Chapter 29 Zahra
ZAHRA
“Well, my love, I guess it’ll just be the two of us in here.”
I try not to sound too disappointed as I let Cody out of my backpack.
He immediately hides under the bed, leaving me to wallow alone.
Not that I have any right to wallow. Except for the fact that when Declan led me to my bedroom—my bedroom, not ours—I felt my stomach pinch.
Which is utterly ridiculous. I’m the one who asked Declan for one night of pretending.
I’m the one who was too cowardly to face him after our wedding.
I even used packing as an excuse for why I wasn’t talking to him as much anymore.
Of course, he was going to go back to us being just friends.
And friends don’t sleep in the same bed.
Declan’s cabin house, which I suppose is also now my house, is the perfect mix of cozy and modern—everything a girl could ever dream of.
My bedroom is just as perfect, with a massive bed that allows me to sleep like a starfish with ease, covered in silk sheets.
There’s a walk-in closet that’s the same size as my room, a massive desk that would store all my computers and equipment.
In front of the bed is a stunning antique full-length mirror that looks similar to the one in Declan’s dressing room on our wedding day.
My cheeks heat as I think of the last time Declan and I were together.
How he had spread my legs and made me watch him finger me until I came over and over again.
I can’t stop thinking about how good he made me feel, how hot it was for him to be so dedicated to my pleasure.
Up until Declan, the only time a man was able to make me orgasm was when they used one of my toys on me.
If they agreed to it. I’d never understand why, but evidently, lots of men found using sex toys in the bedroom as an affront to their ability.
I’m willing to bet Declan isn’t one of them.
My eyes move back to the mirror, and for a second, I swear I see the image of Declan and me tangled together in the glass…
. God, this was going to be a long year living together.
If his uncle doesn’t kill us first. Declan’s lawyers filed our marriage license immediately, but apparently, neither of our mafias had ties with the office processing our documents.
By the end of the week, our license should be officially filed, immediately cutting Declan’s uncle off from any power he has.
Thus far, his uncle has left us alone, sans a glaring look here and there at our ceremony.
He probably figured we did this to strengthen our alliance, or, knowing him, that I had seduced Declan into getting married.
Little does he know what’s coming for him…
I groan as I look at all my suitcases, unzipping the first one in front of me.
I may as well get started unpacking. My laptops and devices are the first thing I take out.
I have too much anxiety about packing them into a box, so I opted for bubble wrap in a carry-on instead.
I chicken out on asking Declan for the WiFi password, not wanting to come off as too needy.
Plus, what good is being a hacker if I can’t crack someone’s password with ease?
I manage to connect to the internet in a matter of minutes and also make a mental note to talk to Declan about improving his security system.
I shift to unpacking my clothes when I catch my laptop flashing from the corner of my eye.
Shit. When I connected to the WiFi, one of my malware software automatically installed onto his servers, allowing me to dig through the entire security system of the cabin house.
Thankfully, I’ve coded this software so that it’s extremely hard to detect and likely won’t trigger any alerts.
I’m unsure if Declan would believe that I’d accidentally managed to hack into his system, and I don't want him to think that the trust that’s slowly been building between us these past few weeks is nothing but a farce.
Quickly, I close out the various tabs that have popped up on my screen, trying my best not to be tempted by all the things that would normally catch my eye.
I'm almost in the clear when I notice the final screen includes a series of various security cameras.
One of which appears to be pointed right at me.
“What the fuck…” I whisper-yell in rage.
Lifting the laptop in my hand, I move across the room slowly, trying to decipher what angle is showing up on the camera.
Step by step, my eyes flicker from the screen to my surroundings, moving ever so slightly until I freeze.
A very zoomed-in image of my face pops up on my laptop screen, and I lean into the mirror.
It takes me a few seconds to scan the wooden frame until I see it.
Embedded within one of the grooves is a small camera, barely detectable to the eye.
From the way the mirror is angled, it misses the majority of the bed, allowing me and whatever guests who stayed here in the past a modicum of privacy.
Well, as much privacy as one can get when there’s a camera in their room.
Typing away ferociously on my laptop, I search for a way to turn the camera off.
The code doesn’t seem unbreakable…but it does seem a bit more complex and will likely require a few hours for me to crack.
I contemplate taking the old school way out—breaking the camera and bringing it to Declan so I can chew him out for spying on me.
I tap aggressively through the recording history, noticing this camera was rarely used.
In fact, the only reason it’s turned on in this moment is because Declan’s security did a system-wide reboot a week ago, which likely triggered all dormant cameras to be reactivated.
Fine. Maybe I wouldn’t pound Declan’s face in for something he was likely unaware of.
For now. I’d give him a chance to rectify the mistake.
Not having the mental energy to hack into the camera, I decided to easily edit the configurations instead and have it play hours of B-roll footage, leaving no one the wiser.
I should have just left it there, but now that I knew a camera was hidden in my room, I needed to know what other rooms were bugged and what corners of the cabin house were safe for me to speak and move freely.
One of the first things my father taught me was to always assume you are being watched.
Especially in spaces where you think you’re safe—those are often the ones that are most lethal to let your guard down.
Flipping through the different live security streams, I make note of all the cameras in the kitchen, living and dining rooms, garage, and perimeter of the cabin.
All cameras are in standard form, and mercifully, none are in the bathrooms. Some paranoid bosses opted to leave no room uncovered, but even I was against watching people do their business.
I’m nearly finished when my body freezes, throat tightening, at the final security footage of Declan’s office.
He’s sitting at his desk, eyes closed, head leaning back against the chair as he bites down hard on his bottom lip.
The image in itself is enough to send a rush of heat down my body, but it’s the sight of Declan’s hand wrapped around his massive cock that has my legs start to feel like Jell-O.
His very massive and very pierced cock. Wetness starts to pool between my thighs as I imagine how good he would feel inside me.
How much he would stretch me. How the piercing at the tip of his cock would feel pressed against my G-spot.
Declan lets out a low moan, as if he can read my thoughts.
As if he’s aware that I’m watching. Except he’s not.
He’s currently enjoying a very private moment. Watching him makes me a hypocrite, given that I’m annoyed that there’s a camera in my room.
I’m about to close the video when Declan lets out a feral groan and pants, “That’s right, Zahra, slide that sweet tongue of yours over my cock. Show your husband how hungry you are for him.”
A soft gasp leaves my lips. He’s thinking of me. Imagining me taking him into my mouth—
“Fuck, baby. That’s right, lick up all the precum that’s leaking from my tip.
So good. You're my sweet little wife, aren’t you?
” He hums in approval, dragging his thumb over his very swollen head over and over again.
I make a mental note of how exactly he likes to be played with as I feel my nipples tighten.
Declan continues to pump and squeeze his cock over and over again, letting out a mix of curses, groans, and pants of my name.
Any rational part of my brain is long gone, and in its place is the strong need that consumed me on our wedding night.
I leave my laptop on the center of the bed and prop myself up against the headboard, pulling my travel vibrator out of the suitcase.
“I bet you’re soaking wet right now, aren’t you? Your pussy is waiting to be filled by me, isn’t it, Zahra?”
Though he can’t see me, I nod vehemently, turning the vibrator on and placing it on my clit, moaning at the content.
“Ah, ah, ah. Did I give you permission to touch yourself yet? You haven’t earned that right yet, love.
” He clicks his tongue and I begrudgingly move the vibe off me.
For a moment, I swear he must know I’m watching.
Except I have no doubt in my mind that if he knew I was just a few rooms away, equally as turned on as he is, he’d immediately barge in and make a whimpering mess of me.
A chill runs down my body as I realize how well he knows my body.
How even though he’s fantasizing about me giving him a blow job, he knows in real life I’d be so turned on I’d be touching myself.
“Don’t pout, Zahra. You know I’ll always give you what you want.
Now spread those legs of yours and use two of your fingers to play with your pussy the way I did the night of our wedding.
” He lets out a wicked laugh, followed by a groan as he continues to work his cock in his hands.
From the pace of his breathing, I can tell he’s getting closer and closer to coming and that thought has me bucking my hips for more.
I adjust my vibe to the perfect setting and place it on my clit while using my other hand to slide two fingers inside me.
To my utter shock, my legs are already starting to shake as my orgasm builds.
I don’t think I’ve ever been able to come this fast but I wanted nothing more than to fall over the edge with Declan.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl. Fucking herself while she lets her husband fuck her mouth.
You're mine, Zahra. All. Fucking. Mine,” he growls, giving himself one final squeeze before rope after rope of come shoots out of his cock.
“Swallow it all, love. I know you can handle it.” Declan moans, and the noise sends me into my own orgasm, and a wave of pleasure hits me over and over again.
I bite down on the closest pillow in a feeble attempt to dampen the loud screams of pleasure coming from me. We both lay still, panting in complete ecstasy for a few minutes, until, much to my disappointment, he tucks his cock back into his pants and leaves his office.
Slamming my laptop shut, I know two things for certain.
The first was that Declan still wants me.
The second is that, as much as he may want me, I can’t let myself give in to him.
Mixing love with the harsh reality of running a mafia would be a foolish decision.
Falling for Declan is an unnecessary additional complication—no matter how much of a challenge it may be to deny him.
I needed to keep my wits about me, especially now that I’m in his orbit, constantly being tempted by the pull between us.