Page 88 of Lethal Infatuation

"Now I know you'll stay put." Gabriella laughed mischievously. She was standing in front of me again, touching herself, letting her hands roam all over her body.

"Gabriella," I warned. "Get me out of this shit right now." She shook her head and pouted, slowly removing her underwear.

"No, baby, you said you'd be good for me, so just relax." She straddled me, ensuring that her bare pussy didn't touch my cock. She was teasing me, taunting me, and I was extremely close to losing my Goddamn mind.

"Was this your plan all along?" I tugged on the restraints again, feeling it loosen slightly, but it wasn't enough to set me free. "You plan to tease me?"

She began kissing my neck, my jawline, nipping at the skin while hovering over my aching cock. I was painfully hard at this point, wanting nothing more than to slam my cock inside of her and fuck her senseless.

"I'm not teasing you," she spoke against my skin, making me toss my head back. "I'm just indulging in some foreplay." She slid her wet folds onto my tip, moving back and forth.

Each time I tried thrusting upward, she'd lift her hips as well. "You're playing with fire," I gritted out, my blood sizzling beneath my skin. Frustration mixed with anger and arousal. It definitely wasn't the best combination.

"I've never been afraid of getting burned." I laughed humourlessly, trying to calm the fire raging within me. This woman was in a league of her own.

"You honestly have no idea what you're getting yourself into, sweetheart." My voice was hoarse. I tried to remain focused while she peppered kisses on the sensitive spots of my neck and continued to grind on me.

"It's a risk I'm willing to take,sweetheart," she mocked me as I breathed heavily, biting my lower lip to contain my groans.

"You sure about that?" What she didn't know about me was that I've been trained to escape situations just like this. Not the sexual part of this encounter, but the restraints. "It's all fun and games now, but tomorrow, I'll have the last laugh when you're unable to walk properly."

Whilst Gabriella was too distracted, whispering sweet nothings into my ear and torturing me, my arms were almost completely out of what I'm assuming was one of my ties.

I'd give her points for her knot tying skills, but I'm afraid it could've been better.Tighter. More secure. However, I planned to demonstrate how to securely restrain someone in a few seconds.

She slowly lowered herself onto me and I tossed my head back. For just a moment, I lost my train of thought. She lifted her hips up and her warm, wet heat no longer surrounded my cock.

I groaned, clenching my jaw. "Nicolas," she moaned softly, repeating the motion. This time she lowered herself all the way until her ass touched the top of my thighs before raising her hips again.

My dick was soaked and my frustration had reached its boilingpoint.

"Can I tell you something?" I moved my face sideways, breathing into her ear. She shivered against me, digging her nails into my shoulders until the pain became a dull ache.

"Yes," she responded breathlessly, her beautiful eyes fluttering closed.

"The next time you pull a stunt like this," I paused, biting her earlobe, "please make sure you know how to restrain me securely." Her eyes shot open and she looked at me with a frown.

Within seconds, I hoisted her up. She yelped and gasped, letting out a soft whimper when I tossed her onto the bed. "Shit, Nicolas," she said softly, propping herself up on her elbows as she tried to move backward.

I gripped her ankles, pulling her towards me. "Where do you think you're going?" I mocked, watching her squirm. "Let me teach you how to make use of restraints, yeah?"

I had the material in my hand and easily pinned her wrists to the bed. Then I wrapped the tie around them, binding her hands together. Her weak attempts at trying to fight me was definitely admirable, but it was useless.

She groaned, clearly frustrated. "You can whine all you want, but I'm going to edge you all fucking night until you manage to break free." I tied the material to the headboard. "Bad newsthough, you won't be able to break free."

"No, no," she whimpered. "I'm sorry, please."

"Apologies are futile now, my love. You're always starting things you're incapable of finishing." She frowned, her chest heaving. "Get comfortable, because it's going to be a long night."

THIRTY FOUR

Icouldn't keep it to myself any longer, but I didn't know how to break the ice. The ice that seemed so impossible to crack. What could I possibly say to make the conversation and situation less stressful?

"You haven't touched your food," Nicolas said, staring at me intently while setting his whiskey glass onto the counter. "What's the matter?" The sound of his glass clinking against the granite surface made me shiver.

The thought of eating nauseated me. My stomach churned as I poked my vegetables. I shook my head to indicate nothing was wrong. I was stalling, dragging out the inevitable.

I should've known better than to lie to him, though. He always knew when I wasn't being truthful. "Gabriella," he said sternly, resting his forearms on the countertop. "You haven't spoken much, you're not eating.What's wrong?" The last twowords were spoken in the calmest manner, but the underlying danger was evident.

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