Page 47 of Scarred Sacrifice
“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you because I’m too distracted by your tits,” he quips.
I quickly pull on my T-shirt and place my hands on my hips, glaring at him. “Seriously?”
“What? I can’t help it. I’m just sat here, and you are the one that got naked in front of me. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before. We shared a bed and a shower before today,” he points out.
“Don’t remind me,” I say, scrunching up my face in mock disgust.
“Don’t give me that shit. I saw you checking me out.” He grins.
“I may have peeked, but I did not stare, and I used my restraint to not look at your dick,” I argue.
“Would it make you feel better if you saw it? Would that make us even?” he asks, his hands on his fly.
“Fuck no!” I protest. I walk towards him, wobbling slightly on my feet. Damn, I really need to eat some proper food and regain my strength. The room suddenly feels like its spinning. I stop and try to regain my balance, but it’s too late. I’m falling.
Nyx leaps from the couch to catch me, his arm wrapping around me, holding me close as we land on the floor with a thud. “Fuck!” he hisses.
I blink and look up, seeing his wrist is still cuffed to the pipes and his body is awkwardly hanging off where he lunged to catch me. His other arm is still holding me against him, and as I move off of him, he winces.
“Let me help you,” I say as I try to get to my feet.
“No, just sit your ass on that couch before you fucking hurt yourself again,” he orders.
“Don’t tell me what to do!” I snap back.
“Fuck, just get on the damn couch,” he sighs.
I reluctantly do as he says, while giving him my best stare down. He pushes himself back up onto the couch, wincing and grabbing his stomach.
“I didn’t ask you to catch me,” I huff.
He gives me a look. “Fine. Next time I will let you fall and hit your head on the damn table,” he grumbles.
I sit there for a moment. “I just need to eat, then I will be fine. And I guess, thank you for not letting me smash my head on the table,” I mutter.
“Jesus.” He shakes his head back and forth. “You really are a the most fucking stubborn ass woman I’ve ever met.”
I shrug. “There are worse qualities to have.”
“Who said it was a quality?” he retorts.
I narrow my eyes at him and flip him off, before rubbing my temples. “I don’t know why I’m so dizzy,” I mutter.
“What have you eaten in the past ten days?’ he asks.
My head snaps up. “Ten days?!” I ask, shocked.
He nods. “Yeah,” he says softly.
“I didn’t realise it was so long,” I mutter, frowning, trying to think about what I had eaten. “Er, three slices of bread,” I state. “That’s what I remember. I would only eat half and hide the other down my top. I was knocked out or I blacked out some days.” I shrug.
He looks at me, a rage burning in his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but a knock on the door stops him.
“Only me. I cooked you breakfast,” Bernie says, walking in with a tray full of food. She places it down on the small table that I nearly knocked myself out on, then drags it closer to the couch for us. “I made you a plate of food, too.” She smiles at Nyx. “I didn’t know what you liked, so you got a bit of everything,” she says, pointing to the plate that is piled high with bacon, pancakes, eggs, and hash browns. She had even included bowlsof fruit, orange juice, and two mugs of freshly brewed coffee. I pounce on the coffee before anyone can say anything else and take my first sip.
“Oh, my god,” I moan. “Oh, how I have missed you,” I sigh to the coffee.
Bernie snorts. “I will bring you another cup in a bit, but eat some food. Or no more coffee!” Bernie chastises.
