Page 31 of Sinful Claim


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Every few hours, I’ll forget about my predicament and slip back into a wistfully happy state of mind influenced by the beauty of the city. I’m able to lose myself out the window for a few minutes at a time until the dread hits me again and I remember why I was so terrified to begin with. The return of the feeling is even worse than the initial shock of it.

I still don’t even know if I am pregnant, and I need to find out before I’m put into any more compromising positions. Aleksander is adventurous, to say the least, inside and out of the bedroom. If we needed to make an escape out a window or something, I’d be far more hesitant to jump if I knew I was pregnant for sure.

But how am I going to find out?

I’m able to go out by myself and grab food occasionally, but Aleksander doesn’t like for me to leave for too long at a time. I could sneak out and take a test in a pharmacy bathroom to keep the evidence hidden, but I have a sneaking suspicion that Aleksander would be able to figure out that I was lying to him.

I don’t even want to think about what he would do to me if he found out that I lied to him. He might not see me as a prisoner anymore, but he’s still relying on me not to screw up this operation for him. I’m the one who has slowed him down ever since the police has been pursuing him, not to mention his greatest enemy, Grisha. I don’t want him to feel like I’m dead weight, but a baby would make the situation so much worse.

I hadn’t breached the topic of children with him at all, not even to see if he has any nieces or nephews. Being forced to take care of his siblings had to have had an impact on him. Would that have made him more adept at caring for children? Of course. Would that have potentially killed his desire to have any? Also a huge possibility.

He approaches me with a suit and two ties, which I assume he wants to wear out to dinner. “Which color do you prefer?” he says as he holds up the two options – dark green or grey.

The fact that he’s so oblivious to the war happening inside of me makes the casual nature of this encounter feel disrespectful. I can’t blame him for not knowing, of course, but something within me still wants to take it personally. Maybe that’s what pregnancy hormones do to someone. How the hell am I going to overcome this when I can’t even keep my own thoughts in check?

“Um, I really like the dark green. It reminds me of the trees we saw in the park,” I reply.

He nods, placing the other tie down on the dresser to his left. “Hey, can you actually help me get this right? I haven’t worn a tie on a date in a long time. Can’t have me embarrassing you.”

I blush hard. A date? Is he really calling this a date?

The flutter in my belly is punched back down once again by the impending doom of the conversation that needs to happen. I don’t even get to enjoy this moment in blissful ignorance. Couldn’t I have come to the conclusion of my potential pregnancy tomorrow morning?

“How to you figure I know how to tie a tie?” I ask, laughing a bit.

“I believe in you. You seem like the type who has been around a lot of men who overdress. If you don’t, that’s okay,” he replies.

I smile warmly at him, feeling that familiar little flash of excitement in my chest. “Okay, you caught me. It’s just funny that you felt like you could detect that about me. Here, let me see it.”

He walks up to me, towering over me as I reach up to tie it. My arms are resting slightly on his chest, and I can smell his cologne again just like I could the first time he carried me. I should have gotten used to it by now, but every breath reminds me of the brand-new sexual conflict that arose within me in that moment. Maybe I’d never get used to it. Maybe the smell of him will always give me butterflies.

I look up into his eyes for a moment, and the depth of his gaze reaches further into me than it ever has. There’s something happening behind those eyes, and it looks like he might be releasing some of the mistrust he’s placed with me. Maybe he reallywantsto have feelings for me. The idea that he could be fighting something within himself as well helps me feel just a little more connected to him.

“What are you looking at?” he asks quietly with curiosity.

“Oh, your eyes are just really beautiful. They’re the same color as my family dog’s eyes when I was a kid, like an icy blue. He was a husky.”

He laughs to himself. “Well, thank you. I never had my eyes compared to a dog’s before, so that’s a new one for me.”

My face flushes again, and I’m beginning to grow frustrated with how easily my overactive nervous system can give away my feelings. “Oh, I didn’t mean it like-“

He presses his finger to my lips. “It doesn’t bother me, I like it. I think it’s cute.”

My heart melts all over my ribcage as he holds my gaze for just another moment before leaning down and kissing me.

The kiss has just as much depth as the stare, even more than the first time he stuck his tongue down my throat. It’s sweeter, simpler, as he holds me tight to his chest.

“You’re really beautiful yourself, you know that? Absolutely stunning,” he whispers into my ear as he descends to my neck.

He begins to lightly bite my neck and collar bone, unzipping the back of my dress a bit to give him more space. Having the upper part of my dress falling off my shoulders feels glamorous and romantic in a way that I’d never been able to experience before. It’s such a simple image, but right now, I feel like the subject of a Baroque painting.

His hands move the zipper even lower down my back. As soon as he has enough space, he slides his hands inside of my dress, feeling along my body as it slowly slips off my frame. The hotel room is a bit cold, and my nipples are rock hard as soon as I’m completely uncovered.

Without a word, he kneels down to my hips and begins to lightly kiss around my panty line. My whole body turns a full degree warmer just at the suggestion of his touch, and in this moment I can’t believe I’ve been able to keep my hands off him at all.

I press my pussy into his lips as he begins to kiss me through my underwear. As soon as I feel his hot breath on my skin, my knees grow weak. I’m wearing nothing but heels and red lace panties now that my dress is around my ankles, and I’m unsure that I’ll be able to stay upright once he starts to explore under the fabric.

The heat of his tongue quickly finds my bare skin, and I shudder at his touch. He pauses for a moment, glancing up at me deviously as if he knows the position he’s put me in. “Does that feel okay?” he asks facetiously.

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