Page 93 of Devious Lies (Cruel Crown)
Nash was the sky moments before a storm.
Daunting.
Dark.
Beautiful.
I backed up until my butt hit the wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling windows. Behind me, dozens of people lounged on the beach—laughing, reading, unaware. If they looked up a level, they’d see our dance, a princess and her dragon. The idea of getting caught left me soaking wet. I wanted to dance in Nash’s fire until I burned as hot as he did.
My fingers fumbled against the window, remembering the privacy coating still sat in the warehouse. “They can see us.”
He didn’t budge. “Nice view.”
“Nash.”
“Strip and hold out your arms… or we can leave.”
Heat pricked my cheeks. I kicked my shoes off. They flung across the room, clattering against the table of tools. My socks went next, followed by my sweats. I stood in front of Nash in my panties and t-shirt.
No bra.
; Just false bravado and my selcouth shirt as my armor.
It wasn’t desire that led me to obey him. It was defiance. I refused to back down, refused to show him I feared the reaction he garnered from me. That this would be done, and I would still want him.
Nash cupped his erection through his pants, rubbing at it as he nodded at my panties. “Those, too.”
I slid them down my legs until all I had on was my shirt. The breeze felt cold against the lips of my sex. I crossed my legs but stopped when he tutted.
“You go first,” I managed. My voice sounded hoarse. Unused.
He laughed at me. Actually laughed. “You’re not in a position to bargain for what you want.”
He was right.
I had initiated this, and if I wanted it to continue, I needed to hand him control and suffer the consequences.
Why do you want this, Emery?
Morbid curiosity.
The type that kills.
I needed to confirm our connection the first time was a fluke. Then, I could move on with my life in peace.
Itch scratched.
Problem solved.
Nash undid his tie and loosened his collar. “Part your pussy lips and ask me if I like what I see.”
Jesus.
I knew immediately this was a bad idea. There was no purging Nash out of my system. I was an addict being given her next fix.
I did as he asked, my insides clenching as my nails brushed against my clit. “Do you like what you see?”
