Page 62 of Nest Of Lies

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot movement. Mills and Valen appear and watch with those same intense, hungry eyes that Zaden had.

I feel beautiful.

I feel powerful.

Zaden tenses, and my mouth fills with cum. It’s not unpleasant exactly, but I am surprised at the taste and texture. Before I can think too much of it, I swallow once, twice, thrice. I continue licking and sucking, even as Zaden shudders.

“You’re amazing, Lia. So good. How did you know what to do?”

“Oh, Zaden, I simply read a lot,” I say with a grin. I sit back on my knees as Zaden backs up and leans against the island.

“And hard work gets rewards!” Valen says happily.

Zaden jumps out of his skin, banging his hip on the chair. Mills snickers, and I have to fight to hide a smile.

But all of a sudden, Valen lifts me onto the table and pulls my pants down. I try to sit up, but he pins me with a hand and gives me a look.

“Stay.”

I relax, watching him before I turn my head to Zaden. “Are you sure it was all right?”

Zaden growls and leans over, kissing so hard that I lose track of everything, right until the moment a hot tongue swipes up my slit. I scream into Zaden’s mouth.

He pulls back and brushes my hair away from my face. “I loved every minute of what you did, and I will be your willing test subject anytime you want.”

I blush. I can feel my face heat, but then Valen puts a hand on Zaden’s chest and pushes.

“Go away. You’re distracting me while I’m working.”

Zaden laughs.

Mills is in the kitchen banging away, and I’m just feet from it, getting eaten out on the kitchen table.

My mother would just die.

This is the best day of my life.

Chapter twenty-two

Lia

Everything is innocent untilit’s not. I was doing washing this morning, grumbling because I feel achy in my joints, when Ranger steals in, without me hearing him. He pins me over the washing machine, holding me easily with a palm to my back.

Methodically, he peels my leggings off and tosses them away. I’m already wet, it seems to be that I always am these days. Ranger doesn’t say a word as he slides his finger into me. In and out, slow, measured, he fucks me with his fingers until I shatter. Then he leaves. I cling to the washing machine, barely able to stand up.

He doesn’t fuck me, but neither do any of the others. It’s been two weeks. Rangers’ bruises are almost healed, and I’ve gone from someone who is rarely ever touched to being pinned daily somewhere and having them get me off.

But once the initial novelty wore off, I noticed that they rarely touch me at other times. They, in fact, hold themselves away and apart from me, and no one, no matter how much I beg, will fuck me.

It’s making me feel uneasy and dirty, so when Zaden comes and sits opposite me at my outdoor table, I can’t look at him. Those thoughts poison my brain, twisting me in knots.

The words are right there, but they sound wrong; they feel wrong, and I’m terrified of the answer I might get.

“Lia, what’s wrong?” Zaden asks in exasperation.

I sniff. “Nothing.”

“Crap, everyone’s noticed it. What’s wrong?”

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