Page 32 of Lethal Infatuation

My dirty words earned me a loud moan from Gabriella as her pussy tightened around me. She gripped the sheets tightly until her knuckles turned white. I moved her head sideways so I could see her face.

I leaned over, going deeper while I bottomed out. "You'd love that, wouldn't you?" She nodded, but I wanted to hear her utter the words. I rubbed a palm over her ass before slapping it harshly.

"Oh my—shit," she whimpered, her cheeks tinting with a deep shade of red.

"Say it."

"Yes," she groaned as I slowed my movements, pulling out and then slamming back in. "I'd love that. I want you to come inside of me."

My train of thought was easily disrupted when I realised a car was about to swerve in front of me. I hit the brakes, jerking forward slightly. "Goddammit," I muttered to myself, waiting for the road to clear before driving again.

Those are the thoughts that swirled in my mind every waking minute of every day. I was damn lucky that I wasn't able to work because I would've been easily distracted, which was highly unlike me.

Cold showers weren't enough. I ended up fucking my fist with every occasion. Plagued with visions of her.

New York traffic was always a bitch, and the longer I remained in one spot, the more my irritation grew. I flicked my wrist to checkthe time and frowned when I realised I was late.

Eventually after what felt like forever, I pulled up in front of her house, switched my car off, and climbed out, walking straight to her doorway in a true gentlemanly fashion.

I rang the doorbell waiting for her to answer. I wasn't counting or anything, but exactly thirty seconds passed by before Gabriella opened the door.

With my hands in the pockets of my slacks, I stared at her in awe. A stunning black dress adorned her figure. It was simple, elegant, and classy. Despite the simplicity of it, she made the garment look fucking breathtaking.

"Hi," she said in that breathless tone, the sound drove me up the Goddamn wall.

"Hey." I kept my eyes focused on hers, not wanting to deter my plans for the evening. "Kehlani told me you're not a fan of flowers due to allergies, so I brought this instead."

I reached into the pocket of my suit, retrieving the cream coloured box. "Open it later."

She eyed me suspiciously and gracefully took it. Her eyes shimmered when I finished my sentence, a look of gratitude plastered on her face. "Thank you so much." She starred at the box. "What is it?"

"You'll see when you open it," I said. "Later," I couldn't help but reiterate.

She rolled her eyes at me and my hands itched to wrap it around her delicate throat, but I expelled the thought. "Are you ready to go, pretty girl?"

She blushed, but played it off by brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes, let me just grab my purse and lock up. Give me a few seconds."

"Did I tell you how beautiful you look?"

"Yes, but I wouldn't mind hearing it again." Gabriella was extremely playful. Her feistiness was prominent, but that humorous side shone through more fiercely the more time I spent with her.

I held her hand in mine, guiding her inside of the building. "You're beautiful, extremely beautiful."

"You're handsome," she said softly, squeezing my hand. "The most handsome man I've ever seen."

"Flattery will get you nowhere," I repeated the words she uttered to me at the wedding reception, making her chuckle. I remember every moment between us. There wasn't a single detail I'd forgotten.

"Are you sure?" she asked, as I placed my hand on the small of her back as we approached the front desk of the restaurant. "I think I could easily persuade you with my flattery."

My eyes flickered to her and I smiled, walking behind her and leaning forward so I could whisper into her ear. "You keep talking to me like that and I can't guarantee that I'll take things slow,mikrí petaloúda."

She turned her head slightly, the side of her face now in my view. "Do you really have that little self-control, Nico?" I inhaled sharply, then slowly exhaled.

"No," I answered. "However, you're starting something you won't be able to finish."

"According to whom?" She raised an eyebrow and glanced at me while we walked to our table. I pulled the chair out and waited for her to sit.

I bent down, placing my palms on her shoulders. "You're the one who wants to take things slow, remember?" I whispered in herear, making her shiver.

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