Page 52 of Lethal Infatuation

He pressed his pelvis against my stomach and I could feel his erection poking me. My hands were still firmly placed on his chest and I gripped the material of his black shirt.

"Here's what you're going to do,mikrí petaloúda," he whispered. "You're going to take off my belt, wrap it around that pretty little neck, and kneel for me." When I didn't move, he gripped my jaw tightly. "Now."

TWENTY ONE

My limbs suddenly went numb. There were moments where I'd completely dissociate and it's like my body wouldn't cooperate with my brain. It felt like I was watching my life play out in front of me, but I couldn't do anything.

Every feeling had been heightened and I stared into Nicolas' grey eyes, overcome by paralysis. Every breath I took, every blink, every second that ticked by, was in slow motion.

"If I have to repeat myself, the consequences won't be pretty, Gabriella."

"Nicolas, you can't be serious."

"Does it look like I'm joking?" The answer to that question was an obvious no. The look on his face told me everything I needed to know about the seriousness of the situation.

"We can't do this right now, not here."

"Oh, I think this is the perfect placefor our unholy acts." He grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged my head back, exposing my neck to him. I whimpered softly, closing my eyes when his lips connected with the sensitive skin. He sank his teeth into the flesh and my eyes nearly rolled back.

"Wouldn't you agree?"I wouldn't, is what I wanted to say, but my words failed me. "Where people could walk in at any minute, hearing you choking on my dick when they're passing by?"

"I believe I told you I'm not into voyeurism," I managed to say as blood rushed to my face, giving me hot flashes.

"I can be very persuasive," he said in that deep, sexy voice. "Now do what I told you to." With shaky hands, I undid his belt, never once breaking eye contact with him.

He removed his hands from the wall and held it behind his back, watching me with intent. I gulped, the only sound in the room was the clinking of his belt buckle. I pulled it through the loops and then slowly wrapped the leather belt around my neck.

Nicolas tied it tightly, but not tight enough to restrict my airflow. I gasped when the cool buckle touched my warm skin. The contrast between hot and cold made it difficult for me to concentrate.

I pulled down the zipper of his slacks and then slowly pushed the pants down his muscular thighs. His dick strained against his boxers and my eyes darted towards the door.

There was frosted glass, so nobody could see in, but Melissa or maintenance could arrive soon, and the last thing I wanted was to be caught on my knees.

As I lowered myself, I pulled his black boxers down and freed his erection. Heart palpitations and stolen breaths—that's what I experienced right now. My knees hit the cold tiles and I regretted wearing this skirt.

I peered up at him, eyeing him as he unbuttoned his shirt andopened it slightly to reveal his toned abdomen. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."

It felt like my heart was in my damn throat. "Are you only saying that because I'm about to—" I couldn't finish my sentence because Nicolas grabbed my face roughly.

"Don't finish that sentence," he warned. "I'm saying it because I mean it, but you're always ready to test my patience, aren't you?" God, this man knew just how to get my blood pressure up. "Suck."

I inhaled deeply and softly exhaled. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick and then covered the tip with my lips, holding it there for a few seconds before releasing it with a pop.

Nicolas groaned, looking down at me with furrowed eyebrows. "How does that feel?" I asked. He released my face and dropped his hands next to his sides.

"If I'm being entirely honest, the slightest physical touch from you could set me off, so that feels fucking good," he murmured huskily.

I repeated the motion, drool dripping down my chin as I focused on the head. I moaned around him, licking and sucking like my life depended on it. "Stop teasing me,mikrí petaloúda."

"Do you want more?"

"You know I do," he groaned, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

I squeezed my thighs together as I took him into my mouth, stopping just before his dick reached my throat. I could feel the wetness in my lace panties and I whimpered as I moved my head up and down his shaft.

He moaned softly, holding my hair in a makeshift ponytail. "Take me deeper, I want you to feel me in the back of your throat."

He tugged the belt and pulled my head forward, pushing himself all the way into my throat. His words added fuel to the fire andI placed my hands on the sides of his thighs. I took him as deep as I possibly could, feeling him stretch my oesophagus.

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