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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my breath hitch, my fingers tighten around my glass, my

me so fucking much that I

anticipation, love

infuriating. But

My nerves are frayed, my skin too warm despite the cool air of the restaurant. My little black dress, thin straps, silky fabric barely skimming my thighs,

to my chest,

I notice how hard my nipples are and how much

even darker. "You're a sight. Perfection wrapped

you call a dress."

I practically beg. "Please. I

you can, baby. I'm so

alone."

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

your car. Please."

that?" Zaid murmurs, his

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

his food. "Are you

turns shallow as I ignore the

slipping his

look around to make sure no one is watching

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basically hanging on

imagining what it will feel like to

breathing in

I'm going to kill

distraction. A topic that won't make me combust in the middle of this

my fork down and glance at him. "What are

his expression shifting. He leans back in his chair, exhaling, running a hand through

elaborate, and when he doesn't, I tilt my head. My ass tightens around my plug, but I try not to show it in my face. Instead, I just clear my

used to." He shrugs, rolling the edge of his napkin between his fingers. "Basketball was the only thing I really cared about,

my chest. I understand that

suddenly feel different. Hollow.

at me, dark eyes swirling with so

my drink in my glass. "I was into

if he's thinking and my

died, it never

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

first met."

a laugh, shaking my head. "Oh, God. You remember