Page 42 of Sinful Lies

The last time a man had his hands on me, I was left broken beyond repair.

It’s taken me a long time to fix what was broken, and I want nothing more than to forget. To replace the memories seared into my brain with something good. To not havehimbe the last man to have touched me. I no longer want him to hold that power over me, but I can’t deny that I’m terrified. Not of Dimitri, but of the thought of having someone be that close to me again.

I was so very wrong before, and I never want to make that mistake again.

Focusing on the feeling of Dimitri pressed against me, of his strong arms wrapped around my waist, holding me against him, I part my lips and let my tongue slide into his mouth.

Dimitri’s answering groan has my confidence growing.

I can be the one in control here.

He is nothim.

“I want you,” I murmur against his lips.

I open my eyes and look up at Dimitri, and my knees almost buckle at the lust reflecting in his dark eyes.

“Thank fuck.”

Hereaches for the zipper at the side of my dress and begins pulling it down.

I hold my breath, my body frozen as the dress falls to the floor leaving me in nothing but my underwear.

“Zara,” he growls, his eyes taking in the white lace lingerie. “You’ve had that on this entire time?”

I shrug, sinking my teeth into my lower lip as I look up at Dimitri under my lashes.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s…”

I can’t fight the smile as I watch Dimitri’s throat bob.

“Fuck, you look incredible.”

“You should see what’s underneath.” I reach behind me to unclasp my strapless bra.

I let it fall to the floor, and Dimitri’s eyes flash with need as he takes in my swollen breasts and peaked nipples. His tongue darts out to wet his lower lip, and I imagine for a moment what it would feel like to have his tongue explore my breasts, my inner thighs, my pussy…

“Dimitri.” I rub my thighs together.

“Come here.” He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him.

I moan at his shirt grazing my nipples, but it soon turns to a squeal of surprise as he reaches down with his free hand and lifts me off the ground.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he spins us and carries me over to the bed, tossing me down onto the blue comforter.

“I think I’m going to enjoy what’s beneath those pretty lace panties.” He reaches for the buttons on his dress shirt.

I push myself up onto my elbows and watch with bated breath as Dimitri shrugs out of his shirt. The sight of his muscled abdomen has my mouth watering.

My eyes roam over his tanned chest, following the trail of hair that disappears into the waistband of his pants, and I let out a gasp at the sight of his very prominent erection that is straining against his zipper.

“Like what you see?” He chuckles.

My cheeks heat as he starts unbuttoning his pants.

The aching between my thighs increases as he sinks his fingers into the waistband and slowly pushes them down his muscular thighs.

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