“I’m yours,” I say louder as he slams himself in and out of me. Releasing his hold on my hair, he grabs my hips. “Oh god,” I moan.
“Scream it. Let the fucking world know who you belong to,” he pants, groaning as my pussy tightens around him.
“I’m yours!” I cry out. My body explodes with euphoric pleasure cascading through every nerve ending in my body. Nyx slams into me, roaring his release as he fills me with his seed.
“Fuck,” he pants behind me, trailing slow and lazy kisses along my spine. He reaches around and takes hold of my throat from behind. “Give me your mouth, Sparky,” he rasps in my ear. I turn my head and give him my mouth. His kiss is a caress. “I fucking love you,” he breathes between the kiss. I kiss him back, and when I don’t say it back, he nips down on my bottom lip. “Say it,” he says in a low warning.
I grin, looking into his eyes. “Fucking love you, too,” I breathe.
He grins back. “Fucking trouble,” he mutters, placing a chaste kiss on my lips before he pulls out of me. I groan in protest. He spanks my behind in response. “If I could live in your pussy, I would, but your fucking hands are turning purple from the cuffs,” he points out.
I look at my hands, and sure enough they are. “I hadn’t even noticed,” I mumble.
Nyx grabs the key and unlocks them. He takes my hands in his, rubbing and caressing them. “I won’t use these next time,” he says, placing a kiss on the marks on my wrist.
“Er, you better. That was hot. Unless I can use them on you?” I quip. “Cuff you to the pipes again and ride your face until you’re begging to come up for air?” I suggest, wiggling my brows.
“If I’m going to die, please fucking god let it be suffocating on your pussy,” he mock prays to the sky.
I laugh, shoving at his chest. “I need to get cleaned up, then we need to go eat dinner with the others,” I say as I stand.
“I don’t think you need to get cleaned up. You look perfect from where I am,” he says, his eyes watching my every move.
“I can’t go out there naked to dinner. Especially not with your cum trickling down my thighs,” I point out, looking over my shoulder as I make my way to the bathroom.
His eyes darken. “Don’t clean it off. Leave it. I want you to be able to feel me,” he demands.
“As hot as that is, I don’t fancy a water infection.” I wink at him as I walk into the bathroom and turn on the shower. As I’m about to step in the shower, I feel something cold and sharp at my back. I freeze.
“Hello, Morrigan,” Nathanial whispers behind me. I go to turn around to face him, but he jabs the blade in, piercing my skin. A hiss escapes me. “No, no. I know what you are capable of. Hands up where I can see them, face forward, and keep your back to me,” he orders.
“What’s your plan? You going to march me out of here? You won’t make it out of the bedroom door before he kills you,” I fume.
Nathanial leans in “We aren’t leaving this room,” he whispers in my ear. “First, I’m going to fuck you, then I’m going to kill you. If I can’t have you, no one else can. The last thing youwill remember is me and my cock buried in your pussy,” he threatens.
My eyes dart around the bathroom, looking for something, anything I could use as a weapon. Nothing. I don’t think a squirt of shampoo is going to get me out of this.
“Turn on the shower,” he orders.
I reach over and switch on the shower, flicking the temperature dial to the hottest setting. It’s not enough to scold, but it may be enough to distract him. The room starts to fill with steam, and that’s when I hear the sound of him lowering his zipper.
“Now don’t fucking move,” he grits out. It’s now or never.
I move, lunging for the showerhead, and as I do I feel the slice of his blade down my back. I cry out in pain, but I persist and grab it, aiming it at his face. He roars back, covering his face, the blade still in his free hand. I slip, and as my back collides with the tiles, I try and scramble to my feet as Nathanial regains his composure, his face red raw. Anger pours from his gaze, and my eyes flicker down to the blade still in his hand. He rears the blade up, ready to bring it down on me. My eyes are still looking for a weapon, and as I try to swing my legs to kick out at him, I just slide between the water and the blood from my back. I can’t seem to gain purchase.
Suddenly, loud gunshots ring out, and Nathanial’s body jolts. His eyes are wide as he looks down on me, his hand slowly touching his chest, coating his fingers in claret. He gasps, then collapses beside me, his lifeless eyes staring up at me. I flinch away and look up, seeing Nyx stood there with the gun in his hand. His eyes scan Nathanial, making sure he’s dead before they come to me.
“What in the hell?!” Eden and Betsy ask as they run in, followed by Bernie. Nyx lunges for me, his eyes frenzied with fear. I hadn’t realised I was covered in my own blood.
“I’m okay,” I whisper.
Nyx picks me up and carries me past everyone and perches me on the bed, his eyes checking me all over. He looks behind me at my back. “Motherfucker!” he roars, storming back to the bathroom, firing off rounds at Nathanial’s already dead body.
“Eden, get Clare in,” Bernie orders as she carefully drapes a sheet over me. I hiss in pain, my body shaking with adrenaline.
“Already on it.” Eden nods, typing on her phone.
“What the hell happened?” Bernie asks.