Page 83 of Lethal Infatuation

"Always so mouthy," he tsked, gripping my ankles tightly and pulling me closer. "I can think of better ways to make use of that smart fucking mouth."

He zipped down his jacket, smoothly pulling it off both arms to reveal the black compression shirt underneath. Every muscle indent was visible and I nearly drooled at the sight.

I gulped, resting on my elbows while I eyed him. He loosened the string of his sweatpants, gesturing for me to come closer. "Sit up."

I shook my head, wanting to move backward, but he quickly grabbed my ankle—preventing me from moving away. "Show me the other tattoos," he demanded.

"What?" I couldn't think straight. I was too occupied by Nicolas' physique. Too distracted. Too overwhelmed.

"I don't like repeating myself," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

"Nicolas…" was all I could manage to utter. The intensity in his dark grey eyes made me want to cower, but I couldn't escape.

"You're not going to do as I say?" He grabbed a hold of my hair, creating a makeshift ponytail. “Very well then,” he muttered. "Lift up my shirt." I furrowed my eyebrows, feeling extremely confused, but obliged.

I grabbed a hold of the soft material, slowly lifting up, and that's when I saw it. My eyes widened when I saw the new ink.

"No," I said softly. "No," I repeated and grimaced as I stared at his new tattoo in horror. It was situated on the left hand side of his lower abdomen. Each time he flexed or even breathed, the tattooshifted and creeped me the hell out.

"Yes," he muttered and I could sense the sarcasm in his tone of voice. "Consider this an opportunity to face your fears,mikrí petaloúda."

"What?" I asked in disbelief. "What are you talking about?"

He pulled my hair, my face almost pressed against the tattooed spider. "They say the only way to get over your fears is to face itheadon." He gripped my chin. "I want those luscious lips wrapped around my cock. You'll do that for me, won't you?"

My clit pounded against the material of my underwear and I could feel the arousal slowly seeping out of me. I looked up at him, trying to regulate my breathing.

"You're so cruel."

He laughed. "Cruel?" he asked sarcastically. "No, I don't think that's the correct term, but even if I was cruel, you'd love it. It would make that little pussy of yours all wet, wouldn't it?" he murmured, pulling my head back. "What would that make you? A sick little masochist?"

A whimper escaped me. He knew the truth and so did I. His degradation turned me on more than it should have. "Show me how you overcome your fears, sweetheart." He stood in between my legs, spreading them further apart.

He released his grip on my hair and pulled the shirt over his head, baring his chiselled upper body to me. God, this man was perfection. Every perimeter of his skin was so flawless. Every muscle prominent, with his impeccable tan complexion and that delicious cologne—a mixture of fruits, marine notes, base notes cedar, patchouli, white musk, and rock rose.

He slowly pulled down his sweatpants, freeing his hard, girthy dick. Every vein bulged and it had me clenching my thighs together. Involuntarily I bit my lip, itching to touch him. "I'm sure you knowwhat to do," he said slyly. "But if you need some assistance, I'd be happy to guide you."

"Between the two of us, I think you're the sick one," I said breathlessly, making him laugh. "Getting off on my fear."

"Hmm," he hummed, holding my hair in both of his hands. "Open those pretty lips for me, sweetheart." I couldn't help it. I followed his instructions, letting him guide my head. I took him into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.

He groaned softly, looking down at me with lust filled eyes. "More. You can take more." It felt like my mouth was already at full capacity, but I soldiered on, my eyes fluttering close. "Eyes on me," he demanded.

I slowly opened my eyes, tears forming in them. "Don't take your eyes off me," he said gruffly. "I want to watch that fire burning in your eyes while you swallow every inch of my cock."

I whimpered around him, and that's when he pulled out of my mouth, only to push his hips forward. He fucked my mouth, holding my head still. The spider tattoo was in my line of vision and I furrowed my eyebrows.

I couldn't handle the sight, but the whole ordeal made me wetter than the ocean. The rough way he handled me, feeling his throbbing dick in my mouth, the new, dark ink. Everything was just too much for me to handle and it felt like I'd pass out any minute.

I held onto his forearms, digging my nails into his skin. He moaned softly, never taking his eyes off me. "Only you make me feel this good, Gabriella," he murmured. "I only want you. This is exclusive to you."

I applied more pressure to my grip on him. "A few minutes in and I already feel like coming," he moaned, and it was by far the sexiest sound I've ever heard. "Jesus Christ," he hissed.

I nodded, egging him on. I wanted to make him come so badit almost hurt. Drool trickled down the sides of my mouth, tears wet my cheeks, and I couldn't stop whimpering.

"Fuck’s sake," he said under his breath. "I'm coming," he grunted, rocking his hips back and forth until I felt that hot liquid coating my throat. "Yes," he whimpered. "I love that look on your face."

He slowly pulled out, pushing me backward. He got on top of me, immediately pressing his lips on mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

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