SWNOVELS The Sacrifice: Chapter 67
Sophomore year at Barrington University
I sit on the couch. The girl lies face down on the floor, hands still tied behind her back and she’s crying around the tape on her mouth. Miles Hopper sits next to me, recording her with his cell phone. Something about material to jack off to later.
The front doors slam open. The sound of them hitting the interior walls echo through the house, and Miles jumps to his feet. I stay on the couch, arms fanned across the back.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he demands, watching the three men enter the family room. He spins around to look at me. “What did you do, Tyson?”
I don’t answer because it’s obvious what I did. I sent a picture of the girl to her Lord. I believed the girl when she said she didn’t know anything. Her mother did, but her? I wasn’t given any information about her.
Saint removes the pocketknife from his back pocket and cuts the zip tie around her wrists and yanks her to her feet. He rips the tape from her mouth, and she sobs, wrapping her arms around his neck while she stands up on her tiptoes.
“You can’t take her,” Miles growls, then turns to face me. “We have a job to do.”
“And we did it.” I nod to the dead mother.
“She’s supposed to be dead,” Miles snaps. “Everyone in this house must be taken care of. If her brother isn’t here in thirty minutes, I’m going to fucking gut the bitch.” He turns around to face Saint but is met with the end of his knife. Saint stabs him in the neck and then pulls it out. The girl places her hands over her ears as Miles gurgles nonsense before dropping to his knees, and Kashton takes her in his arms to comfort her.
I stand and shove my hands into my front pockets. “You understand what this means?” I ask him. My eyes going to the sobbing girl. Haidyn takes her from Kashton and picks her up with his hands on her thighs. She wraps her legs around his waist and buries her face into his neck, still sobbing. I look back at Saint, waiting for an answer.
He nods, putting the bloody knife away. “I owe you.” Walking over to Haidyn, he rubs her back, and she turns, facing him, and like a child, he takes her from him and walks out the door.
“I don’t understand,” my wife whispers. “Why were you supposed to kill her?”
“Because she is Luke’s half-sister.”
She gasps, pulling her legs up underneath her ass, and turns in her seat the best she can to face me, her other hand coming to lay over our joined ones. “What…I—”
I smile at her lack of words and explain a little more. “I was sent to do an assignment for initiation. Me and a fellow Lord were supposed to take care of everyone in the house. Well, I was just as surprised as you were when I found Miles dragging Ashtyn into the living room. I knew her from the house of Lords. She was Saint’s chosen.”
“I’ve heard the rumors.” She nods, referring to Saint and Ashtyn. “What did you do?”
“I killed her mother.”
“Tyson.” She gasps in horror as if the thought of me killing a woman is too much to handle.
“You know how you get a woman to trust a man?” I ask, looking over her quickly.
Her brows pull down at my question. “No.”
“You send a woman to do the job for you.” The silence that lingers tells me she doesn’t understand, so I elaborate. “He would find a girl that he wanted, send his mother to talk to her, get close to her, then she would help him drug her and take her.”
“Oh my God.” Her hands tighten on mine.
“But there was never anything said about Ashtyn. The Lords had a description of the mother. That wasn’t a chance I wanted to take.”
“So…” She thinks about her words for a few seconds. “You knew all the way back then that Luke was involved with kidnapping and killing these women?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Luke was never mentioned.”
“But you said it was her half-brother.”
It’s complicated. “Ashtyn had a brother. The Lords thought that it was him because of the mother’s role she played.” That’s where things got tricky. For some reason, her brother didn’t come to save them that night, so who knows what the fuck he was into. After I killed their mother, the Spade brothers took Ashtyn into Carnage and hid her away from the world. But that didn’t go as planned either. She fucked them all over. There are days I bet they wish I would have just killed her when I had the chance. But if Whitney is telling the truth, they will get their chance, and Ashtyn may be dead soon anyway.
“So Luke and Ashtyn have the same mom?”
“Yes.” I nod. “Brenda—their mother—had an affair with Luke’s father.” I wave my hand in the air before placing it back on the steering wheel. I don’t know the specifics and never cared to. Some Lords trade their wives like fucking baseball cards. It’s not uncommon for orgies to take place during certain Lord events. “But this wasn’t figured out until years later. After we completed our assignment, the kidnappings and killings stopped. For a while.”
LAIKYN
I wake up in a room I’ve never been in before back at Carnage—no more hospital bed. Thank God.
Black silk sheets and a big fluffy comforter. The carpet a dark gray like storm clouds with a black area rug. The dark curtains are pulled open to showcase the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the woods. Nothing but trees for as far as the eye can see. The clouds cover the sky, making it look gloomy and gorgeous at the same time.
Two white leather barrel chairs sit with their backs to the window, facing the room with a round glass table between them. A matching couch sits at the foot of the four-post Alaskan king size bed. The walls are as dark as night with shiny inlay designs. It’s beautiful.
Sitting up, I look over to the double doors to the right that open, and my husband exits the en suite bathroom with a towel low on his narrow hips. I smile when his eyes meet mine.
“Good morning, little darling,” he says, walking over to me. Leaning over, he kisses my forehead while his hand goes to my stomach. “How do you feel?”
I always knew I wanted a family. Kids with a man who wanted me and our children. But I never stopped and thought about how much of a turn-on it would be for that man to ask such a simple question. Or how much my heart races when he touches me. “Good.”
His hand rubs gentle circles on my stomach, and I spread my legs for him. A playful smirk appears on his handsome face. “Does my wife want to be fucked?”
“Yes, sir.” I lift my hips, my hands going to my breasts.
He groans, his fingers lowering to run over my pussy. I’m already wet, needing him. “Beg me, Lake,” he commands, and I gladly oblige.
“Please, Tyson.” I kick the comforter off my legs, making sure nothing is in his way. His free hand comes up and wraps around my throat, pinning me to the bed but not cutting off my air. I wrap my hands around his wrist. “I need you.” Licking my lips, he enters a finger into me, and I lift my hips off the bed once again.
Removing it, I move onto my side, pushing my ass to the edge of the bed, hoping he takes the hint.
He laughs, and I’m not even ashamed of how desperate I am for him. He runs his fingers between my ass, applying pressure as he leans over the bed, his lips almost touching mine. “Want me to fuck that ass again, little darling?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my pulse racing at the thought. He told me in the bathroom at the Minson Hotel that I’d beg him to fuck me. “Please …” I wanted to laugh then, but I understand what he meant now because I would beg this man to do the most depraved things to me. I’d crawl on my hands and knees and beg him to make his little darling a whore.
“Do you want me to stretch it beforehand or make it hurt?” he asks, his finger moving to my wet pussy, and I groan, wanting more of him.
“Make it hurt.” I whimper the words, unable to hide my embarrassment. I loved the way he fucked my ass last time. Fuck, the humiliation that comes with it after he’s done with me. I know my husband will hold me in his strong arms and tell me how good I was for him.
I’m dying to be his good girl.
A knock sounds on the door, and I sag when he removes it, rolling onto my back. Grabbing a hold of the covers, he yanks the comforter up to my neck. I sit up, gathering the fluffy material, and hold it to cover my chest while he walks to the door, not worried that he’s only in a towel. Opening the door, I see Ryat standing there. “Everything is good to go.”
Tyson nods. “Give me ten.” He then closes the door, and I allow the comforter to drop to the bed, exposing my chest to him, hoping he gets the not-so-subtle hint.
“Does that mean you’re not going to fuck me?” I stick out my bottom lip. I know my husband, and he’ll want more than ten minutes in bed with me.
He chuckles, coming around and kissing my lips tenderly. “Always so fucking needy.” His hand drops to my breasts, and he pinches my hard nipple, making me gasp while leaning into him. “Later. I promise.” He pulls away and looks down at me. “I want to take my time using my wife.”
My cheeks flush, and my pussy clenches. Fuck, I’m so horny. Is it the pregnancy? The adrenaline from everything that’s happening? I don’t know but I also don’t care as long as he gives me what I want. “May I come with you?” I ask, knowing he’s going somewhere inside of Carnage with Ryat. He’s probably waiting outside the room for him.
“Not this time.” He shakes his head and I cross my arms over my chest.
“Are you going to see Whitney?” I wonder. The thought of him seeing her doesn’t sit well with me, no matter the situation. I trust my husband with my life. He’s earned that. But her? I no longer trust her and am afraid she’ll try to hurt him. Who knows what kind of plan she had with Luke and our brother that we aren’t aware of.
He was in the process of putting a T-shirt on but turns and faces me, his face giving nothing away. It makes me feel stupid that I even asked. Of course he’s going to. So I think of a reason as to why I would ask that.
“Will you get my collar back?” She already tried to take my ring. She doesn’t deserve anything that he gave me. It’s mine. He’s mine. I refuse to share with her. My entire life was altered after she died, so I refuse to let that happen now that she’s decided to come back from the grave.
He arches a dark brow. “Missing your collar, little darling? That’s a surprise.” Walking back over to me, he grabs a hold of my chin and tilts my head back, my hands go to his wrists. He drops his lips to mine and kisses me, taking my breath away.
“It’s mine,” I say breathlessly, my heavy eyes opening to look up at him. “I want it back.”
He just smiles, finishes getting dressed, and leaves me. Lying down, I fan my arms out and let out a deep breath. I guess I can get out of bed and clean myself up. I’m starving and who knows how long he’ll be gone.