Page 45 of Paramour of Sin

Blowing out an annoyed breath, I stomped up the stairs to the guest room and found it empty. I checked the guest bathroom next. Also empty.

Then I narrowed my gaze at my bedroom toward the end of the hall.

He wouldn’t.

But it was that or Gleason’s room, and Zane was far too sane to tempt that sort of fate.

I stalked forward and pushed open my door to find him making himself at home beneath my sheets. My brow furrowed. “Umm, yeah, I just made up the guest room foryou. Not forme.” I got that he had this whole master complex thing going on, but no way in hell was I letting him take overmyquarters inmyhouse.

“Oh, I’m not sleeping in the guest room,” he drawled.

“You can’t be serious.” I crossed my arms over my tank top, entirely unamused. “I’m not sleeping in the guest room, either. This ismyhouse.”

“Who needs a guest room?”

“You do,” I countered.

“Hmm?” Zane flipped back the covers beside him. “But how am I to keep you safe if I’m not right here.” He patted the bed for emphasis.

The sexy incubus had stripped down to his black boxer briefs, leaving every exquisite inch of his body on display. His skin appeared pale as moonlight against the dark sheets and his equally dark hair, which spilled around his face in messy waves, as though he’d recently mussed it on purpose.

The way his boxers clung to his hips did delightful things to his cock, making me recall every time I’d seen him naked… every time I’d witnessed just what he could do with his body.

The way he used his body forotherfemales.

Not for me.

I wassonot in the mood for his games. All the adrenaline had worn off from the intruder alert, Zane’s sudden appearance—and how I’d so beautifully kicked his ass—and finding the singed circle where someone had been spying on me.

If he wanted to play, he’d be doing it on his own.

“I’m too tired for your shit, Zane,” I huffed. “So I guess we’re sharing a bed tonight.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he shot back with a charming wink.

It’ll be the first time without someone between us,I thought, though I didn’t say it out loud.

I eyed him, considering my options. Could I handle that? A night in bed beside him? All those evenings we’d shared lovers, where we’d kept careful space between us while he taught me and molded me into a stronger, better succubus, had never involvedsleep. And somehow I knew none of those experiences had prepared me for a night withjustZane.

“You’re relentlessly obnoxious,” I muttered.

He bared his teeth. The expression made him look dangerous, feral, and oh-so-sexy. “I won’t bite unless you ask nicely.”

A tingle of desire snaked up my spine at the thought of his bite. His teeth scraping my skin.

Damnit.

All right, fine.

If he wanted to taunt me, then I’d give it right back to him.

I stomped into my bathroom to prepare myself for bed, gritting my teeth so hard it hurt my face. Why did he have to make everything a spectacle?Why is he even here?He’d just marched into my house like he owned the place—twice today!—and now he was lounging in my bed. In his fuckingunderwear.

He had no regard for my feelings or my needs.

I was so tired of his shit. I was done being nice. Done letting him put me down all the time.

Done withhim.