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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making me unravel, enjoys seeing my breath hitch, my fingers tighten around my glass,

me so fucking much that I

the anticipation, love

But

the restaurant. My little black dress, thin straps, silky

drop to my chest, and I follow his

my nipples are and how much they push against the

eyes turn even darker. "You're a sight. Perfection wrapped in that

you call a dress."

I practically beg. "Please. I

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

alone."

out into goosebumps. "Please. We can just meet in the bathroom, or

your car. Please."

in that?" Zaid murmurs, his

of steak with my fork. "There's a lot of fun in

bite of his food. "Are

breathing turns shallow as I ignore the throbbing my clit is

imagining Aiden slipping his cock

is watching us, to make

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hanging on by a

imagining what it will feel like to have

I whisper-yell, breathing in

his shoulder shaking. I'm going to kill

need a distraction. A topic that won't make me combust

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

shifting. He leans back in his

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

his fingers. "Basketball was the only thing I really cared about, but then... after my injury, after my

tightens in my chest. I understand that

suddenly feel different. Hollow.

dark eyes swirling with so many emotions. "What

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

he's thinking and my throat suddenly becomes dry.

died, it never

watches me, something unreadable in his gaze. Then, slowly, a smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "That

first met."

laugh, shaking my head. "Oh, God.