Page 22 of Sinful Lies

For a moment, I freeze, too taken aback by the kiss to push him away.

But then his tongue darts out to trace my lower lip, and my body seems to melt.

I part my lips, and Dimitri groans as his tongue brushes against mine.

It’s the most intoxicating sound that causes heat to pool in my lower belly.

I shouldn’t be feeling like this. Not with Dimitri Koslov of all people.

But I have a part to play, so I might as well make the most of it…

I lift up on my toes and wrap my arms around his neck, pushing my chest flush against his as he continues to devour my mouth.

His hands slide down my body until he’s cupping my ass through the material of my dress, his fingers digging as he pulls my body against him.

I can’t stop the moan that escapes me as I rub against the hardness in his pants.

I need more.

I needhim?—

Danil yells, “All right, we get it!”

We break apart, gasping for air.

I take in Dimitri’s swollen lips, his eyes that are heavy with arousal, and feel a dull ache start to build between my thighs…

“I swear if you start fucking in the living room?—”

“Fuck off,” Dimitri snaps at Mikhail over his shoulder.

I bury my face in his chest to smother my laughter, my cheeks burning as I realized what we just did. Dimitri’s shoulders shake with silent laughter, and he slowly moves his hands up to my waist, squeezing me gently.

“Thank you for saying yes,” he murmurs against my ear.

“N-no problem.”

I force myself to remove my arms from around Dimitri’s neck and step away from the warmth of his body.

My cheeks are burning, and I’m almost panting like a dog.

“Enjoy yourself?” Dimitri chuckles, the sound making my skin prickle.

“No, but you clearly did.” My eyes flick down to the noticeable bulge in his pants.

“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve had that effect on me,pcholka,” he mutters under his breath.

My breath catches as I look up into his eyes and desire flashes behind them.

A champagne cork popping makes me jump, snapping me out of my lust-induced haze.

Danil raises his glass. “To the future Mrs. Dimitri Koslov!”

Emily looks at me.“When can we start planning?”

I’m wedged between my sister and Bianca on the cream couch, clutching my half-empty glass of champagne and trying to ignore the foreign weight of my engagement ring on my finger.

The diamond keeps catching the light and every time I look at it, my stomach knots.

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