Page 39 of Scarred Sacrifice
“This is beautiful,” I compliment.
“Thank you. My daughter used to love it here,” he states.
“Used to? Does she not stay here often?” I ask, trying to act innocently.
“No. I’m afraid we are estranged, at present,” he states, gesturing to the stairs. I don’t move as I look from him to the stairs. He grins. “Miss Fox, I promise. I am nothing but a gentleman. Please.” He gestures again and I reluctantly move and start walking up the stairs. I can feel his eyes practically burning into my ass as I take each step. “To the left at the end of the hall,” he instructs.
I do as he says and walk into a very large master bedroom. I whirl around quickly, just as he is shutting the door and locking it behind him, pocketing the key.
“Henry, I will warn you,” I say, taking a step back. “I know self-defence, and should you try anything, I will be forced to use it,” I state in warning.
He lets out a chuckle. “I don’t doubt you do. I wanted to get you alone to talk to you privately, away from your little boyfriend. You see, there are some things that you don’t know, and some of that is because of me, and I owe you an apology for that. You have proved your worth. I have never seen a woman as beautiful and as strong as you. You really have surpassed all my expectations.” He grins.
I try to subtly look around the room, planning where I could make my escape. “Please get to the point, Henry. I don’t have much time to get ready for this evening’s ball,” I state.
He nods. “Well, there is something you should know,” he says as he walks towards me.
Instinctively, I take a step back until my back collides with the wall. He finally stops just in front of me, his body caging mine in. My heart is in overdrive while I try to remain calm.
“You see, Nyx isn’t who he says he is,” he states.
I frown, pretending not to know what he’s talking about, while also trying to understand why he’s telling me this now. “What do you mean?” I ask.
Henry reaches out and curls a lock of my hair around his finger. “He works for me. He isn’t a lord; he is my assistant. I told him to watch you, to spy on you, because my dear, I know you manipulated my system to get your name on my invite list,” he says with a sly grin.
I swallow, wondering where this is going as his breath dances along my cheek. “I, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. I just wasn’tabout to miss this opportunity. As for Nyx, I’m thankful it’s nothing serious,” I state, my voice wavering slightly.
“I nearly had you killed on the spot, but then I thought anyone with those kinds of balls, someone who is not afraid to go for what they want, to prove they are worthy of such an invite, that is what you have done. You have astounded me,” he breathes.
“Thank you,” I respond quietly, not really sure how to respond to that.
“You still broke the rules, and for that I deserve more than an ‘I’m sorry’,” he states, pressing his body against mine. I can feel his erection against my hip. My nails dig into the wall as I contemplate what to do. “You are a special woman, Miss Fox. Think of what we could achieve together,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing down the side of my breast.
I grit my teeth. “Nyx,” I blurt out.
Henry laughs. “He was just using you for your body. I can’t say I blame him. He was doing what I asked him to do while making sure he got his needs met. Smart man. I should give him a raise.” He smirks as his fingers gliding down to my bare thigh, where they start trailing up the inside of my shorts.
“Henry, stop—” Before I can finish the sentence, a loud crashing sound followed by a thump as something flies through the bedroom window. I let out a little scream in surprise as a large rock tumbles across the flow.
Henry steps back and as he grabs the rock, his face is furious. He storms to the window, looking out.
“That scared me,” I breathe, playing the damsel in distress a little thick.
“I will find whoever fucking did that,” he fumes, storming towards the door. “An assistant will be here in two minutes to pick you up and take you back to the main house.” He storms off down the stairs and I take a moment to catch my breath.
I was a split second from putting him on the ground. I straighten my shoulders and leave the bedroom, walking down the stairs and out of the house. Sure enough, there is an assistant waiting for me in a golf cart. I give him a nod and climb in the back.
Once back at the house, I walk up the stairs to our room and find Nyx sat in the chair on the far side, his shirt unbuttoned, revealing his tattooed torso. His rich blue eyes land on me as he takes a sip of his whiskey.
“You’ve started early,” I state, walking into the room. He watches my every move, not saying a word as I unbuckle my heels and chuck them to the floor. “What’s the matter? The fact that I’ve won got you sulking?” I ask.
“He touch you?” he asks in a low growl.
I stop what I’m doing and turn to him. “Not really,” I state.
He tilts his head. “Not really?” he asks, repeating my words in question. He gets to his feet and slams his glass down on the table before he stalks his way over to me.
I don’t back up. I stand my ground as he comes to a stop. Looking down on me, his eyes search mine.
