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  “Go look in the closet.” I look at her.

  “What?”

  “Just fucking do it.” Rolling her eyes, she moves in the direction of the closet door and I have to resist the urge to snatch her by the back of her neck, but I let it slide this time. She opens the door to reveal the mostly empty closet except for the couple of lingerie pieces at the back.

  “What is this?” She turns around and asks me.

  “Yes, I would use this room for the women to stay in while I was using them, but it was only this room. The only thing that ever hung in this closet was lingerie. I have added nothing here in years. After you left, I set the other room up for when you came back because I was determined that you would come back. You’re the only one who has ever stayed there.” I tell her, honestly. “At one point, I had set it aside when I was trying to get my sister to come live with me, but that was it. I never used it to fuck anyone. Well… except for you.”

  “You have a sister?” She asks and I can’t help but to shake my head and smirk at her.

  “Yes, I have a sister.”

  “Why didn’t she come stay?”

  “That’s what you want to talk about now?” I ask her, shaking my head.

  “Yes, you’ve explained the rest.”

  “And you believe me?” I ask her as I pull her out of the closet and over to the bed, sitting down.

  “You’ve been nothing but bluntly honest with me no matter what you were talking about, so yes… I believe you.”

  “Yes, I have a sister. She didn’t come to stay here because we aren’t close.”

  “Why?” she asks as she sits down next to me. I fight the urge to just walk out of the room, instead I sigh, looking over to her and shake my head.

  “I don’t really talk about my family. I think that maybe something we have in common.” She looks away quickly. “But her and my father were very close and my father and I didn’t have the best relationship.”

  “Why?” I cut my eyes to her, and she shrugs as if she will not back down.

  “Why don’t we talk about something else?” I look down at her as her eyes ignite and she smirks, shaking her head.

  “No, talking about this,” her voice is breathy as she tries and holds her ground.

  “Why don’t I take you back into the other room and make you realize who it is I want here?” trailing kisses down her neck, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her legs, lifting her shirt over her head.

  “Why don’t you do that right here?” Stopping, I look at her strangely and she laughs. Moving up to her feet and sinking down to her knees in front of me. Her eyes become serious for a second as she catches my eyes and says, “One day, you will open up to me.”

  A mix of doubtful as well as I fucking hope so floods my brain and I’m not sure what exactly that all means. She reaches behind herself and unhooks her bra. Reaching up then she quickly unbuckles and pops the button on my own pants down before they slip down my legs.

  My head fogs as I feel the head of my cock enter her mouth. A fuck falls from my mouth as I feel her take all of my shaft inside. She works her hand around me and she lowers and raises her head around me.

  Her hands leave from around me as I glance down to her, watching her lower herself and I can’t help but feel everything inside of me fuel as she sits in the exact position that whoever it was that night was kneeling in when she was brought up to the room.

  “Are you trying to do something?” She slowly looks up through her eyelashes and nods her head. I can’t help the growl that comes out of my mouth. “Don’t you fucking do it.” I snap out at her. Her hands drop to her sides before it trails up her inner thigh. Her hands work over the outside of her panties before she slips them to the side. Pushing her fingers inside of herself and I can’t resist as I grip my hands into her hair and roughly pull her head to me. My eyes roll back into my head as I feel the back of her throat spasm and she moans out as I continue to pump into her.

  Another moan vibrates around my cock as I spill into the back of her throat. Reaching down and gripping on to her face, I look at her, “Swallow.” Forcing her up from where she kneels in front of me simultaneously toeing off my shoes and stepping out of my pants.. “Open.” She obeys, which tugs out a smirk as I reach down and lift her up, tossing her over my shoulder again and moving towards the door.

  “What are you doing?” Moving through the hallway and into the room across the hall, her room. Hesitating at the door for a second, debating about moving down to the master bedroom, but ultimately I push the door open and walk inside, tossing her onto the bed.

  “Are you locking me up in here again?”

  “No,” he nods to her, “I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

  “What lesson is that?”

  “That you’re a colossal pain in my ass.” She laughs as she bites her lips, looking away, and I unbutton the shirt before I slip it down.

  “And how are you going to teach me a lesson?”

  “I told you earlier.” I almost laugh at her reaction. “I’m going to overstimulate you until you beg me to stop.” Her eyes widen as I lean over the bed and move up towards her. “I’m going to fill every one of your holes.” Her mouth hangs open slightly. “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

  Leaning over her I cover her body with mine as I lean into her, “roll over.” I tell her as she does. “reach up and hold onto the headboard. Don’t fucking let go either.” I demand her as she nods her head. Moving over to the side of the bed I reach into the drawer before I find myself back next to her . Pressing into her pussy quickly before she moans out. Slamming into her womb. Picking up the bottle of lube, I squirt some into my hand, lowering it down to her ass before I slip one finger and feel her squeezing around my dick and my finger at the same time. Contracting together. Then slipping in a second finger I can feel her tense up slightly, but the moan that comes out of her also tells me that she enjoys it just as much. I’m also curious as to how much she will let me push this.

  Because I’m completely intended on fucking her ass tonight.

  When she feels me start to slip in a third finger she looks back at me and I laugh.

  “You trust me?” She slowly just nods her head before I lean into her slightly. “Just tell me if you want me to stop.” Pressing a kiss to her head, I push my ring finger into her ass, she moans out louder as I start to pump inside of her slowly work my fingers in. Every time my fingers move in her ass she moans out louder, as her pussy clenches around me teetering me over the edge. A scream rips out of her loudly as her ass and pussy latch down even tighter and I can’t help myself as I feel her gush around me, as her body vibrates around me causing me to spill out into her. After I cum I don’t stop, I continue to pump into her, keeping my thrusts slow and methodical. Still working my fingers inside of her. “Lean up.” I demand. Reaching around as she does and gently begin to rub her clit as her body suddenly slumps against mine. “You’re going to cum for me again. Then I’m going to fuck your ass.”

  “What?” she whimpers out.

  “You heard me.” She slowly nods her head. “But I want to feel your pussy cum around me again.” I growl as I bite down on her neck feeling her gush around me. Pulling out of her, I push her forward, “grab back onto the headboard.” She does so and every time she obeys me it fucking drives me insane.

  Adding some more lube onto my dick and her ass before I press into her, attempting to be gentle. A loud moan rips through her as her head falls backwards. Gripping onto her hair I continue to bend her upwards until I can access her mouth. Pressing back into her ass, she moans into my mouth as I smirk. “You like that, Little Girl?”

  “Yes,” she whimpers.

  Moving my hand down to her clit I start to rub circles on it again and her body starts to convulse, Her body starts to shake. “You going to cum again, Little Girl?”

  “Yes.” She whimpers out.

  “Fuck yes, you are
.” Slipping my hand down, running my fingers up her, feeling the mixture of fluids seeping out of her . “Can you feel my cum dripping down your legs?” A quiet whimper comes out of her mouth again. “You’re going to cum again. Then I’m going to fuck your ass. Hard.” A loud moan echoes through the room as I can feel her ass clench around me and a gush. “Damn Little Girl, trying to inflate my ego, squirting on me. I guess you really do like it when I fuck your ass.” She moans out again before I push her slightly forward and push into her hard. She purrs, and she clenches around me. Pumping into her hard, hearing our skin slapping together, her moans echoing between them before I spill out into her ass as well.

  She collapses onto the bed in front of me, making me laugh. Getting up I walk into the bathroom turning the water to the tub on, managing the temperature, before I walk back out into the bedroom. I pick up my phone and type out a quick message to Ruby, before I pick up Nyx, carrying into the bathroom and sitting her into the running water.

  “You’re being very sweet.” She tells as her eyes threaten to close and roll back into her head, making me laugh.

  “Lean up.” I tell her before I slip in the tub behind her. “Get you cleaned up and ready for bed. Get you some nice fresh sheets.”

  “Are you going to stay with me tonight?” She whispers. I hesitate, it does feel like I’m forcing all of this on her pretty quickly and I want to give both of us time to adjust. I feel her body instantly relax and when her breathing evens out, I just let her sleep against me for a bit before I wake her just long enough to dry her off and put her back to sleep. Walking back down the hall to my room, I do feel a slight twinge of guilt.

  Chapter 12

  Nyx

  Weeks go by while I’m at Luce’s place.

  I fill the days with roaming the house. Sometimes I go out to town, taking my personal babysitters with me.

  Most nights Luce comes home and we eat dinner. Then we head to bed, our separate bedrooms. He’ll come in at some point, we fuck, and then he goes back to his room. He never stays in the room with me and I’m not sure why.

  The house is enormous. I have still yet to find myself in Luce’s room, though. It’s almost as if he’s hidden it from me on purpose.

  The irony of the fact that he’s given me his black card to use, but won’t even let me see his room, but I guess I kind of get it. It’s his space.

  Waking up early, I can’t sleep so instead I make my way down to the pool. Sitting out in the sun, reading a book, I hear him talk from behind me.

  “I hope you put some sunscreen on?”

  “I’ll be fine. I don’t burn.” I tell him, causing him to laugh before he nods his head.

  “Sure okay.” he pauses as he sits down next to me, leaning over and catching my lips with his. “I’ve got to go out of town for a day. I should be back by tomorrow.”

  “Okay.” I nod my head, slightly disappointed that he won’t be here tonight and also slightly curious about how long he has known about all of this. “Where are you going?” I ask him before he just glares back at me, causing me to nod my head. “Got it. None of my fucking business.” I mumble to myself as I stare back down at my book, hearing him groan out before he sighs.

  “Fuck, Nyx.” he groans, not really talking to me. “You know what.” He smirks as he looks at me again. “Go pack an overnight bag.”

  “What?” I ask him and his smirk slightly grows.

  “This can work. I have to go to New York. You need to find a dress.”

  “I need to do what now?”

  “Yeah, that was what else I was going to come talk to you about. I have this banquet I have to attend next week, so you need a dress.”

  “Do you always take a private jet?” I ask him as we walk up to the jet later on.

  “Yes.” he nods his head, before he holds out his hand for me to walk up the steps in front of him.

  “Why?” I ask him as he steps inside behind me and he laughs before he pulls back his suit jacket, revealing his gun that always sits there. “Gotcha.” I nod my head before.

  “My turn.” He smirks at me as he sits down and motions for me to sit across from him.

  “What?”

  “You ask so many questions, now it’s my turn.” I can’t help but giggle as I nod my head, telling him to go ahead. “What was wrong with your living situations?”

  “Luce…” I trail off, not wanting to answer him.

  “Nyx.” he glares at me before I groan out and nod my head.

  “My dad…”

  “I already know about that.” he nods, surprising me. “What? Of course I would do a bit of background on you when you finally told me who you were.”

  “How much do you know?” I ask, and he leans over, clasping my hand in his.

  “I know that he’s in prison and that he killed your mother. I know you ended up in the hospital and then went to live with your brother. What I don’t know is why that living situation wasn’t good.”

  “He was 18, when he took over custody. He didn’t know what he was doing. He tried, but just wasn’t…” I pause, trying to figure out the right word.

  “Attentive?”

  “Yeah. I don’t think he ever realized what his friends were doing.’’ I look away from him before his fist tightens.

  “What were they doing?”

  “They had bets.” I whisper out. “I found out later. They took bets on who could do what.”

  “You mean what they could convince you to do?”

  “Something like that.” I nod my head.

  “How old were you?”

  “At first. 14. I heard while I was in Toronto that my brother had committed suicide. I have a feeling that he found out what was going on.”

  “Why do you think that?”

  “My brother loved me, he just didn’t know how to raise a kid and I mean who should at 18. He tried to do everything for me, but I think that he may have trusted people too much. He thought that since he was a good person that’s how everyone would be as well.”

  “Did you ever tell him?”

  “No, I knew that if I did, he would blame himself. And he shouldn’t have. It wasn’t his fault.” I sit back silently, wishing that I could tell my brother all of this right now.

  “Fuck,” he mutters before he looks around and I shrug.

  “Now that you know, can we never talk about it again?”

  “But…” he looks at me with those fucking pity eyes.

  “Stop. It was a long time ago. I don’t want to be treated like a victim because I’m not one. I’m a goddamn survivor. I know what they did was fucked up. Shit, I know what Jack did was fucked up. But I don’t want to live in the past. I just want to move on.” He nods his head. “Now, tell me. When did you not have money? Because from what I gathered, your dad was around before you.” he glares at me and I’m instantly confused.

  What did I say wrong?

  “Ok.” His hand comes up, stroking his chin. “I won’t bring it up again, but if you want revenge, if you want them to pay. You just let me know.” he smirks across the small table between us. As he shifts and then lowers his voice, talking again. “After my mother died. My father,” I can tell by how he stresses the word father that what I said wrong was calling him his dad, “would take out his aggression on me. When I turned 17, I ran away. Left everything. He tracked me down a couple of times, tried to bring me back, but I always managed to get away again. I was homeless for three years because I would rather live on the streets than live with my father one more day.” I nod my head, understanding where he’s coming from.

  “Why?”

  “So many reasons,” is all he says as I just stare at him baffled.

  “Shit.” I mumble as I lean across, this time grasping onto his hand. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be.” He nods at me. “Just understand that you’re the only one I’ve ever told that too.”

  “What?”

  “Th
at I was homeless. No one else knows.” I glance over to Blaine as he sits behind us and Luce shakes his head again. “Nope, only you.”

  The plane bounces over slightly on the tarmac before Luce smirks at me, extending his hand. “Luce,” I whisper to him. “I don’t want revenge…” I pause as a slight smirk grows on my face. “But I want them to be terrified that I will for the rest of their lives.”

  A large grin forms on his face as he nods his head, leaning in and kissing me. “Done.” He whispers as he pulls back away from me.

  Chapter 13

  Nyx

  As we walk into the room, I can feel Luce’s hand on my lower back as he moves me through the party. Stopping at the bar and then handing over a drink to me.

  “Thank you.” I smile up at him, knowing how he’s expecting me to act. Nodding his head before he turns me, and we walk back towards the crowd, his hand finding the small of my back and resting just as it had before.

  I feel strange standing next to Luce. Everyone here knows who he is, so they are all wondering who in the fuck I am. “What’s the matter?” He leans into my ear, asking me as he pulls out my chair at the table where his name sits in front of two chairs.

  “Everyone is staring.” Looking up at him, I whisper, sitting down, as the corner of his mouth twitches just slightly. Then he sits down next to me and his eyes instantly move to me. Quickly I look away, suddenly embarrassed at being seen staring at one another.

  “That’s because I’ve never brought anyone out.” He explains as he tilts my chin up to look at him. I can feel even more eyes look at me.

  “This is literally what my hell looks like.” He lets out a small chuckle, just loud enough that I can hear it. Even if his face doesn’t falter, I know the laugh is just to let me know he appreciates what I’m saying. “The attention isn’t who I am.” I admit to him in a shaky voice.

  “I’m not very keen on it either.” He tells me. “But it comes with the territory. You’ll grow accustomed to it.” I’m surprised as he actually lets a minuscule smirk form on his face as the banquet starts and he pulls my chair closer to him. “We can keep your mind off of everyone watching.” He whispers to me, as I can feel his hand creep up my inner thigh. “Now we could get thrown out if anyone notices.” He stares at me as I feel his fingers graze over my clit. “Spread your legs.” He growls into my ear as I let my legs, which are covered from the tablecloth, open and he pushes my panties to the side. Feeling his fingertips as he teases my entrance, I want to moan out, but I can’t as the woman sitting next to me may be a little offended. His eyes are no longer on me, but facing forward as the host talks as he pushes them inside of me and I can see his other hand ball up in a tight fist on the top of the table as if it’s the only way to keep himself sane. I can feel the excitement building up inside of me as his fingers continue to push inside of me, with every small movement the palm of his hand rubs my clit. It won’t take very long before he’s going to have me cumming right here at the table. I’m not entirely sure how I will be able to hide that though.