Page 41 of Sinful Lies

ZARA

Wife.

I never knew one word could make me feel so many different emotions.

We actually did it. We tied the knot and made it seem believable.

Part of me was convinced that I wouldn’t have the nerve to go through with the wedding, but the moment I saw Dimitri at the end of the aisle, I knew I’d made the right choice.

I can’t say the same for what is about to happen.

Dimitri might think that calling me his wife is enough to get me into bed, and he might be right, but jumping into bed together is the last thing we should be doing.

If we screw this up by sleeping together, I don’t know what I’ll do. I have no backup plan. If anything,Dimitriwas my backup plan, so it would seriously complicate things.

This was only ever meant to be a platonic arrangement, nothing more.

Before I have a chance to speak, to tell him it’s not agood idea, Dimitri’s lips crash against mine, and his body pushes me back against the wall.

His fingers dig into my waist as he forces his tongue into my mouth, and I can’t help but moan at the feeling of him pressed against me.

My body is responding all on its own.

Warmth starts to pool in my lower belly, and I freeze at the sensation. A sensation that I have refused to let myself experience for good reason.

You’re not safe.

I screw my eyes shut, trying to ignore the intrusive thought.

This is not him. This is not Giovanni.

Dimitri’s hand grazes up my waist and moves to cup my breast through my dress and I can’t hold back the gasp that spills from my lips.

I arch into his touch, and he responds by kneading my breast harder.

“Zara,” he growls against my lips.

His voice helps bring me back to the present.

I cling to the soft material of his shirt, pulling him closer against me.

He chuckles, his breath tickling my ear as he nuzzles into my neck, his other hand moving to cup my face, and I sigh at the feeling of his calloused fingers gently caressing my skin.

I can’t ignore my attraction to Dimitri.

The man knows how to wear a tuxedo, and that mixed with his towering build and devilish good looks has me wanting to give myself over to him. The strength that radiates from him is intoxicating, and I wish I could just give in and let him take control, let him show me the sort of pleasure I never thought was possible.

And that thought scares the fuck out of me.

We shouldn’t be doing this.

You’re not safe.

I freeze as Dimitri sinks his fingers into my hair, tugging the strands so that my head falls back, exposing my neck for him to explore.

My body is screaming at me to give in. The heat in my lower belly has turned into a dull ache between my thighs that will not be satisfied until Dimitri has buried himself inside me.

But my head is screaming the opposite.

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