Page 26 of Scarred Sacrifice
He places his firm large hand in mine. I notice the feel of his rough skin against mine, not the usual soft pampered skin of wealthy lord. Interesting.
“Agreed. I wish you luck in your...” He pauses, thinking. “Mission,” he adds.
I smile, removing my hand from his. “Thanks, but I don’t need luck,” I retort before turning and walking towards the bathroom door.
“Wait,” he orders.
I stop and turn around to face him. “What?” I ask.
“Take your clothes off,” he states.
I place my hands on my hips and give him a death glare. “We may have kissed, but that was all for show and nothing more. My clothes are staying firmly on,” I snap back. I’m not shy aboutbeing naked in front of, well anyone, but on my own terms. I learned pretty young that my body can be used as a weapon. I’ve never really seen myself as anything other than that.
He grabs a towel and strides the few steps towards me, holding it out. “Cameras, remember? It will look odd if you walk out exactly the same,” he points out while holding out the unfolded towel.
“Fine. Look away,” I relent, gesturing with my hand to turn around.
He turns his head to the left and squeezes his eyes shut while still holding the towel out for me as a curtain. I turn my back to him and slide the thin straps down my arms, letting the silk gown to glide down my body and pool at my feet. I turn my head slightly to grab the towel, my gaze catching and locking with his.
“Hey!” I snap, snatching the towel from him and wrapping it around myself. “Eyes to yourself, you fucking pervert.”
“Savage Sisters MC,” me murmurs. My body stills, knowing he’s just seen the small tattoo of our patch on my hip. I didn’t want to divulge any of that information to him. No matter what, I won’t risk the club, my friends, my only family, nor all the women who rely on us.
I turn to face him, ignoring his words. “I’m going to bed,” I say before walking out of the bathroom, leaving him stood there.
CHAPTER NINE
MORRIGAN
I awaketo a light tapping sound, groaning and stretching my muscles out. “Yeah?” I call out, my eyes still closed.
“Miss Fox, Mr O’Connor, breakfast will be served in one hour down in the orangery,” a woman’s soft voice states.
“Hhm, okay,” I mumble, half-asleep as I snuggle deeper into my pillow. I hear the door click closed as I fight to stay awake, wanting nothing more than to fall back to sleep.
“You talk in your sleep,” a deep voice mutters behind me. My body freezes and my eyes spring open as I feel a warm body press against mine and a heavy arm drape over me.
“What are you doing?” I hiss, remembering that he mentioned the cameras.
“Sleeping in the same bed as my woman,” he mumbles.
“You think that maybe I should have consented to this at some point?” I ask, whispering as quietly as I can while trying to keep my calm.
“We are in a relationship. I’m just doing what people do in a relationship.” He yawns.
I shift to get up, feeling something hard poking me in the ass. “Oh, my fucking god, are you hard right now?!” I screech, jumping out of bed.
He smirks, leaning up on his elbow. “Morning wood.” He shrugs. “Although, I wasn’t expecting a show first thing in the morning,” he sighs, his eyes trailing slowly over my body. I look down, realising I am stood there completely naked. The towel I had wrapped around myself before bed must have come off in the night.
“Shit!” I hiss, trying to cover myself. Nyx just chuckles as he pulls the towel out from under the quilt, dangling it off his index finger. I snatch it. “Fucking jackass,” I mutter, wrapping it around myself and storming into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
I quickly use the toilet before starting up the shower. Dropping the towel, I step under the hot spray.
“Oh god,” I moan as the hot water pummels my body. This might be the most amazing shower I’ve ever had. I don’t think I ever want to leave.
I hear the door open and close, then the sound of running water. I peer around the steamed up glass panel that separates the shower from the rest of the bathroom to see Nyx stood there taking a piss.
“What the fuck do you think you are doing?!” I hiss.
