21. Zara

21

ZARA

I’m surprised Dimitri and I manage to hold off on tearing each other’s clothes off until we get back to the penthouse. I was all for climbing onto his lap and fucking him right there in the car, especially once I clocked his erection straining against the front of his pants.

By the time we step out of the elevator into the penthouse, we’re both practically panting as we claw at each other.

“I told you I would fuck you on this couch.” He wraps his arms around my waist walking me backwards until the backs of my thighs hit the arm of the couch.

I gasp as he pulls me flush against his hard body.

“I was hoping you would fuck me against the couch…” I whisper, biting my lip.

Dimitri’s throat bobs as his eyes flick down to my chest, which is rising and falling with each pant.

“Show me, Zara,” he rasps.

He loosens his hold on me just enough so that I can turn around in his arms .

I fight a smile as I slowly bend over the arm of the couch and glance at him over my shoulder.

“Like this.” I push back against him so that his erection rubs against my ass.

“ Fuck .” His fingers sink into the soft flesh of my hips as he grinds his cock against me.

I moan at his hardness, wanting nothing more than to have Dimitri buried inside me.

“Are you sure?” His hands caress my waist.

I wiggle my hips against his cock and chuckle as he lets out a hiss.

“I’m sure.” I lower myself onto the couch cushions, pressing my cheek into the soft material.

“Thank fuck.”

Dimitri makes quick work of lifting my dress up over my hips and curses at the sight of the lace panties I chose to wear.

“Christ, Zara.” His hands move to knead the soft flesh of my cheeks. “I think I might have to keep these on.”

“I’m fine with that,” I chuckle.

The sound of his breathy laugh has my eyes fluttering closed and my thighs rubbing together, my body pulsing with need. But when he steps away from me, I frown, wondering if he’s changed his min?—

I gasp as Dimitri sinks his teeth into the soft skin of my ass cheek.

“Dimitri!” I squirm against him.

“I couldn’t help myself.” He chuckles as his hands stroke up and down the fronts of my thighs.

When his fingers dip between them and trace the damp seam of my panties, my body starts to go limp as the pleasure builds.

“I-I’m ready. ”

“I can tell, sladkaya .”

My cheeks burn, but I know that it turns Dimitri on to feel how ready I am for him.

So, when he stands back up and starts undoing his belt, I glance over my shoulder and moan at the sight of him pulling his pants down and his cock springing free, the tip already glistening with pre cum.

“Dimitri.”

Warmth spreads between my thighs.

“This is going to be hard and fast, sladkaya .” He strokes his length.

I whimper as my pussy clenches, so desperate to be filled by him.

His eyes lock on mine. “But I want you to tell me if it gets too much, Zara.”

I nod, my mouth going dry at the sight of him fisting his cock.

“Promise me.”

“I promise,” I gasp.

Dimitri lets out a breath as his right hand moves my panties to the side, and he lines his cock up with my entrance. Before I even have a chance to brace myself, he thrusts his cock inside me all the way to the hilt,

“Yes!” I cry out as my pussy stretches around his thick length.

But Dimitri doesn’t give me a chance to adjust to the size of him. Instead, he pulls out all the way, until his tip is barely inside me, before thrusting inside me once more.

“Oh god.”

“You’re so fucking tight.” His fingers dig into my hips as he pounds into me.

My eyes roll as I cling to the couch, trying my best to match his thrusts, but the way his cock brushes against the inner walls of my pussy has my body going limp.

His balls slapping against my ass have me moaning so loud that Dimitri lets out a breathy chuckle.

“You like being fucked from behind.”

My hips knock against the arm of the couch as he fucks me harder.

“Mmm…” I arch my hips higher.

“This is my favorite position.” He spreads his thighs between my own, widening my stance so he can hit a deeper angle. “Because I can sink so fucking deep inside your pussy.”

“God, yes.”

“And then I can finish all over this perfect ass.” He spanks me once.

I cry out at the sharp sting, my back arching, but then Dimitri’s hand is there, slowly rubbing my flesh.

“You’re taking me so well, sladkaya . Are you going to come for me?”

I whimper, my clit throbbing so painfully that I can’t help but reach between my thighs and start rubbing at the swollen bud. My fingers are drenched with my arousal as I rub my clit harder, my pussy starting to pulse as my release builds.

“More.”

“Good girl, Zara.”

My name on his lips as he pounds into me has me almost coming undone. I’m completely at his mercy, but that doesn’t frighten me because I know he would stop if I asked him too.

“Oh fuck, I’m close.” My body starts to tense.

Dimitri responds by increasing his pace, his cock hitting my G spot over and over, leaving me panting as I chase my release.

“Fuck, watching you touch your clit makes me want to spill so fucking bad.”

“Yes!” I scream as my orgasm hits.

I dig my fingers into the cushion of the couch as cries of pleasure spill from my lips as Dimitri continues to fuck me.

“Shit, Zara,” he hisses as my pussy clenches around his cock.

“ Dimitri ,” I groan.

My body is almost completely spent, my skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat as another wave of pleasure hits me.

“Oh fuck, I’m coming.” Dimitri pulls his cock free.

I whimper at the emptiness, but knowing that he’s close to release has my pussy clenching once again.

I continue to rub my clit as I glance over my shoulder to see Dimitri’s eyes heavy with desire, and his jaw is clenched as he works himself hard.

I moan at the wet sound of him fisting his length, knowing that he’s rubbing my arousal up and down his cock.

“Please, Dimitri,” I beg as I sink two fingers inside my pussy, another orgasm already building.

“Zara,” he growls.

“I want to come with you,” I moan as I brush my thumb over my clit.

It’s so sensitive it’s almost painful, but I’m so desperate for another release that the pain is worth it.

I arch my ass higher, wiggling my hips as Dimitri rubs his slick tip between my cheeks.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” he gasps.

“Oh, yes !” I moan as my release hits just as the hot spurts of his cum hits my ass.

My body shudders as I collapse against the couch, the sounds of Dimitri groaning with pleasure ringing in my ears as he spills every last drop onto my backside.

“Zara,” he pants once he’s finished. His strong hands gently caress my waist as we both try to catch our breath.

“Mmm…” My eyes flutter closed for a moment.

“I’ve made a mess of you.”

I can’t help but laugh.

“You’re more than welcome to clean me u?—”

He scoops me up in his arms, cradling me against his chest.

“Oh, I’m going to do more than that,” he growls before capturing my mouth with his.

I’m deliciously sore when I wake up in the morning.

After carrying me to the shower, Dimitri carefully cleaned me up, taking his time to lather up every inch of my skin before dropping to his knees and lifting one thigh over his muscular shoulder so he could devour my pussy with his tongue.

When I tried to do the same for him, he simply responded by lifting me up and fucking me against the wall until I was screaming his name.

I want nothing more than to continue our makeup sex this morning but I have work to get to, so I’m not entirely disappointed when I notice that Dimitri’s side of the bed is empty. There would be no way in hell I could walk away from his naked body. I don’t have that kind of self control.

What I do find in his place is a single lilac rose on his pillow.

“Such a softy.”I pick up the rose .

Pressing it to my nose, I inhale its sweet scent. But as soon as I catch a whiff, my stomach churns and the next thing I know, I’m tossing the rose aside and rushing into the bathroom to empty my stomach into the toilet.

It’s nerves. I’ll have to face Giovanni today and after what happened on Friday, I can’t deny that I’m terrified of being anywhere near him.

Though Dimitri assures me that Giovanni won’t be bothering me again, I won’t believe that until I see it with my own eyes.

By the time the nausea passes, I’m starting to run late so I quickly throw on a navy dress and pumps and head out the door.

The moment I scan my ID and walk into my office building, my phone buzzes in my hand with a message.

Dimitri: Call me anytime, sladkaya x

I smile, clutching my phone to my chest as I head toward the elevator. I’m so thankful that Dimitri and I were able to move past the incident in his office because there’s truly no better feeling than knowing he’s in my corner.

He’s proved that he will do anything to protect me, so I swallow down my nerves and hold my head high as I step out onto my office floor.

But Giovanni is nowhere in sight.

After dropping off my bag, I head down the hall to his office to pick up some paperwork and I’m surprised to find it empty. According to Karlie, he’s taking a sick day, so not only do I not need to deal with him in person, I don’t even have him chasing case reports over email.

“Hey, do you know what’s actually wrong with Giovanni?” I ask Karlie after sitting back down at my desk.

Karlie shrugs, leaning against my cubicle as she flicks her long, red hair over her shoulder. “No idea. All I know is that he’ll be out for a few days at least.”

The thought that Giovanni has been dealt with, at least for now, should calm my nauseous stomach, but instead it has the opposite effect.

I get to my feet and head toward the bathroom as my mouth starts to fill with saliva.

Perhaps this is simply my body’s way of purging itself of all the toxic emotions I’ve been dealing with over the past few months. I have been running on pure adrenaline and that will eventually take its toll on the nervous system.

Once I sit back down at my desk, I decide to send Dimitri a message just to check on the status of Giovanni.

Giovanni’s taken a sick day… Should I be worried?

Dimitri: The only thing you need to worry about is making sure you’re naked in the hot tub by the time I get home ;)

I bite my lip as I read his message two more times. The thought of climbing onto Dimitri’s lap and sinking myself down onto his thick cock has my cheeks heating.

Maybe we should take a second honeymoon …

Focusing on work when my mind keeps filling with such filthy thoughts is difficult. Add to the fact that I have to keep running to the bathroom to be sick means I’ve barely made a dent in my work by lunchtime.

Maybe I am getting sick after all.

Wait. Oh god.

My hands fly to my stomach as I try to do some quick math in my head. It’s been five weeks since the wedding, which means it’s been five weeks since Dimitri and I first slept together…

“Oh no, no, no ,” I groan, putting my head in my hands. “This can’t be happening.”

I open my period tracking app.

Shit. Almost 2 weeks late. That’s unheard of for me. My body runs like clockwork, so alarm bells should have gone off the moment it was a day late.

Of course, with everything going on with Giovanni, I barely had the time to consider who I was, let along what day it was or if I should be getting my period.

This is not good.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

“Zara? Is everything okay?” Karlie peers over the top of my cubicle.

I lift my head, and she’s frowning down at me.

“Uh, I’m taking my lunch break.” I quickly grab my bag.

Normally, we go to the coffee shop across the street together, but I need to run an errand, and I need to do it alone.

I practically sprint to the drugstore two blocks over from my office, my heart hammering in my chest as my new future starts to play out in my head.

I can’t be pregnant, I just can’t .

Dimitri and I are only playing pretend. Our relationship isn’t real, no matter how badly I’m starting to wish otherwise, and to bring a child into this situation complicates things even further.

I’m not even sure if Dimitri wants children. He’s great with Leo, but being an uncle and being a father are two completely different things.

I should have known better than to sleep with someone without protection. Did I learn nothing from Bianca and Alexei?

Keeping my head down, I dart into the shop and head straight for the aisle with the pregnancy tests. Deciding it’s better to be safe, I pick up two on the off chance one of them is faulty and head to the check out.

The cashier is an older woman who offers me a warm smile as she glances from the boxes on the counter to the huge diamond on my finger. I can tell she wants to say something, but I’m terrified that if I open my mouth, I’ll start hysterically sobbing, so I avoid her gaze by rooting around in my purse for my wallet.

My cheeks burn as I hand over my card and quickly throw the two pregnancy tests into my bag. I don’t want to risk taking them at home in case Dimitri is there, so I decide I’m better off going back to the office and hiding out in the toilets for the rest of my lunch break.

I’ve never had to pee on a stick before. Even during my early college days, I was always careful because I knew if I ever got myself knocked up, my dad would be so disappointed, and I couldn’t bear the thought of letting him down.

Though now I suppose my parents would be thrilled, considering the fact that I’m married to a successful man who can provide me with everything I want in life.

Too bad that it’s all for show .

My hands are slick with sweat, so it takes me a second to unwrap the tests and get myself situated.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

I wish Dimitri was here .

The thought only makes my chest ache.

There’s no way he’s going to be happy if it turns out to be positive. No matter how incredible the sex is, it’s just that. He wanted a wife on paper, nothing more.

Once I’ve finished, I quickly flush and lower the lid to perch on the edge.

I can’t think of a more depressing way to find out if I’m pregnant with my fake husband’s baby than hiding out in the office toilet, but this is what my life has come to.

I place the sticks on the floor while I wait for the two minutes to be up.

My eyes start to prick with tears as I consider what to do if it turns out to be positive.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, but I guess when you marry a guy for a deal rather than love, you’re not exactly signing up for the white-picket-fence package.

As much as I wish we could be a happy family like Alexei and Bianca, I have to start considering the fact that I might end up having to do this alone.

My phone dings, and I take one last deep breath before glancing down.

I stare at the two pink lines on both of the tests.

“Oh shit.”