10. Zara

10

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, Dimitri was 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 a good 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.

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 have him be 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 not him .

“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.”

He reaches 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.

When he straightens, a strangled sound escapes me at the sight of his erect cock.

My pussy instantly clenches as I take in his thick length, the tip that’s already slick with his arousal.

He’s going to fill me so well.

“Before I do anything else, I want to taste you, Zara.” His eyes roam over my body as he wraps his hand around his length and pumps it hard.

His jaw flexes as he rolls his hand over the tip and grunts.

I sink my fingers into the comforter to stop myself from reaching between my thighs to relieve the throbbing ache as I watch him stroke himself.

I didn’t know it was possible to be this turned on, but Dimitri Koslov is making my body feel as if I might actually die if he doesn’t get his hands on me.

“Please.”

“Lie back and part your legs for me, sladkaya .” He pumps his length once more.

I do as he says, settling myself back against the pillows and spreading my thighs.

My breathing is coming in short pants as Dimitri climbs onto the bed, his strong arms resting on either side of my torso as he slowly lowers his head and presses a soft kiss to my navel.

My back arches off the bed as his tongue darts out and licks at my skin.

“Dimitri,” I moan.

“So needy.” He chuckles, his breath tickling my skin, before kissing me once more.

My cheeks flush at my own desperation.

I need relief, and it seems as if Dimitri is wanting to take his sweet time exploring my body.

I do my best to relax into the pillows, letting my eyes flutter closed as he starts to kiss lower, his hands moving to my waist to hold me still.

When he finally presses a kiss to my clit through the lace, I let out a gasp at the feeling of his hot mouth against my sensitive flesh. If it feels this good through my panties, I’m not going to last once he gets his tongue on me, and he fucking knows it.

I squirm against him as he continues to trail kisses along my drenched core, moaning as he finds me so wet and ready for him.

“I think it’s about time we took these panties off,” Dimitri murmurs.

“Yes.” My hips buck as he grazes his teeth over my clit.

Pushing himself up onto his knees, he sinks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly starts to pull them down over my ass.

I lift my hips, my heart thundering in my chest, as he pulls the material down my thighs and over my ankles.

Tossing the material aside, he grabs me by the ankles and slowly parts my thighs, exposing my very bare, very glistening pussy .

“Look at you,” he growls, his calloused hands running up my thighs as he takes me in. “So wet and ready for me.”

“Dimitri.” My eyes flick to his cock.

“Not yet.” He reaches his arms around the backs of my thighs, lowering his head between them.

I sink my teeth into my lower lip, choking back my frustration.

But at the first flick of his tongue over my clit, at the first wave of pleasure that courses through my body, I soon forgive his teasing because the buildup was worth every second.

As he runs his tongue along my core, a rush of wetness pools beneath me, and I’m crying out with pleasure.

Dimitri groans against me, and the sound has my blood heating. Knowing that he’s just as turned on as I am has my pulse quickening, imagining how hard he’s going to take me once I’ve come for him.

He slowly licks the length of my pussy before gently flicking the tip over my swollen clit.

I moan, reaching up to cup my breasts as he continues licking me so deliciously slowly.

I love that he’s taking his time exploring me, and it’s only making the pleasure more intense.

I take my nipples between my thumb and forefinger, tweaking them hard as Dimitri flicks his tongue over my clit once more.

“ Yes !” I gasp, my hips bucking as he continues to work my clit.

“Mmm… You taste so sweet, sladkaya .”

My eyes roll as Dimitri runs his hands up and down my thighs as he starts sucking my clit harder.

My breasts are heavy and aching, and my body is desperate for release but as soon as I feel the orgasm start to build, he pulls away.

“Please.” I try to grind my pussy against his face, but his hands find my hips, holding me in place as he looks up at me under those long, dark lashes.

“Not yet.”

The sight of him looking up at me from between my thighs has me almost coming undone.

He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he sinks his tongue inside my core and slowly starts pumping it inside me.

I cry out, my hands moving to his hair as he fucks me with his tongue, working me so well that my legs start to shake as my orgasm builds once more.

I’m so close.

“Oh god.” I sink my fingertips into the silky strands, pulling him even closer.

“That’s it, Zara, come for me, sladkaya .” Dimitri runs his tongue along my center before taking my clit between his lips and sucking hard .

I cry out as his touch sends me over the edge. I come so hard that my entire body is shaking, and I can’t stop the moans that spill from my lips as my pussy pulses so deliciously.

I cling to Dimitri, holding him in place as wave after wave of pleasure hits me, and he continues to slowly lick my clit as I ride out my orgasm.

When I’m nothing more than a gasping, shaking mess, I collapse back against the pillows. I try to catch my breath, but my heart is pounding in my chest, and my body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Well done, sladkaya .” Dimitri presses a soft kiss to my swollen clit before lifting himself up onto his knees.

My pussy is so wet and sensitive that the thought of Dimitri thrusting his thick length inside me makes me whimper.

As if he can read my thoughts, Dimitri moves to hover his strong body above mine, resting his forearms on either side of my head.

“We’ll go slow. I don’t want to hurt you, Zara.”

I let out a long breath and nod, moving my hands over his broad chest as I part my thighs wider.

I need this .

I need him .

“Fuck me, Dimitri.”