Page 57 of Lethal Infatuation

My pussy clenched around his fingers as he moved them in and out of me while breathing into my neck. He whispered dirty words against my skin, nibbling on it in between the provocative comments.

I grabbed a hold of his arms once more, my nails slicing through his skin. He hissed softly, biting down on the sensitive spot in my neck. "Do you want to know a secret, Gabriella?"

"Tell me," I moaned, giving into temptation and grinding on his hand.

"Every night before I fall asleep," he whispered, "I fuck my fist with you on my mind." I whimpered in response, leaning my head backward against his shoulder for support. "There's not a day that goes by where I don't think about you and not a single night where I don't envision this tight pussy squeezing my cock."

This was it, I was going to orgasm in a club full of people where my friend could return at any minute and see the sight unfold. "Oh my God." I grabbed his wrists, grinding on his fingers harder.

"There we go," he whispered. "This is what I want to see. I want to see you coming undone for me,mikrí petaloúda. Ineedit. I need to see you lose all of your inhibitions just for me."

"This is wrong," I gasped. My legs trembled and my breathingbecame heavier.

"Doesn't feel wrong to me. Seems like you enjoy knowing someone could catch you getting finger fucked in a club." I shook my head, closed my eyes, and furrowed my eyebrows.

"No, please no." Yes. All I wanted was to let go, but something held me back. Perhaps it was a sense of morality. Perhaps it was fear.

"Yes," he said sternly, using his free hand to choke me out. Nicolas spoke directly into my ear and that was my downfall. "You'll come on my fingers, won't you?" The sounds leaving my lips were unrecognisable. "Drench them, sweetheart."

I climaxed right then and there, the loud music drowning out my sounds of pleasure. "Just like that." He bit my earlobe. My body shook uncontrollably and he squeezed my pulse points with more pressure. "I wish it were my cock instead."

"Nicolas," I moaned his name softly. That's all I could say, all I could remember. My grip on him was relentless as wave after wave of ecstasy pulsed through me.

"Who do you belong to?" This man was going to ruin me, I could tell. No, scratch that. He already ruined me. "Let me hear that beautiful voice and tell me who you belong to, Gabriella."

"To you," I said breathlessly as he slowly withdrew his fingers. My orgasm seeped out of me and onto my lace thong, leaving me in an uncomfortable position. "I belong to you."

"That's right," he murmured, quickly manoeuvring me off his lap and pushing me backward until I was sprawled out on the leather couch. "Only mine. Remember that the next time another man gets close to you, because I promise you, I won't hesitate to kill him."

He hovered over me, moving his face closer to mine until his lips brushed my own. "The fact that you work for the Federal Bureau is concerning," I muttered.

"If you think that's concerning, you don't want to know the lengths I'd go to for you. I'd do anything you asked me to without thinking twice, even if it compromised me."

"You're lying." Nobody ever felt that strongly about me, certainly not a man, so it simply couldn't be true.

"I'm many things, but a liar is not one of them. I'll do anything for you."

"Why? Why do you feel that way, Nicolas? We haven’t even know each other that long."

"Time knows no bounds. You want to know why? I told you before that I'm obsessed with you, I can't stop thinking about you. You invade my dreams, but I know you're trying to keep me at arm’s length. Let me in, Gabriella."

My lips parted and I closed my eyes for a few seconds. I definitely felt something for this man, I just didn't know what the terminology was. It was more than attraction, more than just lust.

"It's difficult for me to let people in, but I'm trying. I'm trying for you."

"That's all I want to hear." Nicolas kissed me feverishly, completely taking my breath away. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. It was a mixture of tongue and peck kisses. "Jesus, you're intoxicating," he spoke against my skin, kissing my cheek.

"You're beyond that for me, you're like a drug. I can't think straight when you're around me and it scares the living hell out of me," I admitted, which meant one thing. I was making progress when it came to discussing my emotions.

"I suppose we'll have to fix that, then. What are you doing after this?" he asked me, moving his face closer to mine.

"I'm heading home, why do you ask?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"Can I come over?" he asked softly, the question almost sounded sweet. How could I possibly say no?

"Will it involve sex?"

He laughed, shaking his head. "Not everything involves sex, even though that is one of my favourite activities to do with you."

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