Page 53 of Lethal Infatuation

Tears streamed down my cheeks and I gagged around him. "That's it. Fuck yes, my pretty girl," he groaned as he pistoned his hips forward. My head hit the wall and now I was trapped, forced to take everything Nicolas gave me.

He held my head in place, pummelling in and out of my mouth. "Tap my thigh if you can't handle it anymore, sweetheart." I nodded, whimpering around his dick.

"You look so pretty when you're on your knees for me gettingface fucked," he grunted, and all I could respond with was a pathetic moan. "Are you going to be good for me and take my come down your throat?"

I dug my nails into his thighs, nodding again. "Look at you now," he murmured, tugging on the belt again. "Can't say much when you're fucking gagging, can you?"

His movements were precise, rough, and I loved every single second of it. My chest burned as I struggled to inhale. I'm pretty sure my drool and tears were dripping onto the cream coloured tiles.

"Gabriella," he moaned. I never realised how much I loved hearing a man vocally expressing his pleasure until this very moment. He held onto the leather accessory, pulling it roughly just as my eyes drooped.

"Next time, I'll be sure to get you a collar," he groaned, fucking my mouth faster and harder. "I'm going to come," he grunted. With water filled eyes, I nodded.

I wanted to plead for it. Tell him there was nothing more that I wanted than for him to release every drop of his come into my mouth—down my throat.

It's like Nicolas could read my mind and did just that, wrapping my hair around his fist and holding my head in place as he pumpedhis orgasm down my throat.

Slowly, he removed his dick from mouth. "Swallow," he commanded. I obliged, allowing the come to trickle down my throat. "My sweet girl." It was only when he helped me up that I felt the pain in my knees.

"Next time I text you, are you going to respond to my messages or do you prefer my earlier reaction?" Both Gabriella and I had freshened up. We fixed our appearance because despite my taunts, the last thing I wanted was for anyone to know what just happened here.

We sat on the plush couch in the waiting area of her office. Her knees were still red so I placed my palms on them, softly caressing the skin. "If you think I'm going to complain about it or that my answer will be that I don't prefer your reaction—you're mistaken."

She looked down at where my hands were placed for a few seconds before meeting my gaze. I chuckled at her response. "You're too sassy."

"I don't see how that's a bad thing." She laughed softly and of course I admired her dimples. They just added to her youthful features and made her look absolutely adorable.

"Okay, so let me ask you this." I paused. "Do you enjoy being handled in that manner?"

Her eyes darted toward the door and she pursed her lips. "I don't think I should answer that question."

"Why not?"

"You might just take advantage of my answer."

I narrowed my eyes at her. "That's insulting."

"What is?"

"The fact that you think I'd ever take advantage of you." She gave me a regretful look as I continued. "I hope that you'd tell me if you ever felt uncomfortable and that I respect you."

"I didn't mean it like that." She fiddled with the hem of her skirt. "I meant you'd use it against me, but in a way that would leave me breathless. In a way that I'd enjoy."

"Then I'm assuming the answer to your question is yes?" She nodded, trying to avoid my gaze. "Look at me."

Immediately, her beautiful hazel eyes were back on me. "You need to believe me when I say that I'd never do anything you're not comfortable with. Do you believe me?"

"Of course, I believe you. I'd never want to be anywhere near you if I didn't feel comfortable with you. If I didn't trust you." The caressing manner in which I moved my hands on her knees and thighs came to a halt and I stared at her in disbelief.

"You trust me?" Her facial expression was almost quizzical at my question.

"Yes, Nicolas. I trust you." She smiled, and if I weren't sitting right now, my fucking knees would've given in. This woman made me weak and had me in a chokehold.

"I don't think you understand how much that means to me. Trust is something that you don't just give to anybody, so the fact that you're giving it to me makes me feel honoured, Gabriella."

She smiled before she paused. "I really am sorry, though."

"About what?"

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