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

so fucking much that I love

the anticipation, love the

infuriating. But

the cool air of the restaurant. My little black dress, thin straps, silky fabric barely skimming my thighs, was

my chest, and

how hard my nipples are and how much

sight.

you call a dress."

I practically beg. "Please. I

baby. I'm so fucking hard right now; you're

alone."

out into goosebumps. "Please. We can just

your car. Please."

in that?" Zaid murmurs, his voice

roll my eyes, stabbing a piece of steak with my fork. "There's

smirks, taking a bite of his food. "Are you

I ignore the

his cock

I look around to make sure no one is watching us,

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I'm basically hanging on by a

feel like

in

to kill him when we get out of

make

and glance at him. "What are

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

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

rolling the edge of his napkin between his fingers. "Basketball was the only

chest. I understand that feeling; of having something you

suddenly feel different. Hollow.

swirling with so many emotions.

swirling my drink in my glass. "I was into

if he's thinking and my throat suddenly

died, it never felt the

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

first met."

my head.