Page 111 of Conquered

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

LILLY

Iput the finishing touches to my makeup, admiring the pretty damn good job I've made of it. My face is painted as a Day of the Dead sugar skull, all white with blacked out eye sockets, colourful swirls, and flowers in an intricate pattern across my whole face.

Thank fuck for YouTube!

My costume is a stunning full length, figure hugging, off the shoulder halter dress, covered entirely in sequins. The best part? The sequins are in a white skeleton pattern on black, and there's a red organza tiered train, as well as red organza frothing across the top of my arms and my neckline. It's sexy as fuck, especially as it looks like it's about to fall down at any moment.

Of course, it wouldn’t be complete without my signature Irregular Choice heels. I've got on a pink pair with black lace over the top, black sparkly heels, and black roses across the front. Nestled amongst the roses is a silver skull. Classy, yet appropriate for the theme.

I haven't seen the guys’ outfits yet. I guess they wanted to surprise me, too. I head out of Loki's room, I really ought to start thinking of it as mine given that all my stuff is in here.

Walking down the stairs, I notice them all standing around the breakfast bar, and I pause to drink them in. They are panty-exploding gorgeous. I see them every day, sleep in a bed with one or more of them every night, and they still take my breath away on the regular. They spot me and I can see a fire in each of their gazes, and suddenly I'm glad that my face is painted white because I'm sure underneath it's beetroot red as I flush from head to toe with raw desire.

Loki is the first one to reach me, looking like he's going to grab me, throw me over his shoulder, and head back upstairs.

“Jesus, Pretty Girl,” he rasps out, eyes devouring me. “You look fucking exquisite.” His hand brushes across the top of my exposed breasts, which, thanks to the lace corset I'm wearing, have been pushed up until it looks like they'll topple out.

“You look pretty hot yourself,” I say, taking my time looking him up and down.

He's got on a white shirt, with lace on the cuffs and down the unbuttoned front, which shows off his beautiful inked chest. On top of that, he's wearing a gorgeous emerald green velvet jacket that makes his eyes pop. Dark black jeans tucked into knee high black leather boots encase his muscular legs. And around his neck is an old fashioned looking locket. I reach out and open it to see a hideous painting of Loki, looking wizened and almost zombie-like.

“Dorian Gray, I presume?” I ask, meeting those beautiful eyes of his with a smile on my lips.

“Charmed,” he replies in a terrible British accent, giving me a rakish smile in return, and taking my hand. He brings it up, but instead of kissing it, he leans in and places a kiss on the exposed globe of my breast, making my breath stutter.

He straightens up, gives me a wink, and then saunters off.God, I could bite that arse of his! Maybe I will later…

Jax steps up next, and I can't help the delighted laugh that escapes me.

He's dressed as fucking He-Man!

All he's wearing is a pair of dark red y-fronts, a gold belt, red boots, and some sort of sword holder strapped across his chest, with a legit sword on his back. I mean, it looks real and wicked sharp.

I'm having to hold back tears of laughter, and I can see the annoyance at my reaction to his costume in his gaze.

“What's so funny, Baby Girl?” His voice is dark, and it helps to calm my laughter, making lust flare through me, which isn’t hard as all of his drool worthy muscles are on display.

“Jax, I'm sorry, it's just...” I say, still giggling. “When I stepped out of the bathroom that first night, before I knew your name, I called you He-Man in my head,” I say, smiling at him.

His lips twitch to my relief. I really didn't want to offend him. I step closer to him and can't help but run my palm up his arm appreciatively.

That's a fine piece of real estate right there!

I hear snorts of laughter and look back at Jax to see him smirking at me.

“A fine piece of real estate?” he questions with a blond brow raised, and I realise I said that out loud.

“You broke my filter,” I pout, my hand still rubbing up and down his arm. “Although, you are far, far sexier than He-Man,” I purr. I don't mean for it to come out in a husky voice, but damn, this boy is ripped, and that makes me all hot and horny.

“Careful, Baby Girl. These pants don't hide much,” he rumbles out, his own voice more gravelly than usual, and I can’t help looking down and admiring the growing bulge between his legs. “And you’re already testing my control with that dress.” Heruns his fingers across the neckline, and I shiver and ache, my thighs clenching together.

I take a step back before things can get any more heated between us. Looking up, I see Kai, who looks devastatingly handsome in a grey suit, white shirt, and thin black tie. He also has a pair of handcuffs dangling out of one pocket.

“I see the other Mr Grey has joined us for the evening,” I smile, arching a brow at him.

He smiles back sheepishly, a blush coming to his cheeks. “He's a little vanilla for my tastes, but well, I had to dress as something,” he says, his voice low and melodic.