Page 87 of Lethal Infatuation

“I’ll keep you company at night, then, if it’ll make you happy. And if you want, we can stay up all night long,” he said suggestively, squeezing my hips.

I slapped him on the chest with more force this time, making him cough softly and then chuckle. “Yet you have the nerve to say I’m the one that’s playful,” I scoffed. “I’m serious, Nicolas. I don’t want anything happening to you.”

The smile on his face completely vanished and he stroked my hair softly. “Do you trust me?” he asked gruffly.

“You know I do,” I answered almost instantly.

“Then trust me when I say nothing will happen to me,” he reassured me. “Three bullets later and I’m still here.”

“What about your anxiety? How are you feeling in that regard? Is there at least some progress, my love?” He nodded, twirling my hair around his index finger.

“According to my therapist, there’s been a lot of improvement, but I still experience anxiety attacks on the odd occasion.” He frowned. “Especially when I’m not with you. When I sleep alone I have endless nightmares, but when you’re next to me I sleep peacefully.”

“At least I’m helping with your mental health. That’s a good sign, right?” He smiled widely.

“Of course it is but…” he paused. “Even if you didn’t, I’d still be with you. Red is a good colour, so I love a woman who waves her red flag around.”

“Don’t say that.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re insufferable, I swear.”

“Am I now?” he mused, and that’s when a devious little thought crossed my mind.

"Yes,” she said, licking her lower lip. “There's something I've been wanting to try." Gabriella murmured, raking her acrylic nails down my chest. The sensation was overwhelming and made my senses go wild.

I looked at her intently. "What is it, sweetheart?" I asked, pushing the stray brown strands of hair out of her beautiful face and tucking it behind her ear.

"It might sound strange, but I'll need you seated on that chair." She pointed towards the chair in the corner of the room and my eyes flickered to it. I furrowed my eyebrows, wondering the woman had planned. "Naked."

I nearly choked on my own saliva, but the way she breathlessly mentioned the last word turned me into a submissive man. At this moment in time, I'd allow her to empty my fucking bank account and I wouldn't bat an eye.

"Shit," I murmured, caressing her cheek with my thumb. "I'll do anything for you, and just so we're clear, it doesn't sound strange. It's just unexpected."

She laughed softly and then bit her lip. "Can we do it right now?" she enquired.

"Is that even a question?" I slapped her ass softly, urging her to get off me so I could get into position.

When I climbed out of bed, I immediately stripped out of my boxer briefs. My cock was harder than a rock and we hadn't even done anything, but just her staring at me with those sultry eyes was enough to make me come.

I walked over to the chair, sitting down on it. I spread my legs, looking at my woman with desire filling every inch of my body. She got out of bed, gracefully stripping out of her shorts and hoody.

When she reached me, she placed her knee between my legs on the chair and hovered over me to whisper in my ear. "Are you going to be a good boy, Nico?" Fuck’s sake, this woman was going to be the death of me.

I reached out to touch her, but she quickly grabbed my arm and pushed it towards me. "No touching," she said sternly.

I groaned in frustration, feeling lust overflowing from my being. "Why the fuck not?"

"You didn't answer me," she mocked. "You gonna be good for me?" Oh, I knew exactly what she was doing. She wanted to be the one in control. I didn't mind granting her that—for now.

"Yes, I will. Just for you," I said gruffly. She moved away from me and the loss of her body heat had me clenching my jaw in frustration. She hummed in satisfaction and stood behind me.

The lighting in my room was dim, but illuminated the space around us enough that we were able to see each other clearly. She touched my shoulders and my muscles tensed. She moved her handsdownwards making me shiver.

"Put your arms behind your back," she instructed and I narrowed my eyes.

"What?"

She placed her chin on my shoulder and whispered in my ear seductively, "You heard me."Fucking hell.Precum leaked from the tip of my dick. I was turned on beyond measure and frustrated as fuck.

"Fine," I gritted. "I'll play along." I followed her instruction, and then before I could comprehend what was happening, my hands were tied to the back of the chair. I tugged on the restraints and grunted.

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