Page 41 of Zade (Den of Sin)

He comes over to my bed and slides in beside me, “Why? Do you need more clothes?”

I giggle, “No. I like it because it smells like you. Sometimes I have nightmares and your scent soothes me.”

His gaze narrows as he pulls me into his arms, “I didn’t know you had nightmares.”

I close my eyes as I sink into his chest, his warmth, he wraps his arms around my back, “I don’t always. But sometimes.”

He doesn’t ask what the nightmares are about but I know he knows. Zade whispers, “I’m sorry. I should’ve been there.”

I sigh a contented sigh, “You’re here now.”

Of course, I’ve wanted him to fuck me but this feels heavier than anything else we could do. Zade loves me, I’m sure of it. And not the parental kind of love. I’ve never believed in fate, I’ve always thought it to be a ridiculous notion. Somehow I know he was made for me. I just have to wait for the stubborn as-a-mule man to catch up.

ChapterTwenty-Four

ZADE

She falls asleep on my chest and I just stare at her. I keep telling myself to get up, I really shouldn’t be laying here with her like this. As if we are something we’re not.Like she’s mine.I need to get up and go to my own damn bed but she feels so good in my arms so I hold her tighter and close my eyes for just a minute. Within seconds sleep pulls me under.

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I wake to Amira, placing the sweetest soft kisses on my neck. Keeping my eyes closed, I stay still, waiting to see how far she takes it. I fight back the groan in my throat when she runs her tongue down my chest. My cock grows with her soft lips trailing down my body, I know the head of my dick is peeking out of the top of my boxers. When I feel her tongue hit the weeping slit I grab her by her hair, pulling her off me, “Naughty fucking girl.”

She whimpers which only makes me want her more. I let go of her hair and quickly got off the bed, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Amira gazes at me, fluttering her eyelashes like she’s innocent when she’s anything but, “Make sure you picture me on my knees, begging for your cock while you come groaning my name, Daddy.”

I want to grab her by the throat and fuck her so hard she cries but of course, I don’t. We both know I’m going into the shower and will do exactly what she said. Is this as inevitable as it feels? I’m fighting as much as I can, but I only have so much restraint. Eventually, I’ll give in if she keeps pushing and then there will be no going back.

Walking into my room, I close the door behind me and go into the bathroom. After turning on the shower, I drop my boxer shorts and climb under the water. I stand with my hands on the shower wall, letting the water drench my hair. With everything in me, I try to forget the image she put into my head, the one with her kneeling, begging for my cock. Amira is the worst fucking craving I’ve ever had. It’s all-consuming. She possesses every part of me. I keep waiting for it to fade like with every other woman I’ve met. I’ve already fucked her, I should be over it but I’m not. Not by a long shot.

After quickly washing my body, I get out and dry off quickly change into clean boxers, and go find Amira. I find her in her bedroom on her phone giggling up a storm.

“I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you soon.”

She disconnects her call and smirks at me, “How was your shower?”

When she walks to the door, purse over her shoulder, in a white skimpy dress the panic rises.

“Where are you going?”

Turning to me she shrugs, “With friends. We’re spending the day on a boat.”

I stand and grab her arm, turning her toward me, “What friends?”

She rolls her eyes, “Cyndi, her new boyfriend Josh, and Rhys.”

I narrow my eyes at her, “That sounds an awful lot like a fucking double date.”

“We are just friends.”

She runs her fingers down my chest, “One day you’re going to want me like I want you. I’m going to spend the day with my friends. I’ll see you later tonight.”

The way she gazes at me with profound sadness guts me. By the time I open my mouth to speak she’s gone. My chest hurts as I wonder if this Rhys is just a friend. Or have I wasted so much time and now it’s too late? I’m a fool. She’s fucking stunning and could have her pick of any man. Amira is eighteen and has forty-thousand dollars now. At any point, she could leave. If I don’t get my shit together I am going to lose her.

I spend the next three hours losing my goddamn mind. The amount of times I imagine her getting fucked on a boat is enough to make me punch a hole into my wall.They’re just friends, Zade.I repeat that out loud to myself a million times but I still don’t believe it. There is no way this kid doesn’t want to fuck her. What will I do if she comes home and tells me she did what I wanted? Found someone age-appropriate?

I close my eyes tight, my breathing is shallow, and I run my hands through my hair as I realize I’m having a fucking panic attack. I’m an idiot. I had her. She was mine for the taking but now she’s off with ‘a friend.’ Bullshit. He’s probably fucking her right now. Doing what I was too much of a pussy to do.

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