Page 16 of Lethal Infatuation

She nodded rapidly, her lips parting when I started pumping my fingers inside of her. Her soft whimpers almost sent me over the edge again. "Yes, I'll be good. I promise."

"Ever ready to please me. You're such a sweet, pretty girl. Just like this delicious fucking pussy." She tossed her head back and moaned. "Now let me in again and let me show you howgood girlsget treated."

SEVEN

"You've got nowhere to go. Antonio." I held my gun steady, aiming it at him. I'd been working on a drug trafficking case for the past three weeks. and despite the evidence we'd gathered on the man who stood before me, it still wasn't enough to arrest him.

We needed to catch him in the act or he needed to confess. The latter was definitely never going to happen. Criminals involved in organised crime would commit suicide before confessing their own wrongdoing or snitching on any of their accomplices.

"Give it up, Nicolas." he snarled. "You're never going to catch me. One of us is leaving this building in a body bag tonight and it won't be me." Ares stood a few feet away from me, gun in hand.

"Put your hands behind your head and get on the ground," Ares spat. We didn't remove our eyes from him, but everything happened so quickly. One second we pointed our guns atAntonio and the next I was on the floor.

I jolted awake, breathing heavily. The room was dark, aside from the moonlight slicing through the sheer curtains. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I blinked a few times, inhaling deeply before exhaling.

The nightmares were never ending since that night. The medication I'd received from my doctor, which was meant to aid with sleep, certainly hadn't been helping me. I turned my head sideways, prepared to see a sleeping beauty next to me, but was met with emptiness.

I frowned, running a hand through my black hair. She wouldn't have left, would she? I scanned the surrounding area and realised her clothes were gone and the scent of her perfume no longer lingered in the air, it was only faintly entrapped in the bedding.

Perhaps she was in the bathroom or maybe I was being fucking delusional. My body was drenched in sweat, the sheets clinging to my frame like a second skin. I released a heavy breath, angrily shoving the white sheets off me.

I grabbed my boxer briefs, cladding myself in the thin, black material, and opened the door of the bathroom. I glared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror when I realised that she had indeed left.

There wasn't a note on the dresser, no number given, she didn't even wake me up before leaving. If the only thing she wanted from me was sex, she was in for a huge fucking surprise because that wasn't going to happen on my watch.

Her mistake was letting me fuck her in the first place. Never in my life had I ever felt this unbridled rage. Something gnawed at my chest, a feeling of pure obsession. A feeling of frustration. I glanced at the grey clock hanging in the wall and listened to the slow ticking noise.

It was currently 4:00 a.m. What I should've done was get back into bed, close my eyes, and gotten some sleep so I could resolve the issue at hand first thing in the morning. However, I simply couldn't do that.

I got dressed and immediately made my way towards her room, but halted my movements when I realised housekeeping just entered the suite. I frowned, clenching my hands into fists.

Did she leave the hotel? That was the only explanation, though it didn't make sense. Why the hell would she leave so abruptly and in the middle of the night? I needed answers and I sure as fuck wasn't going to wait to find out.

The time difference between Cabo San Lucas and New York was two hours, which meant it was currently 6:00 a.m. over there. I retreated, heading back to my room. I slammed the door shut, looking around for my phone. I grabbed the device, dialled Ares' number, and patiently waited for him to answer.

He picked up after the third ring. "To what do I owe this surprise?" he mocked me. I refrained from cussing him out.

I scoffed. "Always so cheerful, aren't you?"

"They say friendships are like yin and yang. One dark, one light. You're always irritable and grumpy, so I need to be cheerful. For balance."

I stared at the wall of my hotel room, a look of boredom plastered on my face. I really wished he could've been here to witness my annoyance first hand. "I need a favour."

"I figured as much. What can I do for you?" he asked sarcastically.

"When you get to the office, I need you to get me information on someone." I heard him laugh on the other end of the line.

"This can't be good." I heard some shuffling in the background, some silence and then he finally responded. "Okay, I'll do it. Information on whom?"

"Gabriella Sevilla."

EIGHT

His rough hands were wrapped around my throat while he pounded into me. One leg over his shoulder and the other hooked across his bicep, spreading me wide open.

"You feel so fucking good," Nicolas groaned in my ear, the sounds of his pleasure only heightening my own. I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore. He pulled out and slammed back into me making me cry out. "Look at me."

"Nico," I breathed, moaning nonstop. "I can't—I'm trying, but I can't." Desperate. Needy. Submissive. That's what I sounded like right now. Willing to do anything to ensure this feeling lasted longer.

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