Page 60 of Nest Of Lies

I bury my nose in the material and groan. Hmm, this is perfect. I sneak out of the bedroom and pause when I spot a door to a room I normally avoid. I juggle the material and open it, stepping inside and closing the door quickly behind me. The last thing I want is someone finding me.

The thrill of doing something I shouldn’t be makes everything more exciting, but the excitement fades when I see the room. It’s huge, and there is a massive bed in the middle. There are bookshelves with books, a desk in one corner. And a little bar fridge.

But it’s the pillows on the bed that bespell me. It’s the piles of blankets and fabrics. My fingers itch. I take a step, pause, and try to remind myself that this is just a distraction, but I can’t help it. I dive onto the bed and start ruffling through materials and pillows, throwing them this way and that.

I put a layer of their clothes down and then cover it with a cool satin and roll on it.

It takes some time before I come back to myself again. I scurry up, my eyes wide, looking at the mess I’ve made. I grab my clothes and run.

Nothing stops me as I get back to the mansion, but as soon as I enter mine, Zaden grabs me around the waist. I fight and try to escape, but he simply slides a hand up and palms my throat.

I go still and stare up at him.

“We were worried.”

I sniff.

He looks down at the material in my arms. He tries to tug it loose, but I growl and hold on tighter, ignoring the pressure on my neck.

He ducks down and looks at me. “If you want something, Lia, just ask.”

“I want your clothes,” I blurt out.

He blinks. “Okay.”

“Okay?” I ask loudly. “Just like that?” His words make me furious. It’s never that easy.

Zaden gives me that smirk, the one that just melts my brain and makes me want to fight with him. I bristle.

“Fine then. Do it.”

Zaden studies me, and the grin grows. He steps back and reaches for his top, dragging it off super slowly. He tosses it at me, and I catch it. While he’s distracted, I sniff and almost swoon. His shoes and socks follow, and I take every opportunity to bury my nose in his top.

Focus, Lia.

I look up just in time to see him reaching for his jeans. He flicks the button open and, with his eyes locked on me, slowly unzips them.

If he thinks I’m going to end this, he is sadly mistaken. I’ve spent years wanting to see what the denim has been hiding. I’ll die on this hill.

I flick my eyes down and watch those huge hands spread beneath the waistband and slide them down.

He’s not wearing underwear. Why is that so hot? He’s got an enormous cock. And it’s growing. I can’t take my eyes off it.

I lick my lips and step towards him; the material falling to my feet, forgotten.

“Zaden?”

He’s watching me with hooded eyes as he kicks his legs free.

“Yeah?”

“Can I touch you?”

Because I really want to touch him everywhere. I advance towards him with wobbly knees and feeling like I’m floating but might trip at any moment. His body is hard, all muscles covered in tanned skin. Ink from dozens of huge tattoos cover most of his body. The skull on the back, but he’s got a demon on one shoulder and a falling angel on the other. I take in those wide shoulders, the gentle dips of his abs, and the dark trail of hair that leads down and surrounds the cock that is now pointed in my direction.

He is breathtaking.

I stop just short of it touching me and reach out to run my fingers down his chest. My body trembles, but this is Zaden. I don’t need to be scared, so I step closer and run my fingers down, watching his muscles flex and his skin get goosebumps. When I get to the trail of hair, I’m surprised by the texture. It’s course but soft and a strange mixture of the two.

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