Page 13 of Scarred Sacrifice (Savage Sisters MC #1)

CHAPTER EIGHT

MORRIGAN

Once the meal was over, I excused myself up to my room.

Penny was there ready to show me where it was.

It was extravagant, just like the rest of this place; a huge claw tub was in the bathroom, and it even had a separate shower big enough for two people.

The four-poster bed was huge; four people could fit in it.

I removed my make-up and changed into the silk nightgown Eden had insisted I wore to sleep in.

It was full length, had thin barely there spaghetti straps, and it was backless.

The material skimmed over my body, highlighting my curves.

I pull my hair to one side and twist, looking at my reflection.

“This is ridiculous. Who wears something that covers so much, yet is also sexy to bed?” I mumble.

If I wasn’t worried about cameras, I would just sleep naked, but I couldn’t risk them seeing my tattoo.

It would give everything away. Damn, I wish could have just brought cookie monster pyjamas with me.

Surely some rich folk wear comfy pyjamas.

I climb into bed and sink down under to the covers, sighing at how unbelievably comfortable it is. Flicking the lamp off, the room plummets into darkness. I close my eyes and the usual haunting images flicker through my mind. Blood, Mom’s eyes, her pale face...

I blink my eyes open and switch the light back on, laying there on my back looking up.

This is why I fuck myself into exhaustion every night, so I don’t have to think or see those memories.

I’m not sure how long I lay there fighting with my own thoughts before I finally drift off to sleep, but I am woken up by a loud, high-pitched alarm.

I startle awake and jump out of bed, stumbling half asleep as I make my way to the door.

I swing it open, and Penny is there, her hand raised and poised, ready to knock.

“Miss Fox, that is the fire alarm. We need you to make your way out of the building and to the front drive until we can determine the cause,” she orders.

I nod as I slip my feet into the complimentary slippers and make my way along the hall, along with everyone else as Penny stays behind, knocking on doors.

As I make it down to the ground floor, there is a commotion as everyone is stood crowded around one of the staff who is stood there, pleading for them to evacuate.

“I’m not walking out there. Do you know how much this nightgown cost? It’s raining and it will be ruined!” I hear a woman that I’m pretty certain is Sherry protests.

“This is outrageous. Expecting us to stand out there in the middle of the night in our undergarments!” a man huffs.

I roll my eyes and look around for another way out.

If there is a fire, they can all stand here and burn to hell.

I’m not going to hang around. I spot what looks like a side door that’s slightly open.

I make my way to it, pushing it open, but I quickly come to an abrupt halt when I see Nyx stood there in front of an open filing cabinet, his hands holding sheets of paper.

He freezes, his jaw set tight, his eyes searing through mine.

I arch my brow in question before slowly and quietly shutting the door behind me.

I step further into the room, that I now know is an office come library.

With each step I take, he doesn’t move. He just watches me, waiting to see what I will do next.

I come to a stop in front of him, my eyes still fixed on his until I look down at the papers in his hands.

Just receipts and order forms. Nothing of any use to me. I look back up into his eyes. “You better start talking, Lord O’Connor,” I demand in a low warning, making sure to keep my voice down so not to draw any attention to us.

“There is nothing to discuss. Henry owes me money. I was merely looking for—” He pauses.

My brow raises and I give him poignant look before I snatch the papers from his hand and hold them up.

“Looking for what? A receipt for him paying you back?” I scoff shaking my head.

“Tell me what you are looking for,” I demand, leaning in closer.

He looks down at me, his jaw tight, clearly pissed that I’ve caught him out.

“I don’t have to explain anything to you,” he grounds out.

“Oh, I think you do. One scream from me and you’ll be up shit’s creek,” I state.

He lets out a huff of a laugh before leaning in closer, his breath dancing across my cheek. “Careful, little girl. You have no idea what you are messing with,” he threatens.

I smirk, moving quickly, so quickly he doesn’t see it coming.

Using my body, I crouch low, sweeping my leg out and knocking him off his feet, He crashes to the floor with a thud.

I move, swiping the envelope blade off the desk before straddling him, holding the blade against his neck.

His eyes are wide with surprise and a smugness takes over me.

“You are the one that needs to be careful,” I retort.

He smiles before pushing himself up into a sitting position. I keep the blade pressed against his neck as I’m still straddling his lap. “I knew there was something more to you,” he whispers.

The creek of the door opening startles us. I think quickly and throw the blade across the room before threading my fingers through Nyx’s black hair.

“You owe me,” I whisper before crashing my mouth to his.

“What the fu—” he starts to protest, but as soon as my lips move against his, the words stop coming. He kisses me back, his hands gliding up over the silk gown on my thighs as his tongue swipes against mine, playing, coaxing. I can’t help the whimper that escapes me as his hands glide to my behind.

“Excuse me,” a soft voice calls out.

“What’s taking so long? Move!” Henry’s voice booms. I break the kiss, giving Nyx a wink. “What the hell?!” Henry bellows.

And queue my Oscar worthy acting. “Oh my gosh!” I gasp, clasping my chest as I get to my feet.

I pretend to blush, looking away. “I am so very sorry, Henry. We got carried away; too much champagne,” I rush out, walking to him.

I place my hand gently on his arm. “I completely understand if you wish for us to leave. I am so ashamed of my actions,” I babble, giving him my best sorrowful, doe-eyed look.

Just as I knew he would, the prick’s eyes wander over my body. Fucking slimeball.

He places his hand over mine and pats it. “No need to apologise. I understand when the moment can take you by surprise.” He winks.

Ugghh, kill me now , I think to myself.

“I didn’t realise you two were an item?” Henry states.

“Oh, we are—” I pause, trying to find the right words.

“Yes,” Nyx states dominantly as he comes up behind me, placing the palm of his hand low on my bare back. “It’s early days, and neither of us knew we were coming here. So, it was quiet the surprise.” He smiles. I subtly jab my elbow into his ribs.

Henry’s assessing gaze flickers between us. “William, have Miss Fox’s belongings moved into Lord O’Connor’s.”

“Oh, you don’t need to—” I start to protest.

“Nonsense, I’m sure you will enjoy being together a lot more. And it means you won’t be sneaking off into the private areas of my house to spend time together,” he says with a wink.

Nyx flexes his hand on my back, his fingertips slowly stroking back and forth. I fight the urge to shove him off.

“That’s settled then,” he beams.

“Oh, has the fire been put out?” I ask, only just realising the alarm had stopped.

“Yes, it was just an error by a member of staff,” he sneers, glaring at William. “Now, let’s get back to bed.” He gestures for us to leave before him, so we do.

Nyx still keeps his hand firmly on my back, and as the other guests make their way back upstairs to their rooms, a few of them don’t miss the way Nyx is touching me.

Great. I’m sure they will be all gossiping about that in the morning.

I spot Edna and she grins, giving me the thumbs-up.

I can’t help but laugh and shake my head.

“This way,” Nyx whispers in my ear, turning us in the opposite direction of my room. He comes to a stop four doors along and opens it, gesturing for me to enter.

I walk in, noticing his room is even more luxurious than mine. He has an entire lounge area with a sofa, and I notice that my things are already placed in the room. Jesus, they work fast here. I whirl around to snap at Nyx.

“Okay, what in the hell—” I start, but my words are cut off as he crashes his mouth to mine. I try pushing him off, but he remains firm. My body starts to relax against him until my lips are kissing him back.

“Cameras,” he whispers across my lips. “Shower with me,” he demands.

I’m about to tell him where he can shove his shower, but he grabs my hand and drags me into the bathroom.

Closing the door behind him, he lets go of my hand and switches on the shower.

I stand there, my arms folded against my chest.

Once he’s satisfied, he steps towards me. “Tell me who the fuck you really are,” he demands on a low growl.

I tilt my head. “Wow, the posh boy accent has certainly been dropped fast,” I mutter.

“Keep your voice down. Now start fucking talking,” he presses.

I place my hands on my hips. “Back the fuck up, buddy. I am not the type of girl you can just bark orders at, and I am not about to tell you everything and risk myself and why I am here. You tell me who the fuck you are,” I seethe.

He grounds his jaw, the muscle twitching in frustration, but he doesn’t know who he is up against. I will stand toe to fucking toe with him and never back down.

“Fuck,” he sighs, rubbing his face. “I have a job to do. I won’t and can’t risk telling you,” he admits.

I squint my eyes, assessing him. “Well then, it appears we have come to a stalemate, with neither of us willing to divulge why we are both here,” I state firmly.

His crystal blue eyes pin me in place. “So, what do we do now?” he asks.

I shrug. “How about you stay out of my way, and I stay out of yours?” I suggest.

“It’s going to be a little hard when you are sharing my fucking bed,” he snaps.

“Who said anything about sharing a bed? You can sleep on the couch,” I argue.

“Cameras, remember? Henry thinks we are an item. Therefore, you will have to act and play the role of my girlfriend,” he reminds me.

I grind my teeth together, fuming at the thought of having to share a bed with him. Every part of me is screaming at me not to trust him. Whatever his reasons are for being here, I know he would step over me to get what he needs, and I would do the same.

Taking a step closer into his personal space, I hold out my hand. “An agreement.” I pause, looking into his deep blue eyes. “You don’t like me, and I sure as shit don’t like you, yet we are both here to do what we’ve got to do.”

“Who said I didn’t like you?” he quips, smiling, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

I arch my brow. “Let me be really fucking clear with you. If you think that because we are both here for reasons we cannot state, that it automictically makes us allies, that we are going to stay up late swapping stories and braiding each other’s hair, then you are wrong.

We may have an understanding, but you are still my enemy.

I am still your enemy, and if the moment arises that I have to crush you to get the job done, I will,” I grit out.

“Oh, believe me, Sparky. There is no misunderstanding on what this is,” he sneers.

I lift my chin. “Good, then we agree. Out there, you agree to give your best fucking performance as the dutiful boyfriend. In here, we stay the fuck away from each other,” I add, stating the terms.

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 about being 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.