Page 34 of Scarred Sacrifice (Savage Sisters MC #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

MORRIGAN

Apparently, all it takes for me to declare my love is watching Nyx slit Henry’s throat while declaring his possessive devotion to me.

Shakespeare got it wrong; we don’t want all hearts and flowers with declaration of their love.

I never wanted poems or sonnets, and I never dreamt that a prince with a horse drawn carriage would arrive and give me everything I want.

I never thought I would find a man that challenges me, that has the balls to put me in my place.

A man that is possessively savage, that rides a motorbike like it’s stolen, a man that dances on the line between good and evil. Yet somehow, I have found that man.

My man, as he brutally slams himself inside me. My wrists are cuffed to the bed, bent over as he rails me from behind. The palm of his hand collides with the peach of my ass, punishing me, pleasuring me, taking me to heights I never knew existed. Heights I never want to come down from.

“Say you’re mine,” he demands. I don’t, knowing it will bring me another slap. I moan as his palm collides with my cheek. “Say it,” he growls, grabbing a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. “Say you’re mine!” he roars.

My pussy clamps around him, my orgasm close. He stills, unmoving, buried inside me. I whimper, my body desperate to fall over the edge.

“Say it,” he growls in my ear, yanking firmly on my hair. “Say it like a good girl and I will let you cum,” he pants.

“I’m yours,” I breathe.

“Louder,” he orders.

“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 you will 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.

“I just went to shower, and he was there,” I answer. “I tried to fight back, but I kept slipping in the water and blood,” I point out.

Nyx comes back in, his face a picture of pure rage. “If I could bring him back to life, just to kill him again, I would,” he seethes, cupping my face. He places a kiss on my temple before storming off.

“Where is he going?” I ask.

Eden, Betsy, and Bernie all look as clueless as me.

He storms back in, dragging our two lap dogs by the scruff of their necks, like they are children. “You have anything to do with this?!” he barks, pointing at me.

“Fuck, no,” they both answer.

“You sure?!” Nyx growls, dragging them to the bathroom. “Take a good look, because if I find out either one of you had anything to do with this, this is how it will end up,” he threatens.

“Shit. He text saying he was back, but I just thought he meant like as in being a lap dog,” one of them explains.

“Go get cleaning supplies and tarp,” Nyx barks at them. They quickly leave, fear in their eyes.

Ten minutes later, Clare walks in with her bag. “Wow, what happened here?” she asks, taking in the scene.

“Lap dog gone crazy,” I mutter.

She moves behind me and whistles. “This is going to take a good few stitches,” she states.

“Go for it,” I sigh, bracing for the sting I know that’s coming.

The lap dogs come back in, carrying tarp and cleaning products.

“Get in there,” Nyx orders.

“Oh, is that the mystery man?” Clare asks, eying Nyx appreciatively.

“Yeah,” I answer, watching Nyx order the lap dogs around.

“I mean, it’s probably not the right time, but congratulations. Does he have a brother?” she asks.

I snort a laugh. “Not that I know of,” I answer.

“Shame,” she sighs. “Okay, brace yourself. I’m going to numb the area first,” she warns as she jabs me with a needle in various places to numb the area.

“Shit, that stings,” I hiss.

“Sorry, sweetie. Last one,” she warns. “There, all done. That should ease it now for stitching,” she assures me.

“How was the date the other night?” Eden asks Clare.

Clare lets out a groan. “Don’t ask. He brought his mom,” she states.

“No fucking way,” I mutter.

“Yep. I faked having the shits just get out of there.” She snorts a laugh.

I laugh, and my laughter catches the attention of Nyx.

He strides over and crouches down in front of me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His eyes search mine, making sure I’m okay. “What do you need?” he asks.

I smile. “Nothing.” My heart swells.

He places a soft kiss on my lips, until we hear a loud bang, Nyx turns around and as I look up, I see the lap dogs dropping Nathanial’s body on the floor.

“For fuck’s sake,” Nyx mutters, standing.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Pick up under his arms!” he chastises them.

“Now you’ve got blood on the fucking rug! ” he yells.

I smirk. “We’ve never seen a dead body before! I’m freaking the fuck out,” one of the lap dogs complain.

Nyx slaps him upside the head. “Get it together, you fucking pussy. You see the women crying? You see my woman fucking crying, and she’s been slashed with a fucking blade. Grow a pair!” Nyx berates.

“Is he that bossy in the bed?” Clare whispers in my ear.

“Yeah,” I sigh.

“Damn girl, you hit the jackpot with that one,” she says.

“I sure fucking did.”