Page 124 of Blood & Lace
"Bella." I sounded desperate to my own ears. Need pooled in the pit of my stomach and swirled around.
"What's the matter, baby?" Onyx twisted around, his pouty lips open slightly. His legs spread as if he was inviting me in. His slender fingers moved up and down his chest in a slow motion. "Want to touch me?"
"Yes," I panted.
Everything changed in a matter of seconds. Onyx stood up straighter and twisted back around to give me his back. "Too fucking bad. Get clothes on, we have company."
I never wanted to kill my brothers more in my life. I groaned. "But?—"
He slipped past me, a white button up as his top. It wasn’t normally his style. The top three buttons were undone, and I realised how big it was on him. It was my shirt.
My chest filled with happiness at the sight. He was wearing my clothes. My cock was hard once more, and I wanted to say “who gave a fuck about my brothers.”
"This isn't fair," I shot his way.
My sinful husband didn't seem to care as he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and whatnot. I grabbed my phone and sighed at the amount of texts I'd missed. All from my brothers. So they had warned me they were coming, but still, a little more time would have been nice. I dressed as quickly as I could and handled my business in the bathroom before joining everyone else in the dining room.
Onyx was already there, sitting with annoyance written all over his face. Instead of taking a seat, I headed for the kitchen and made him a cup of tea and myself some coffee. Once I had the cream and sugar, I made my way back into the dining room, taking the seat next to Onyx. I offered the tea and he took it, the frown slipping away just slightly.
I might be able to escape the dog house my asshole of a brother placed me in. Damian cocked a brow at me, and I flipped him off.
"There is coffee in the kitchen if you want some."
He grunted. "I texted you."
Nash was up and already heading over to get them coffee.
"Doesn't mean you should break into people's homes," Onyx said through tight lips. "I could have killed you."
"We aren't Lucero, we wouldn't even have let you get the opportunity."
Onyx sat up straighter. "Opportunities are for those who lack skills. You wouldn't have known I was coming."
The air in the room grew chilly the longer they stared at each other. It felt like one wrong move and all hell would break loose. Nash came in, took one look at us, and sighed.
"We used the emergency key because we were worried. And partially because Lucero wasn't responding." He set the coffee down. "All siblings agreed that once, or if, they moved out, everyone would get copies in case of emergency."
"I didn't agree to it," Onyx shot back.
Nash shrugged. "You kind of did when you said ‘I do.’"
"You know what, arguing with this family is like talking to a fucking brick wall. Just tell me why you're here."
Damian's gaze cut to me, and I realized we hadn't had our talk. I'd been so wrapped up in winning Onyx back, I'd forgotten. A single groan worked its way free.
"I want to make a move on Régis Monet," I said.
"What?" Onyx put his tea down. I could feel his gaze boring into the side of my face.
"He's a business partner we agreed to on mutual terms," Damian said.
It wasn't a no, and I knew at the end of the day, Damian would always put family first, but I had to get him to see that first. He was for moving our family forward, putting us higher in the underworld.
"He's a threat to Onyx, and I won't let anyone that puts my husband's life in danger live."
Damian rubbed his chin in thought, his gaze moving between the two of us. Nash was silent next to him, but I wasn't stupid, I knew my brothers probably talked about it prior to coming here.
"You're in business with that sick fuck?" Onyx asked.
