“What are you doing?” I mumbled.
Nazai stared down at me with dark eyes. “Enough of this sleeping away from our bed,” he uttered.
“I don’t want to sleep next to you,” I lied.
Truthfully the past few nights sleeping away from him had been hell. Since the night of the storm I’d enjoyed being in his bed. My body always gravitated toward him. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I loved feeling his warm body against mine. For too long I’d had to look over my shoulder, but when I was next to Nazai, my body was at ease.
A lazy grin formed on his face. “You don’t have to front, wifey. You like being inourbed. You’re just pissed at me right now.”
Instead of replying, I closed my eyes and leaned in, laying my head on his chest. I inhaled his fresh scent. He must have just gotten out of the shower. He was shirtless and his chest was still a little damp.
My body soon connected with the bed and I was on my back. Nazai’s body hovered over me and I snapped my eyes open when he grabbed my hands and placed them above my head, holding them there.
“We need to set some things straight.” His minty breath tickled my nose as he spoke just inches away from my face. “Stop trying to make me your enemy. The moment I put that ring on your finger, that shit went out the window.” I bit down on my bottom lip when he pushed down, brushing his dick against my center. He was only in a pair of briefs, leaving very little between us. “I make a better partner, Wildfire. The more you fight me, the more I push back, andI don’t lose. Me and you would be better as a unit if you allow it, you need to understand that.”
My eyes fluttered when he pushed the T-shirt I had on up and pressed his growing dick against my clit. His eyes darkened with lust, glowing with a savage inner fire.
Nazai lowered his head and kissed up my jawline until he got to my ear. “What is it gonna take for you to trust me?” He took the lobe of my ear in between his teeth. His hips circled, causing friction against my clit. The sensation shot up my spine. My stomach fluttered with butterflies, my heart danced with excitement. It was strange how I went from not needing human contact tocravingmyhusband’s touch.
“Trusting will get you killed.”
For a quick second disappointment flashed over his face. “That may be true normally, but at some point you have to learn to put your faith in others. You aremy wifeand that means you can put your life in my hands without worry. I thought you would have realized that by now, but if you need to be shown more, then I’m up for the challenge.” He grinned against my ear as he ground harder against me. My hands shot up and gripped his shoulders, my eyes squeezed shut, and my body arched into him.
“Submitting to me doesn’t make you weak, Wildfire. We can be partners in all this as long as you follow my lead when needed. I’ve seen what you can do and I won’tevertry to change you. In fact, I love that shit. Keep that fire pumping. Keep that killer drive. Together me and you could make magic together, baby.” A silent moan fell from my mouth as my head fell back and my body shook. His teeth sank into my lobe again before he pressed his lips against it to ease the sting.
My breathing sped up as I panted while my heart beat wildly in my chest cavity. Nazai hovered above me now, watching. My insides ran wild. Blood hummed through my veins.
Nazai leaned down and pecked my lips. My breathing halted seeing how his eyes bled with sincerity and seriousness. The hold they had on me suddenly made my throat tighten and my lungs constrict painfully. “Believe me when I say this is only the beginning between us. Buckle up, Wildfire, because I’m gonna show you just how magical we can be together.”
CHAPTER 27
NAZAI
“Ifound out who runs theShadows of Silver Stoneblog,” Emmet announced. Currently, we were at the farmhouse in front of The Barn for a family meeting.
“Who is it?” I leaned back in my chair and stared at the screen, waiting. Emmet tapped his laptop a couple of times before an image of a light skinned girl popped on the screen.
“Damn,” Ezra mumbled, leaning forward, locking his eyes on the screen.
“Her name’s Ziora Lambert. She’s twenty-five years old. It took some time to get into her system because her firewall is almost as good as mine. She kept trying to out hack me, but I was smarter.”
“The name doesn’t ring a bell. What’s her issue with us?”
Emmet tapped the keyboard a couple more times. “Apparently her thirteen year old sister was kidnapped nine years ago and turned up dead three months after. The cops never found out who it was, causing Ziora to take matters into her own hands.”
“Did you say thirteen?” Lucas cut in, gaining interest.
I cut my eyes in his direction then spoke again. “Again, what does that have to do with us?”
“Nothing in particular. It seems the cops did a half ass investigation and Ziora proclaimed it was because her family was on the poorer side. Apparently the wealthy got more attention and help when they went missing while her sister barely got the coverage. The cops chalked it up to her being a troubled runaway. According to her site, it seems her mission is to uncover the corruption in the justice system and show how the wealthy population is full of snakes. One guy who was thought to be involved in her sister’s disappearance showed up in dad’s courtroom and the case got thrown out because of some technicality. And that’s what put our family on her radar.”
“Is it such a big deal that she’s running her mouth?” Cashlynn spoke up on the side of me. “I mean she’s just some low-level blogger who runs her mouth.”
“You’ve never been in a family that’s in the spotlight. The whole reason we’ve been able to stay off the radar is because our family is so respected in the public eye. He’s retired now but our dad was one of the most respected judges on the east coast. Not to mention one of the youngest to take the bench. Him being disrespected is not tolerable,” Ezra chimed in.
“Not to mention, Ziora has a large following. She keeps her identity hidden but I’m sure it was the girl disguised as a reporter at your engagement party and wedding. It’s rumored she likes to take the law into her own hands and is determined to find out what exactly happened to her younger sister. I accessed her bank statements too and she gets donations from a lot of anonymous donors who help support her cause. We shouldn’t just write her off,” Emmet justified.
My hands folded over my lap and I stared at the girl on the wall. In the picture she had large brown curls that framed her round face, freckles across her nose, and high cheekbones. The photo more than likely was her license picture.
