Page 75 of Paramour of Sin

“Remy wants to know if we’re still going to Chicago,” Zane said as he sauntered into the room, his hungry gaze on me.

Zeb replied, “Yes.”

“No,” I argued. “I can’t catch the culprit setting me up if I’m not in Nashville.”

“It’s Sunday,” Lord Zebulon said. “Clubs aren’t open late tonight, so how would you even go about hunting?”

I was still pinned between his body and the wall beside my closet, while Zane watched on from the side. I didn’t like this feeling that I had no control over my life or my body, but I also didn’t want him to move either. It was an intoxicating conundrum that left me confused and helpless and utterlyowned.

“There are plenty of places I could go,” I started, my heart skipping a beat in my chest. Because no. There really wasn’t anywhere to go on a Sunday night.

Lord Zebulon shook his head, his knuckles tracing a path over my jawline. “The only place you’re going is to my estate in Chicago.”

“So you just assume I’m going home with you,” I snapped, well aware that I sounded like a petulant child. But both of them made mefeellike a petulant child. They took away my free will, my sense of responsibility, and kept trying to put me in a cage “for my own safety.”

No touching because she’s too innocent.

No touching because she needs space to grow.

No going out because… because there’s nowhere to go.

Ugh.

Lord Zebulon latched onto my elbow. “That’s because youaregoing home with me.”

He reached out with his other hand and grabbed Zane’s shoulder, then portaled us away.

I yelped, the sensation foreign to me.He’s teleporting us. Oh, Hell’s Realms… the power… the energy… the overwhelming glow of Demonic Lord potential…

I shivered, my skin prickling with unease.

Then his scent wrapped around me, his lips brushing my temple, his grip sliding to my lower back as he held me against him. Protecting me. Cherishing me. Keeping me safe.

Sulfur and mint, and a dizzying feeling of being warm surrounded me.

Safe. I feltsafe.

Lord Zebulon’s essence flowed through me, making me high, filling me up while the hum of his energy whirled around me. I lost myself in the sensation of him showcasing such robust strength, my demon spirit purring with the need for more. So much more.

I was dizzy.

Dazed.

Utterly consumed.

I couldn’t even remember what had me so worked up or where I’d wanted to go. All I desired was more of his masculinity, strength, andpower. I was drunk on him. Addicted. Lost.

We landed in his bedroom, and I didn’t even notice my surroundings. I was too lost to the heat pouring off of Lord Zebulon. I leaned in for more of his vitality, for another taste of his lips.

But he pulled away, leaving me bereft and alone.

He shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed a look at me over his shoulder as he loosened his tie. “You want more, little one? Then strip.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Gwen

I blinked. “What?”