Page 27 of The Sweetest Lies
But some of us have never felt it.
Nyra has never felt it. Until now.
My hands lower slowly at my sides as that sinking realization hits hard in my chest. Tonight’s settled. I should take the night off and just rest.
The guys were right.
For once.
I turn on the heel of my boot, but my feet instantly tangle as my chest collides with something hard, and a firm hand plants over my mouth.
And there’s that sharp gaze again.
Dammit.
"What the fuck are you doing? Why do you never listen? Why are you such a pain in my ass?" Zilo’s rant goes on and on for several seconds as I blink up at him.
If he would so kindly remove his big fucking dog paw, I’d explain.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, the beast of a man grips my hips and tosses me roughly. I land against his shoulder with a hard thump that knocks the air from my lungs. He hauls me just a few feet before I react swiftly with fight or flight.
And you guessed it: my elbow jars into the back of his head, sending him forward just enough for my right boot to slam into his face. A grunt and a curse growl out of him before he shoves me off of him.
My feet barely skid against the brick before finding the balance I so desperately need, and then his hands are on me once more. He grips my wrists, but I twist away from him in a huff of rage.
“Fucking stop manhandling me!” My hair flings into my face as I glare up at him.
He reaches for me again. “Get inside before you get yourself killed.”
My foot lifts and lands against his stomach, but he catches my leg in the blink of an eye.
A deadly smirk twitches at his lips.
He’s good.
Very good indeed.
A shiver of excitement and power courses through my veins, but I barely have a second to consider it. Because he pulls at my leg until I’m forced off my feet. But instead of falling to my ass, I leap.
And he catches me. My other leg wraps around his smooth, lean hips, and he surprisingly holds onto my thigh as my hands curl around his neck.
My nails dig in as I squeeze ever so lightly, and his chin lifts to look up at me like I’m a goddess he’s always worshipped but never spoken of. It’s like he never dared to whisper how sacred his faith was for fear that others might want to bask in my divine attention.
“Iwasgoing inside, you ferocious fuck!”
The smirk on his lips grows, and it’s a heart-pounding appearance of beauty. My fingers twitch to feel his beard against my palm. I almost don’t want to strangle the life out of him in this moment...
Almost.
A spark of sweet caressing magic singes between us where my skin meets his. Lust is alive in thrilling adrenaline like I’ve never felt.
Zilo is different.
He ignites lust and anger and happiness and fury all at once within me, and it feels like too much. It’s too terrifying.
So to balance it all back out, I fling my head forward and slam my skull against his.
