Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina)

Chapter 89

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I squirm in my seat, gripping the edge of the table as I try to keep my breathing

under

control.

Zaid smirks at me from his seat, taking a sip of his water.

The restaurant is beautiful. Dim lighting, candlelit tables, and deep red roses in crystal vases. Everything about it screams romance, but nothing about a plug in my ass and a wet pussy feels romantic.

It's torture.

I'm aching.

So tense and yet trembling at the same time.

I try to focus on the elegance, on how nice it is that Zaid took the time to choose such a

niche place, but I can't.

I look down at my arms, noticing the way my hair stands up and how my skin breaks out into goosebumps. My clit pulses and my ass tightens around the plug.

"How wet are you?" Zaid mutters against the glass of his cup.

I shoot him a glare. I want to fuck him and then kill him. Then revive him so I can fuck

him again and then kill him again.

He's driving me to the end of my patience and he's doing it while looking like the most delicious man alive. That black button-up that hugs his broad shoulders too perfectly, his

dark hair effortlessly draping across his forehead, and his deep, unreadable eyes locked on

mine like he knows exactly what he's doing to me.

And he does.

I breathe in slowly through my nostrils. "Enough to make me wonder if we are

committing a crime. This has got to break some health codes."

He chuckles, chuckles like he isn't fucking with me in every way imaginable.

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unravel, enjoys seeing my breath hitch, my fingers tighten around my glass, my thighs press together

so fucking much that

the anticipation, love

But

air of the restaurant. My little black dress, thin

to my chest, and

nipples are and

eyes turn even darker. "You're a sight.

you call a dress."

I practically beg. "Please. I

inhales a hissing breath. "Yes you can, baby. I'm so fucking

alone."

out into goosebumps. "Please. We can just meet in

your car. Please."

in that?" Zaid murmurs,

eyes, stabbing a piece of steak with my fork.

of his food. "Are you thinking about

ignore the

his

look around to make sure no one is

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way I'm basically hanging on by

what it will feel like

I whisper-yell, breathing in deeply through

shaking. I'm going to kill him when we get out

distraction. A topic that won't make me combust in

fork down and glance at him. "What are your plans for

slightly, his expression shifting. He leans back in his chair, exhaling, running a hand through his hair. "I

head. My ass tightens around my plug, but I try not to show it in my face. Instead, I

fingers. "Basketball was the only thing

understand that feeling; of having something you

suddenly feel different. Hollow.

dark eyes swirling with so many

breath, swirling my drink in my glass. "I was into art. My dad was a painter, so I grew up drawing, painting, sketching,

if he's thinking and my throat suddenly becomes dry. "But after he

never

gaze. Then, slowly, a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "That explains the

first met."

laugh, shaking my head.