Page 11 of Lethal Infatuation

My dick was painfully hard and fucking aching, but I tried my best to ignore it. I hadn't even touched her properly yet or seen her thoroughly in the little bikini she wore, but the sight in front of me was enough to set my skin ablaze.

A group of teenagers burst through the double doors that led to this area and I quickly released her wrists, taking two steps back. They weren't paying attention to us, but my body buzzed with an unknown feeling.

"Why don't we continue this somewhere more private?" I offered. She pushed off the wall and swam towards the steps on theshallow end. She gripped the railing with one hand and easily ascended out of the water.

I followed behind her, waiting to hear her answer, but was distracted by the sight of her half naked body.For fuck’s sake. I glanced down, looking at my red shorts. The bulge was visible as the wet material clung to my body.

With teenagers on one side and Gabriella on the other, I felt like a deer caught in headlights. I subtly pulled the shorts away from my skin in an attempt to conceal the problem at hand.

Gabriella walked towards the row of beach chairs where her belongings were sprawled out on one of them, her hips swaying from side to side as she walked.

I knew from the first time I ever saw her that her body was absolutely fucking perfect. I stopped a few feet away from her, allowing my eyes to roam all over her body while she had her back turned to me.

"Is that an invitation?" she asked, grabbing her towel and drying herself off.

"Do you want it to be?" She stopped her movements. "Unless, of course, you're keen on voyeurism?" She wrapped the towel around her body, my eyes tracking her every move.

"That's not really my forte," she said seductively as I stepped closer to her. The sounds of people jumping into the pool behind us seemed so distant.

"What is your forte, then?" I grabbed a hold of her towel, slowly dragging it off her body. She gasped softly and eyed me. "Care to share it with me?"

"Stop flirting with me," she murmured, placing her hands behind her back which automatically pushed her breasts forward. "And give my towel back."

"Why should I stop? Is it getting you hot and bothered?" Shelicked her lips. The movement, slow and sensual, only added to my arousal. "If you want it back so bad, take it from me."

When she stepped closer with determination glinting in her eyes, I grabbed her by the throat. She gasped again, grabbing a hold of my wrist. She peered at me with those siren like eyes. "Kinky," she said sarcastically.

"You have no idea," I said. "Come with me to my room."

"Why?"

"So I canfuckyou, why else?" I emphasised my point by enunciating the word. She gulped and I felt her throat bob. She nodded and I smirked at her agreement.

"Show me," she said softly. "Show me to your room."

FIVE

With my hand in his, Nicolas led us straight to his room. No words were exchanged, only subtle glances. My heart thrummed against my ribcage. I released a soft breath and, before I could comprehend what was happening, we stopped in front of his room’s door.

He turned in my direction, squeezing my hand gently. "You're sure about this?" His eyes bored into my soul at this point, those greys irises looking directly into the deepest, darkest parts of me. Unravelling me slowly, as though I were a piece of cotton thread.

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't sure." He used his free hand to caress my cheek and I leaned into his touch, my eyes fluttering. Warmth coated my skin, contrasted by his cold demeanour.

"I didn't ask you for the attitude, I believe I asked you a simple yes or no question."

"You didn't ask for attitude, but it'salways on the house." He shook his head, biting his lower lip. Nicolas exhaled loudly while leaning in, darkness lingering in his lustful gaze. He scrutinised me, looking at me like I tormented him in some way.

"Gabriella," he said sternly, moving his palm to the nape of my neck. "I asked if you're sure because once we're behind closed doors, I'm going toravishyou. And that's me being polite about it."

His touch was too warm against my skin, igniting me from the inside out. We were so close that if I wanted to kiss him right now, I could do it. "And if you were to be impolite, what would you say?" I whispered. I didn't want sweetness, I wanted darkness. I wanted roughness.

His grip around my nape and hand tightened, his eyes darkening again.

"Once we're inside that room," his eyes flickered toward the door for a split second and then back to me, "I plan toruinyou for everyone else."

I gasped as he continued. "I'm going to fuck you for hours, on every surface, in various positions." He tilted his head to the side, moving his face a little closer. "After tonight, I want you to remember what we did here. Even if you try forget, it would simply be impossible to do so."

"I won't forget you," I admitted, because that was the truth. He didn't strike me as the type of guy that was easy to forget. If anything, he'd probably plague my every thought.

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