Page 41 of Scarred Sacrifice
“Pfft, all because you couldn’t control your dick,” she scoffs.
“Don’t,” I growl in warning.
She exhales a long frustrated breath, crossing her arms over her chest. “Years we have been waiting for this. Fucking years. We need to do this for them,” she adds.
I give the back of her neck a gentle squeeze. “We will. Tonight,” I promise her.
Penny hadto leave me to attend the ball with Valentina. I walk to the edge of the service door and peer through, seeing her. Fuck, she looks breathtaking. I watch as she sits with Edna, laughing as she sips her whiskey on ice. I smirk. Only a woman with her size balls would dare to drink something like that, while all the others drink champagne. I catch how the men look at her, eying her appreciatively. My fists clench tightly at my side, wanting to end every single son of a bitch that sits here tonight. If only she knew who Henry was, and what he does. What all of these do...
Fuck, the games from this weekend only hint at the kind of shit they do. Something catches her eye, and she says something to Edna before getting to her feet. She walks towards a table where Henry was sat, and using the tulle on her dress, she picks it up, keeping it hidden from view. I squint, watching her as she moves through the party towards one of the side doors. I move quickly through the side corridors only staff know about, to where she is. I peer through one of the doors and watch as she places the glass down. She pulls something out of her back and places it over the glass.
“Shit,” I whisper. She’s lifting his prints.
“I wondered where I would find you,” Henry’s voice booms from behind me. I spin around quickly, making sure the door is closed.
“Sir.” I nod. “I figured I would be of no use tonight,” I state.
“That’s obvious,” he huffs. “You seemed quite enthralled with Miss Fox.”
I place my hands in my pockets and shrug. “I’m not blind, sir.”
He smirks. “Yes, she is rather beautiful. I will take her tonight,” he states, like she’s something to own.
“I hadn’t realised you were both there yet, sir,” I state, feeling my blood beginning to boil, knowing exactly what he is going to say next.
“Come on, Nyx. You know I take what I want, when I want. She will be grateful afterwards. They always are. Sometimes, they just need a little coaxing, is all. Just like breaking in a wild mare. They always buck and kick, trying to fight you off, but a firm hand soon keeps them in line.” He grins. “Anyway, I wanted to say good work, and you can have the night off.” He smiles, patting my shoulder before walking away. “Oh, and one more thing, a nice little bonus for you, too. Good work.”
I wait for Henry to disappear before turning back around to peer through the gap in the door to watch her, but when I do, she’s gone.
“Fuck.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
MORRIGAN
I removemy heels and place them hidden behind one of the huge vases, making sure they are slightly visible. I look around, making sure I’m not being followed before I walk past the guard stood by the elevator. I know that as soon as the laxatives start working, I will only have minutes before I’m found. After finding out he even has cameras in his guest room, I know right now I’m being watched.
I walk, pretending to be a little tipsy as I walk back and stumble into the guard. “Whoopsie!” I giggle as I press my body up against him. He grins, his eyes looking right down my dress.
Why is it always the tits? Want to get a man to do what you want? Flash them a tit. Want to defuse an argument with your husband? Flash a tit. There should be more women in world discussions. I reckon a simple boob flash could end wars.
He helps me steady myself before letting me go. “I am so sorry. The champagne has gone straight to my head,” I say, fanning my face with my hand. “Do you mind if I have a drink of your water?” I ask, pointing to his glass.
“Be my guest,” he gestures. I pick it up and take a sip, his eyes on me the whole time.
I look down, then act shocked. “Oh dear, I appear to have lost my shoes!” I gasp, followed by a girlie giggle. “Oh, is that them?” I ask, pointing to the back of my heel that is just sticking out from behind the vase.
I don’t even have to ask. He strides off to retrieve them, and I quickly pull out the laxative and pop it in his water. He returns with a grin, carrying my heels. “Oh, you are a hero,” I praise, handing him his glass of water while I take my shoes from him. I reach up on my toes and press a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you,” I say before wandering off back down the hall, making sure I sway a little to keep up the drunken vibe. I walk around the corner and quickly put my heels back on, while trying to casually stand there and not look suspicious. I peek around the corner to see if the guard is close to shitting himself yet.
“What’s the matter? Had enough of the ball?” a deep voice says from behind me. I whirl around and see Nyx stood there. My eyes sweep him from top to bottom. He’s in black jeans, a white T-shirt that stretches over his broad chest, and his tattoos on his arms are on full display. He looks good. Really fucking good.
I blink, kickstarting my brain back into gear before I clear my throat. “I’m just taking a break,” I say, casually trying to peer around the corner again without making it obvious.
Nyx leans around and peers to see what I’m looking at. “This break have anything to do with drugging the guard?” he asks.
I blanch. “I have not drugged the guard. I would never,” I say defensively.
He opens his mouth to say something, but the guard comes running past us at that point. “Out of the way! Oh god, oh god!” he screeches.
