Page 36 of Sinful Lies

In less than an hour, Zara Mullens will become a Koslov, and the thought makes my blood heat.

I have absolutely no business being aroused by the thought of Zara being legally tied to me, by the thought of her havingmyname, but I can’t help it.

Ever since I took her face in my hands and kissed her like my life depended on it, I haven’t been able to get her out of my head, even more so than usual.

She tasted even better than I imagined. The feeling of her pressed up against me as I explored her mouth with my tongue has plagued my thoughts and gotten me hard at the most inappropriate times.

If she learned how often I’ve had to take myself in my hand just to try and get her out of my system…

Maybe it’s because I know she enjoyed it too. I saw the lust in her eyes when I pulled away. I noticed the way her breathing quickened, and her chest flushed as she felt how much I wanted her.

We’re entering dangerous territory, but that only excites me more.

She’s going to walk down the aisle looking like a fucking goddess and then declare herself as mine in front of hundreds of people.

Now I’m not just hot, I’m hard as a fucking rock, and I don’t have time to deal with it.

I pull at the tie once more, and the whole thing comes loose.

“Fuck!” I throw it on the bed and storm over to the mini fridge to grab myself another bottle of liquor, trying to ignore the throbbing ache in my pants.

Just as I’m unscrewing the cap on the miniature bottle of tequila, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out and my heart stops as I catch the name on the screen.

I answer.

“Rurik, you better have some good news for me.”

“I have news, but you’re not going to like it.”

“Fuck.” I run my hand through my hair. “What did you find?”

“Turns out you’re not the only person to have a private investigator look into your fathers affair.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ivanov suspected his wife was having an affair and decided to do some digging of his own. A bunch of photos were taken.”

“Send them over immediately.”

“It’s all attached in the email I’m sending you.”

I let out a long breath as I try to digest what this means.

“I’m sorry I don’t have better news.” Rurik hangs up the phone.

A few seconds later, my phonepingswith a new email, and I throw back the tequila before opening my inbox to see with my own eyes if what Alexei said is true.

Attached is a whole bunch of grainy photos, but there’s no denying who the man in the picture is.

My father.

The cheatingbastard.

“Fuck!” I launch my phone at the wall.

How could he have done this? How could he have turned his back on our mother and shattered every belief I had that a loving marriage was possible for people like us?

It’s rare, I know, but they had it. My parents hadit,and he threw it all away for some quick fuck on the side.

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