Page 48 of Lethal Infatuation

"Then I'd catch you, tie you to my bed, and pound your tight pussy until you couldn’t even think straight." My breath hitched and I involuntarily squeezed my thighs together.

Nicolas laughed, placing a soft kiss on my cheek before whispering in my ear, "Does the idea of being chased and defiled by me turn you on, pretty girl?"

"You're insane, you're literally insane," I said breathlessly.

"You love it." He released me from his hold and stepped back. "Now, eat your food." I didn't know how he expected me to do anything after that stunt he pulled.

Now I sat in shock with soaked underwear and a racing heart.

NINETEEN

Islowly opened my eyes, groaning when the bright light shone directly above me. I blinked, trying to figure out where I was. I felt a sharp pain on the left hand side of my upper body.

There was a beeping sound coming from somewhere, I just couldn’t focus on it because I felt groggy and confused, trying to push the excruciating pain aside.

My vision was slightly blurry, but the more I blinked, the clearer the room became and I realised I was in a hospital bed. The cream coloured walls and dull curtains nearly sent me into a deep depression.

The room looked modern and sleek, but missed key elements and colours that brought some vibrancy and comfort. When I turned my head to the right, there were fresh flowers on the bedside table. Daffodils, to be exact. Judging by the colour and the type of floral arrangement, I knew Amala brought them.

The last thing I remembered was standing face to face with Antonio, falling to the ground and then Ares rushed to my side.

Thedoor slowly opened as Ares and Christos entered. When they saw me, they seemed visibly more relaxed than when they first entered. “Thank fuck,” my brother said. He rushed over to me and Ares followed suit. “How are you feeling, adelfós?”

I swallowed, making my throat hurt. “I’m okay.” I frowned. “What happened?”

This is when Ares finally spoke up. “You were shot.” My gaze flickered to his and I could see the extent of his concern. His eyes were sunken in, the dark circles underneath extremely prominent. “I’m so fucking glad you’re awake, man. I’ll go get the doctor.”

He practically ran out of the room before I could even respond. “How long have I been here?”

“A week,” my brother answered. “You’ve been in a coma.” I didn’t know what to make of this information. Ever since I started working as an agent, I’ve never been shot. So what the fuck went wrong this time around?

"Why does it feel like I haven't seen you in ages?" Ares asked, patting me on the back. The impact nearly made me choke on my drink and I glared at him.

"I'm here now, aren't I?" I scoffed. "What do you want from me? Want me to call you every day and treat you like my girlfriend?"

"Way to avoid the burning topic," he said matter of factly. "The only reason you're scarce is probably becauseyou do in fact have a girlfriend."

"Why does my scarcity have to involve a woman? Perhaps I prefer my solitude." I leaned back in the chair,making myself more comfortable.

"Nicolas," he deadpanned. "We know you prefer your solitude, but you'd still make an appearance every other week. Now you're just radio silent."

"Does this mean we're best friends? Seeing that you know me so well." I faked enthusiasm.

"Funny guy," Ares said with a straight face. "Then again, you've always been the clown in our friend group."

"No, I've always been honest. But people mistake that for a sense of humour because theyassumeI'm joking."

Ares chuckled, shaking his head. "You're still not answering my question."

"That's because I don't have an answer." One thing about the people I referred to as friends was the fact that all of them were persistent as fuck. When they wanted to know something, they'd pester you nonstop until you told them what they wanted to know.

"You're a damn good liar, but you know it would take more than that to convince me." He smirked at me.

"Is this why you said I should come over, to interrogate me? Over the phone you made it seem like you had an emergency. Jesus Christ."

I sipped on my whiskey, closing my eyes. Images of Gabriella flashed through my mind and I squeezed the glass in my hand.

"You're not denying it."

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