Page 77 of Lethal Infatuation

"Let me help you up," Nicolas sneered, grabbing Liam by the throat and yanking him up before turning to me. "Did he touch you?"

I knew I couldn’t lie to him. I nodded, watching his facial expression change. “Are you okay?” He asked.

"I'm okay."

"Good, stay right there. I'll be back in a few minutes." He dragged Liam along with him, placing his hand on the man's shoulder when he reached the front section of the restaurant. To anyone else, it would seem like they were really good friends, but I knew that wasn't the case.

I shifted in my seat, trying to eliminate the uncomfortable feeling that washed over me. It covered every inch of my body. Liam's hand left my skin minutes ago, but I could still feel his disgusting touch lingering on my thigh and wrist.

I clutched my chest, trying to regulate my breathing, and when I looked up, Nicolas was already gone. That eerie feeling crept up my back, slowly travelling up my spine and I looked around the space.

My paranoia was at an all-time high, so I grabbed my bag and exited the vicinity. The cold air nipped at my skin and I shivered, looking around for Nicolas.

My heels clicked against the concrete floor, my hair swinging back and forth as I walked. I was about to turn the corner when he walked directly into me, grabbing a hold of my hips.

"Didn't I tell you to stay put?" he asked roughly, walking me backward until I was trapped between him and the wall.

"I couldn't just sit there, please don't tell me you killed him." I held his shirt in my fists, tugging on the fabric.

"He'll survive," he said nonchalantly. "Let's go back inside."

"No," I said sternly. The fury burning behind his eyes was evident and it stirred something inside of me. "We're not going back inside. What does that even mean? Did you hurt him?"

"Why are you so concerned about a man who just groped you?" he asked, his eyes darkening.

"I'm not concerned, I just don't want you to get into any trouble."

"I won't get into trouble, Gabriella," he scoffed. "You want to know what I did? I set his car alight, kicked him in the fucking jaw, and called Ares to handle to rest. We were supposed to be here for a date, so I wasn't going to get my hands bloody."

"Jesus Christ." I shook my head. "Must you always resort to violence?"

"When it comes to you, I'll do anything to protect you. And if that means resorting to violent measures, I'll do that. I've been lenient. I didn't kill him, did I?"

"That's beside the point," I huffed. "You set his car on fire?" I whisper-yelled.

"I was tempted to burn it with him inside, because I told you I'd do it. I don't understand why you're fighting me on this. Hetouched you. He put his hands on what's mine."

"I'm not yours." A cold chill ran down my spine when our eyes connected.

He chuckled, but it was humourless, and gripped my jaw harshly, making me wince. "You should be lucky that I'm not bending you over the hood of my car and fucking you right here in this parking lot to show everyone that you are, in fact,mine."

My clit pounded against the lacy material of my underwear and I squirmed, squeezing my thighs together. Something inside of me urged me to push him further until he snapped like a twig. "Why don't you do it then?"

"Oh?" He chuckled darkly, his breath fanning my face. "Is that what you want?" He used his free hand to grab a fistful of curls, tugging on it with enough force to tilt my head back. "You want me to fuck you in public like my personal whore?"

His filthy words and the harsh tone of voice made my pussy pulsate, and I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs. My breathing became erratic, my chest aggressively rising and falling.

"I bet you're soaked right now, aren't you?" He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine. "I can tell by the look on your face, your heavy breathing, and the way you're squeezing your thighs together."

A whimper escaped my lips. "You really piss me off sometimes," I muttered.

"That may be the case, but I'm sure your cunt would beg to differ." He paused. "You need to learn and accept the fact that you belong to me. You're mine and only mine." He yanked me forward, pulling me towards the restaurant.

"Where are we going?" I tried to keep up with his pace, and when he didn't answer me, I called out his name. "Nicolas."

"Be quiet," he said gruffly, holding the door of the vicinity for me and urging me to enter first. "Do I need to carry you inside?"he asked when I refused to move.

"No," I answered quickly. "I can walk just fine."

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