Page 37 of A Nest of Lies


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I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Maybe it’s the forbidden aspect. However, I fear it’s something so much darker than that. So much more intense.

I feel caught in her web.

Ensnared by her beauty and enthralled by her sincerity.

Captivated by her strength and lost to her needs.

I simply never want to leave. Never want this to end. Just want to indulge in her… for as long as I live.

Which may only be hours if Hades finds out what I’ve done.

But this kiss is worth facing his wrath.

Because this kiss makes hermine.

Something I solidify with my tongue. It’s a whispered vow, one I’m sure she doesn’t understand. Though, I don’t fucking care. She’ll learn.

And if she doesn’t accept my claim, then I’ll protect her from afar. Ensure her happiness. Worship her in my own way.

Sera’s arms slide around my neck, her perfect lips dancing with mine as I teach her what I like. Introduce her to my kiss. Possess her with mytongue.

She moans again, arching into me and practically begging me to lift her into my arms.

So I do and carry her to the bed, where I nestle her into the silky sheets, all while worshipping her with my mouth.

Her fingers thread through my hair as she holds me to her, and my little mystery tries to take control.

It’s cute.

Alluring.

Downrightenchanting.

So I let her lead for a moment, give her time to play with my tongue and explore my mouth the way she wants to.

She shudders in response, her nails scraping my scalp before drawing down to my neck and over my shirt. “I want this off,” she says against my mouth.

“Yeah?” I reply. “Then take it off, trouble.”

Her resulting pout is endearing. But the way she narrows her eyes is hot as fuck.

It’s a sensual juxtaposition that has me far too eager to see where this goes.

Which is a problem since I can’t actually fuck her.

Or even make her come.

Not without putting her—and everyone else here—at risk.

Styxxx,I groan to myself, so fucking irritated by this situation.

Because I have to stop.Wehave to stop.

And naturally, my girl is taking off my shirt—because I told her to—just as I’m realizing that this can’t go much further.

I asked her to play. But I’m beginning to understand that there can’t be muchplaybetween us. Not if I want to stay in control.

She’s too fucking alluring for her own good.