Page 67 of Lethal Infatuation

I could feel her boring holes into my head whenever she thought I wasn't looking. On top of that, I constantly kept an eye on the entrance way. I needed to make sure there were no unwanted guests.

Not only would I have done it on my own accord, but it was also Braun's orders after we disclosed our information about Freeman to him.

I sat at the table with Amala, Ares, and several other agents. Kayden and Kehlani couldn't make it because they were out of town for the week. My eyes drifted in the direction of the beautiful goddess.

She sat at the bar with two other women, one of which I recognised as Melissa, her assistant. The other wasmost likely Helena, the event planner. I happened to do thorough research on Miss Sevilla and the people she associated with.

The second she was alone I made my move. "I'll be right back." Ares hummed in response, but when I looked back, he was laughing to himself. I removed my suit jacket, hung it over the back of my chair, grabbed my glass of whiskey, and walked over to her.

I wasn't supposed to consume any hard liquor, but fuck it. And I didn't have time to address Ares' reaction. Right now I needed to deal with my number one priorityandheadache. God, how could one woman evoke different emotions out of me simultaneously?

"Ignoring me isn't going to resolve our issues. If anything, you'll just piss me off," I murmured. We were surrounded by other guests who were seated at the bar area, so I didn't want them to overhear our conversation.

She looked at me with disgust covering her facial features. "Go fuck yourself," she muttered under her breath, turning to walk away.

I sipped on the last bit of whiskey in my glass before slamming it onto the countertop. My jaw ticked and I watched her with narrowed eyes. "Why don't you come closer and say that to me again?"

Gabriella spun around and gazed at me with both lust and trepidation in those honey-coloured eyes, and if I was being honest, the look on her face turned me on more than it should have.

"Do you have a hearing problem?" she asked sassily.

She was testing me, I could sense it. She wanted me to snap, she wanted me to lose my self-restraint.

"I heard you loud and clear the first time, but I want you to repeat what you said." With both hands in my pockets, I took slow, antagonizing steps towards her.

"What did I say?" She was playing with me, this is what she did. She fucked with my head and there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.

"Come here and I'll tell you." She didn't move, she remained in one spot—fidgeting with her gold bracelet. I wanted to take her right here, right now, in front of everyone.Fuck her so hard she'd feel me inside of her for the rest of the week.

Within seconds, I stood in front of her as she gazed up at me with irises that displayed mischievousness and innocence all at once.

I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and slid my fingers into her soft hair. I leaned in, lowering my head next to her ear. "You said I should go fuck myself, right, sweetheart?"

The question was rhetorical, and due to our proximity, I could hear her heavy breathing, feel her increased heartbeat, and the temperature of her overheated skin.

"You know," I whispered, while the people around us danced to the soft music playing in the background, "you'vebeentesting my damn patience. I can't wait to get you home so I can fuck some manners into you."

She gasped softly and then her palms were on my chest in an instant as she tried to push me away, but I gripped her wrists, holding them in place. "Let go of me, Nicolas."

"You started this." I used my grip on her to my advantage, twirling her body and then pulling her close to me. "I'll finish it, though." She fought against me, struggling to break free. "I love it when you fight me. Makes the sexmuchsweeter."

With one hand holding her head steady and my other arm wrapped around her waist, she had nowhere to go. But of course, my little butterfly always had something up her sleeve.

She brought her knee up between my legs, but I reacted swiftly and stopped her. At that moment, our eyes locked and the look of fear on her face once again had me going feral. One word, just one was all it took to make it known that she fucked up.

"Run."

She breathed heavily, eyeing me for a few seconds before turning on her heel and speed walking towards what she assumed was the exit of this vicinity. If only she knew that door led straight to the hallway that would either lead you to the restrooms or towards a staircase, taking you to the second floor of the building.

The exit was on the other side and she wouldn't have been able to make it to the entrance either even if she tried. I watched her hips sway, hypnotizing me and sending me into a trance.

I laughed to myself, finding the thrill of hunting her down all too overwhelming. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, blood rushing straight to my cock and my head. The feeling was dizzying, addicting, sensational.

I gave her a head start because even though I wanted to ruin her, there was still that minuscule part of me that had a soft spot only for her.

I looked around the room, noticing that Amala and Ares weren't anywhere in sight and the other guests were too focused on themselves to observe their surroundings.

I popped open the third button of my shirt and flicked my wrist to check the time. A minute passed by, now was the time to search for my butterfly.

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