Page 56 of Lethal Infatuation

"Yeah, I don't think so. Sit down." I moved forward, instantly releasing his grip on my dress. I could hear him grunting and it only added to my determination to piss him off.

"You're welcome to join me if you want." I fixed my hair while walking, moving a stray curl out of my eye. In the distance, I spotted Amala and immediately made my way towards her.

"Save me." I replicated her dance move, making her laugh.

"Once Nicolas sets his sights on you, nobody can save you." That should've been my final warning sign, but I ignored it. To lighten the mood, she wrapped an arm around my shoulder and directed me toward the bar. "Let's get you a drink," she laughed, "to calm the nerves."

The drink would definitely ease the tension in my body, but now the problem at hand was a random man who approached mewhile I waited for my drink. Amala had just left to use the restroom when this whole ordeal occurred.

I didn't need to look at Nicolas to know he'd been observing us. Watching. Scanning.

"Can I buy you a drink?" The man asked, but I politely declined, shaking my head from side to side.

"No, thank you." I smiled, but he didn't take no for an answer.

"You're here alone," he stated matter of factly, even though his observation was dead wrong, "yet you're still declining my offer." He spoke in a condescending tone, stepping closer to me. "That's why so many women spend their lives single."

Aside from the audacity this man displayed, every signal in my brain urged me to remove myself from the bar and return to the VIP section.

"Or maybe they're just not interested in persistent losers like you who don't know how to take no for an answer." I pushed past the man, heading back to Nicolas.

I had just set foot into the secluded area when I felt a warm hand wrap around my throat. Nicolas yanked me closer and the breath abruptly left my lungs.

"Why do I get the feeling that you're purposely trying to piss me off?" I blinked rapidly, holding onto his forearm for both balance and strength. God knew I needed it.

"What?" My mouth and throat suddenly felt dry and every hair on my body prickled, standing upright. His stare was intense and it felt like he looked directly into my soul.

"So easily distracted." He pulled me towards the couch and sat down, tugging me along with him. I fell into his lap, gasping at the sudden but quick movements.

"I wasn't distracted."

My ass was pressed firmly against his crotch and he leanedforward, softly kissing my shoulder, causing me to arch against him. "Then what did I say?"

I was losing control, my train of thought practically spiralling at this point. Slick heat pooled between my thighs and I breathed heavily. Nicolas bit the flesh on my shoulder, making me whimper.

"I can't remember." At least I was honest. He chuckled softly, his rough voice sending a chill down my spine. He placed his hands on my thighs, trailing his fingertips upward.

"Then why did you lie to me and say you weren't distracted? I really hate liars," he whispered.

"You could never hate me, though," I said as his hands inched closer and closer to my underwear, his movements sliding my dress up in the process, completely exposing me.

An alarm went off in my head and I realised the position I was in. Amala could return at any moment, the people passing by could also possibly see what we're doing, and here I was, seated on Nicolas' lap, the lights in the VIP section of the club extremely low.

“You’re right,” he murmured softly, his breath fanning my ear. “I couldneverhate you.” He sucked on my shoulder, making my body tremble. “You’ve got me wrapped around your fucking finger.”

His left hand was inside of my lace thong, rubbing circles against my clit before he slipped a finger inside of me. I gasped at the intrusion, moaning softly.

He gripped my jaw with his right hand, forcing me to make eye contact with the guy that flirted with me earlier. "Look at him," he murmured in my ear. "Show him who the fuck you belong to."

I furrowed my eyebrows, feeling embarrassed when the guy eyed me. The man was clearly none the wiser of what was currently taking place.

Though when he realised that I was seated in another man's lap, he quickly looked away. Nicolas pumped his finger in and outrapidly, releasing my face from his hold and using his free hand to spread my thighs even wider apart.

Amala had been on the dance floor for the past couple of minutes and I prayed she didn't return anytime soon. I tossed my head back, gripping the arms of the chair tightly.

"Nicolas, what if someone sees us?" I groaned, trying not to grind on his finger.

"Even better, I want them to see you coming all over my hand like thefilthyfucking girl you are." He added another finger, then another, not giving me a chance to adjust.

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