Page 42 of Lethal Infatuation

"Continue this behaviour and you'll find out," he warned. "Let's go." He tugged me along with him and I released a heavy breath.

When we reached his car, I was in the midst of opening my door and I could feel Nicolas' eyes on me. Glaring at me. I slid into the passenger's seat, a deep frown plastered on my face.

Normally, he'd open the door for me, but at this moment, he was clearly too pissed off to be chivalrous. I crossed my arms, waiting for him to get into the driver's seat. "What?" I turned to look at him when I noticed him narrowing his eyes at me.

"Seatbelt," he demanded, placing one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gear. When I didn't move and only glanced at him, he slowly turned his head in my direction. "Gabriella."

There was a tinge of sternness in his tone, the gruff sound making every inch of my body tingle. I shifted uncomfortably, but still didn't follow his instruction.

"I don't see the need for a seatbelt, the drive is literally fifteen minutes long. I'll be fine." He narrowed his eyes at me and I gulped softly.

"I don't like repeating myself," Nicolas warned.

"And I don't like being told what to do." His movements were swift and precise. He reached over and grabbed a hold of the seatbelt, keeping his hand on it while he inched closer to me.

Due to the sudden movement, I gasped and stared at him with slightly parted lips. He was so close, I could almost hear his heart beating and feel his body heat radiate onto me.

His eyebrows were furrowed, his gaze flickering between my lips and eyes. He pulled the seatbelt, ever so slowly, his hand brushing against my breasts before he clicked it into place.

"I'll deal with you later," he said calmly. My breathing became erratic, my heart hammered against my rib cage, and the sound of his threat sent waves of heat directly to my core.

"Why?" I asked sassily, his face still inches away from mine at this point. "I didn't do anything."

"You know exactly why." He tugged on the seatbelt, the strap pushing my breasts apart which made me gasp again. "You've got quite the mouth on you, not to mention the fact that you're constantly going against everything I say."

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you prefer your women timid and docile?" I placed my hand on his, trying to push it away from the belt, but it was futile.

"Seriously?"

"You're not answering my question," I sassed.

"Probably because it's a stupid fucking question, Gabriella." The thing that upset me the most was how calm he sounded during this conversation.

"Is it, though?" The proximity between us had me going feral and I wanted nothing more than to kiss him, but he was too occupied with pissing me off.

"I'm not doing this with you right now." I rolled my eyes at him, watching him retreat and sit comfortably in his seat.

"Roll your eyes at me again."

"What?" There wasn't an opportunity for me to react, because next thing I knew, Nicolas wrapped his hand around my throat and pulled me towards him.

I yelped, placing both palms on his thighs. He squeezed my neck, the firm grip not powerful enough to cut off my air supply, but it definitely had me gasping for completely different reasons.

"Roll your eyes at me again and I swear to God, I'll have you struggling to breathe while you're choking on my cock." My lips parted slightly and I looked at him with droopy eyes, his threat making my clit throb. "You drive me fucking crazy."

His admission stirred something inside me, twisting my heart strings and then ripping them to shreds. "The feeling is mutual," I whispered.

"Mikrí petaloúda." That nickname was going to make me fall in love with him. "You're teasing me and if you keep doing that, I'll lose control."

"What if that's what I want?"

He pulled me closer, brushing his lips against mine. I was desperate for more, craving more, needing so much fucking more. "You said we should take things slow," he reminded me.

"I changed my mind."

"You say that now, but I don't want you to feel regretful in the morning." It didn't make sense to me. His filthy nature made it seem like the only thing he cared about was sex, but the words he just uttered made it clear that it wasn't the case.

"When it comes to you, regret is the last thing I'd feel." I tried to kiss him, but he pulled away slightly. "Please, I need you so bad."

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