Page 82 of Sinful Lies

It pains me to leave Zara. I want nothing more than to throw back the covers and show her how truly sorry I am with my tongue, but I force myself to walk away and give her some space.

I wish we could go back to last night. It was the first time I’d spent the night with a woman and only focused on her pleasure rather than my own.

Don’t get me wrong, I always make sure they come first, but after that it’s fairgame.

But not last night. I didn’t think of anything other than Zara’s pleasure, and it was incredible. I was desperate to spend hours with my face buried between her thighs as she moaned with pleasure and would have happily kept going, making her come over and over, but I didn’t want to keep her from sleep.

That did mean I woke up hard as a fucking rock which is why I snuck out and hit the gym to try and release some of the pent up tension in my body.

I was planning on taking a shower afterward to pump one out but I became too distracted by the sight of Zara snooping in my office.

Realizing I never took that shower, I head into my room across the hall and into my private bathroom. Turning on the waterfall shower, I strip out of my workout clothes and step under the scalding hot water, letting out a sigh as my muscles start to loosen.

Apart from one.

“I can’t,” I grunt as my cock hardens.

It feels wrong to fantasize about Zara’s luscious body when she’s currently avoiding me like the plague. But as I shut my eyes and let the water cascade over me, all I can think about is her.

I grip my hand around the base and squeeze tightly, my mind flooding with the memory of what it was like to have her come on my tongue.

What I wouldn’t do to have her here with me right now, dripping wet and moaning as I wrapped her soft thighs around my waist and fucked her up against the wall of the shower.

I want that more than anything, and so does my cock from the way it’s already leaking, but I won’t let myself feel the pleasure of release. Not until she’s forgiven me.

So, I turn the shower to cold and grit my teeth as I finish washing.

After my shower, I head back downstairs and into the kitchen, my stomach aching from barely eating all day, but I frown at the state of it.

The kitchen island is littered with half prepared food that was not there this morning when I left to go to the gym. Has Zara not eaten anything?

Part of me wants to storm upstairs with a plate of food and demand she eats.

I can’t have her hiding herself away all day, starving herself because she’s afraid of running into me. That is not the life I promised her. I promised her I would take care of her, and that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I decide to call in a few favors with some associates as part of my plan to apologize. I start off by calling the head chef at one of the highest-rated restaurants in Manhattan. Typically it would take months just to get a reservation at this place, but I plan on doing much more than that.

I don’t often abuse the fact that I’m a Kolsov, but for Zara, I’ll do whatever I can to make sure that she knows how sorry I am.

After a bit of persuading, I manage to book out the entire restaurant for the night and have the chef put together a special tasting menu just for us.

After I’ve organized the meal, I put in another call to Clara who helped Zara pick out her wedding dress.

The bridal boutique has a sister store that sells evening wear, so I ask her to pick something out that will compliment Zara’s coloring and have it sent over to the penthouse tomorrow along with a bouquetof flowers.

I just hope it will be enough. But only Zara can decide if she wants to forgive me.

20

ZARA

I’m so sorry,sladkaya zhizn’.

The words ring in my ears all night as I try my best to sleep, if only to stop myself from going into Dimitri’s room and climbing into bed beside him.

I know I had no right to go snooping through his office, so I can’t blame Dimitri for being angry at me. But it still hurt to see him turn so cold toward me after opening up to him like I did.

I’ve never shared the truth about my assault with anyone before, not even with Emily or Bianca, so it took a lot for me to feel comfortable enough to share it with him.

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