Page 128 of Nest Of Lies

I nod. I’d suspected as much.

“We’re family now, Mirakill.”

I growl.

He laughs. “I feel the same way. See ya at the birth of your pup.”

I jerk upright. “What?”

“Births, deaths, birthdays, celebrations, all those happy moments. You get to share them with me now.”

I groan.

He lifts a hand. “Don’t kill my boy.”

“No promises,” I say, knowing I won’t lay a hand on Bailey as long as he makes Lia smile and knowing that Andy knows it, too.

He gets on his bike and leaves in a deep roar. And I find myself actually liking the old biker. He’s got something in him that I know my dad would respect.

Lia comes out and stands beside me. “Where’s Andy gone?”

“Home. He said he’ll be back at birthdays, holidays-”

“Don’t look so horrified,” Lia teases.

She stands in front of me and wraps her arms around me. “Have I mentioned how much it means to me that you aren’t killing my family, even though they are your sworn enemies?”

“There’s always tomorrow,” I growl.

She laughs and lays her cheek on my shoulder. “Thank you, Zaden.”

“For what?”

“For everything.”

I wrap my arms around her and put my chin on her head. “Get rid of your brother so I can fuck you.”

She snorts a laugh.

I lean in and lower my voice, making it a husky purr as I drag my fingers down over her ass and then up and under her shirt. She shudders and leans into me, letting out a tiny whimper.

“I’m serious. If you make him go away, I’ll strip you naked, force you to your knees, and push my cock into your mouth. And you’re going to suck it like you love it because we both know you’re a whore for my cock.”

Her eyes are huge, but she’s barely breathing. “So confident.”

“Mm, I am because after I come down your throat, I’m going to lift you onto the kitchen island and lick that delicious pussy until you leave a fucking puddle on that granite.”

I pause, watching her eyes get darker, so focused on me. I pressed my fingers between her lips, loving the way her eyes get all black and sexy. I bring my hand out and suck my fingers, slowly one at a time.

“Are you wet now?” I purr, teasing her because we both know she’s dripping. “Your nipples are hard.”

She inhales on a shudder.

I slide my hand under her skirt, squeezing an ass cheek viciously, and dragging her up onto her toes.

“After you scream, I’m going to climb up there and fuck you under all Mills’ pretty, shiny saucepans. I’ll make you moan and scream, and when you squirt, you’ll leave so much on that fucking island that everything we eat will taste of you. Then I’ll share you with the others.”

My fingers slide deeper between her cheeks until I find what I seek.

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