Page 37 of Lethal Infatuation

I've never felt this way before, neverfelt the need to claim a woman so badly. To make it known that she belonged to me and only me. It’s as if a strong force possessed me and I opened my eyes, peering at the entrance once more.

That's when I saw her exiting. Clad in a burgundy body con dress that hugged every inch of her skin, displaying each dip and curve. I balled my hands into fists, narrowing my eyes at the outfit of choice.

The beige stilettos she wore elongated her legs as I watched her walk with confidence. As much as I loved and admired her style, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger when I thought of other men gawking at her.

Their sick heads probably filled with illicit thoughts of my little butterfly. Only I could look at her in that manner. Only I could kiss her, touch her, taste her. I didn't even want any of those fucks breathing in her direction.

With a deep inhale, I closed my eyes to reroute my train of thoughts and then slowly exhaled. When I looked in her direction again, there was a man standing extremely close to her.

She looked at him and laughed at something he said. His back faced me so I couldn't get a clear view of his face, but I took it upon myself to ensure I ingrained his face into my memory and to make it known that Gabriella was mine.

I exited my vehicle and slammed my door shut, feeling the tension in my shoulders. I rolled them backward and moved my head from side to side before slowly walking in Gabriella's direction.

"You should join us for dinner tonight," is what the unknown man said. I'd give him credit for having the shear audacity and the balls to even mention dinner in the first place, but he should've known better.

Gabriella was in the midst of responding when she saw me approaching and quickly averted her gaze back to him. "I wouldlove to, but unfortunately I've got other plans."

That sweet tone of voice always sent shivers down my spine, but the moment was short lived when I heard him talking again. "It's only for an hour." The look on her face was one that made my heart clench.

It's like she pleaded with me not to insert myself into the conversation, and I wouldn't have, but the little fuck that stood in front of her, wearing a suit that was clearly ill tailored to his body type, just had to be a persistent bastard.

"I'm almost certain she said that she's already got plans." I came to a stop next to her and placed both hands in my pockets, glaring at him. The man was taken aback by my sudden appearance and cleared his throat.

"Right…apologies," he said arrogantly, maintaining eye contact with me before looking at Gabriella again. "I'll see you later," he said before turning around and walking in the opposite direction.

"Like fuck you will," I muttered and looked down at Gabriella, but she was already glaring at me. "Don't give me that look," I said sternly.

"Don't give you what look?" She crossed her arms, folding it over her chest which pushed her tits up. Now wasn't the time to become distracted by the goddess. "Am I looking at you like you're insane? Because that's what you are." She furrowed her eyebrows. "What are you doing here? How did you even find—"

She paused, not giving me the opportunity to answer before speaking again. "You know what, don't answer that. But you're going to tell me what you're doing at my damn workplace, Nicolas."

"I missed you." It was partially true, I did miss her, but my main purpose was to keep an eye on her.

"You missed me?" I nodded. "You couldn't, I don't know, perhaps call me and express those feelings like a normal human being?"She was pissed and rightfully so, but I needed her to understand that the second she agreed to our night together, she agreed to being mine.

Even if that information was unbeknownst to her.

"No. I'm a man of few words. My actions tend to speak for itself."

She released a soft breath, shaking her head from side to side. "You didn't have to speak to him like that, you know."

"Oh," I said lowly, stepping closer to her. "Maybe you need a reminder of what I said to you when I took you out on our date."

She tried stepping back, but I grabbed her wrist gently and pulled her toward me. "Can we please not do this here?" she asked with a shaken tone.

"What isthis?" I prodded.

"You know what." She looked away from me, but I placed my thumb and index finger on her chin, forcing her to look at me. "I don't need a reminder, I remember it clear as day."

"Then repeat it," I urged.

She looked at me with those siren like eyes and I could feel my resolve crumbling. "I'm yours," she said softly, licking her lower lip and in turn showcased her dimples. "You told me I'm yours."

"Ah, you so you actually do remember." The response was sarcastic. I bent down, my lips hovering over hers.

"We're in public," she warned.

"I'm well aware." I caressed the inside of her wrist with my thumb, inhaling her addictive perfume. "Now, I'll say this to you one more time. You are mine, Gabriella. All mine. And just because I haven't fucked you again, doesn't mean that I'll take it lightly if other men try to take what's mine."

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