Page 84 of Lethal Infatuation

Tongue kissing after I just went down on him was definitely one of my favourite things I've ever experienced. He pushed my shirt up, his kisses moving from my jaw to my neck, and once my breasts were exposed to him, he sucked on my nipple.

I moaned, arching my back. My breathing became more erratic with each passing second.

Nicolas paused, his eyes landing on the tattoo. "There it is." He licked the skin between my breasts. "So another man saw and touched this area, huh?"

He continued licking along my abdomen while simultaneously removing my shorts, revealing the other tattoo to him. "Another one." He looked up at me with dark eyes.

"I thought you were my good girl," he said mockingly, that venom in his tone quite evident.

"I am," I whimpered, holding onto him tightly. "I'm always good for you."

"This says otherwise." He pulled my panties to the side, pushing my thigh upward. He latched his lips onto my clit and I cried out. The tingling sensation sending me over the edge.

"Oh my God," I moaned softly. "It feels so good." He licked and slurped me up. I closed my eyes, unable to handle all of the sensations. I writhed, gripping the sheets tightly.

He ate me out like it was his daily ritual. Like a starved man.Like an insatiable man. My legs started shaking and he groaned against my pussy. Wet, squelching noises travelled to my ears.

I placed both hands on top of his head, attempting to push him away, and that's when his movements came to a halt.

He looked up at me with those cold, hypnotic, grey eyes—anger swimming in his irises. "Don't interrupt me while I'm eating. Lay back and take it like the good girl you claim to be."

He dove back in and it had me gushing all over his face. All I knew was that he'd definitely ruined me and I wasn't complaining.

THIRTY TWO

Lately, I've been feeling under the weather and I honestly didn't know why. Aside from that, my period was late by a few days and that's never, ever happened to me before.

I was extremely concerned and irritated. I definitely didn't want to have this conversation with Nicolas, but I knew he could sense the drastic change in my mood.

He looked at me with a concerned expression. We were sprawled out on the couch, my legs tangled with his. "You're awfully quiet tonight. Everything okay?"

I nodded, clutching my robe and tightening it around my body. "I'm fine." I smiled, but it didn't quite reach my eyes.

"If you're going to lie, you should at least try to make it more believable," he said dryly, removing my legs from his and sitting up straight.

"I'm not lying, Nicolas. I said I'm fine.What about those two words indicated that I'm lying?" I mimicked his actions.

"Do you think I was born yesterday?" He glared at me. "I've noticed the drastic change in your demeanour, and as per usual, you're not talking to me about how you're feeling. Just like you don't tell me anything about yourself unless I ask," he spat.

"You're not an open book, yourself. It's not like you've shared every little detail about yourself." This was highly unlike me, I was clearly extremely agitated.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Please don't tell me this is what the sudden change in your mood is about," he scoffed. "If you want to know more about me, all you have to do is ask. There's no need for this fucking attitude."

"No, that's not the damn reason," I bit back.

He froze, blinking slowly while he stared at me. "So there is a reason," he stated, shaking his head. "Yet you still had the audacity to tell me you're fine."

"It's nothing important, hence the reason I haven't said anything." I clasped my necklace.

His eyes flickered to my fingers that were holding onto the necklace. "If it's not important, like you're claiming, then it wouldn't affect you this badly. That's besides the point, though, I want you to talk to me. Even if you think it's irrelevant, it matters to me."

His confession made my chest swell with an unusual emotion. I didn't know how to respond or how to react. I wasn't used to this. I wasn't used to affection or someone openly admitting that they cared about me.

Minutes passed by and I still couldn't conjure up a response. Nicolas stood up abruptly, looking down at me with sheer anger in his eyes.

"Fuck’s sake, Gabriella." His voice boomed. "Why do you keep pushing me away? Every opportunity you get, you're always fightingme. Every twist, every turn. Why?"

There was a crack in his voice that made my bottom lip tremble as I fought back the tears about to well in my eyes. Was I pushing him away? Or was I just subconsciously trying to protect myself from getting hurt?

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