'm going to mess up by the end of tonight. I want you to cry tonight, baby. Will you do that for me?
Jesus. How does he do this with just his words? My panties are now wet, and we've only exchanged a few words .
I jump when my phone rings. Apparently, I was taking too long, so Nyx FaceTimed me instead. I place my phone upright on the holder attached to the stand and answer the video call.
"I'm working, Nyx."
"Well, it's good that we own the club then. You don't have to worry about getting in trouble with the boss." Nyx gives me his sexy grin.
I see he's outside walking, and then he's getting in his car. He never said what errand he had to run, but he's downtown somewhere.
"Where are you at?" I ask.
"I just finished my errand. I'm heading back to the club now."
"Okay, well then, why did you video call me?"
"Two reasons. Firstly, I wanted to see that gorgeous face like I said..."
"And secondly?" I cock my brow.
"I want to watch you take off your panties and show them to me."
"What?! I'm not doing that!"
"Little lamb, will you please remove your panties and show them to me?" he asks nicely as he starts his car, looks to ensure there's no traffic, and pulls out of his spot before his eyes land on me again, briefly. He's so fucking hot, it's just not right.
I finally give in and bring my hands up and under the hem of my dress after ensuring the coast is clear. Not that it matters; we're in a fucking kink club, for Christ's sake. Hooking my fingers into my panties, I push them down and step out of them.
"Happy now?" I ask as I let the dark purple scrap of material dangle from my finger.
"I want to see how wet I made you."
"Nyx," I say his name in warning.
"Show me, little lamb, or you won't get the gift I have for you."
My heart flutters. It's been so long since I received a gift from anyone. Biting my lower lip, I fiddle with my panties until the crotch is visible to him. There's no missing the wet spot I left behind.
"See, you can be a good girl after all." He grins wickedly.
The front door opens, and I quickly toss the panties inside the hostess stand. Instead of ending the video call with Nyx, I turn to the newcomer and smile.
"Welcome to Club Unholy, where all your fantasies come to life. Pick your poison, and we'll happily see to it that all your needs are met. "
"Hello, beautiful," the guy greets, and I hear a low growl come from my phone.
"My name is Saraya. How can I help you, mister?"
He doesn't give me a name, but he does ask about a couple of friends. "They asked me to meet them here. One is blonde, and the other has red hair."
"Oh, yes. Let me call back to the room, and someone will come and take you back with them. In the meantime, can you please fill this out and make your payment?"
"Sure." He seems nervous, but I push it aside because I see a lot of first-timers act nervous.
I pick up the house phone and call Mara. It rings and rings, and then nothing. Furrowing my brows, I hang up and try again. It rings three times, and then she answers, a bit breathless.
"Yeah…"
"Hey, their friend is here. Can you come get him?"
"I was just going to call you as soon as I cleaned all the blood off me—"
"What?" I ask as I turn my back on the guy. "Why are you cleaning that off you?"
"They weren't here as customers, Raya. Keep their friend busy, and I'll come to greet him and take care of him, too."
"What do you mean?" I glance back at the man and find him watching me suspiciously.
I smile.
"Just keep him there, I'm on my way…"
Everything happens in slow motion. I'm hanging up the phone when the guy reaches into his jacket and pulls out something resembling a black box.
He presses something and throws it into the middle of the room before taking off out the front door.
I see the red numbers immediately, and my eyes widen in horror.
I first look at Nyx, still on my screen, and then yell, "Bomb! "
I try running to the coat closet, but as I open the door, a loud explosion occurs, and heat licks at my back.
The force of the blast propels me into the room, slamming me into something hard.
I remember hearing Nyx scream my name just after I yelled bomb, so his voice is what's running through my head when darkness takes me.