Page 64 of Deadly Little Games

The bedroom door slams again, and my eyes clash with Hazen’s. His mouth is hanging open. “Fucking hell” is all he says.

Gage’s fingers wrap around my throat and my gaze snaps back to his.

“What did I tell you?” Gage huffs.

“Eyes on you,” I reply huskily.

His grip tightens until I struggle to breathe, then he loosens for a beat before squeezing again. He touches every last part of me, mastering my body, and I can’t take it anymore. With his, Lucas’s, and now Hazen’s eyes on me, I—Fuuuck.

My cries fill the room as he thrusts in and out so fast my vision starts to blur, but I don’t dare shut my eyes. My gaze locks with Gage’s in an intense stare, and we both orgasm fiercely at the same time, with me literally seeing stars.

He pulls out after a few languid thrusts of his hips, then removes the condom and drops it on the floor. His chest rises and falls to the same rhythm of my own. Just when I think he’s going to storm out of the room, regretting every second, he surprises me by leaning over my body and pressing a gentle kiss against my cheek.

“Just as perfect as I remember,” he whispers, and butterflies fill my stomach.

I’m totally done for.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Freya

Hazen holds my hand as we descend the staircase together. He looks breathtaking in his dark-blue three-piece suit that matches my dress perfectly. The way he, Lucas, and Gage have been there for me these past few days has been everything. I haven’t been alone since finding Alec, and part of me doesn’t want to be because it hurts so damn much. With them around, it hurts a little less.

Lucas and Gage are at the bottom of the staircase, wearing the same suit as Hazen. My heart almost breaks through my chest. Gage leans in, pressing a kiss against my forehead and then Lucas swoops in, claiming my mouth in a passionate, knee-wobbling kiss. A loud gasp reaches us, and I pull away.

Amirah breaks us apart, pulling me into a hug. She whispers in my ear, “Whatever is going on between you and them”—she looks behind her at the guys—“I approve.”

I cock my head to the side, the words stuck on my tongue.

“Yes, even my brother,” she answers for me.

“I should have asked before, but are you okay?” She grimaces, then shakes her head. “Stupid fucking question. Sorry.”

Her arms draw me in, and I respond with a warm hug. Words clog at the back of my throat. I have no idea what to say. I’m not okay and nothing will make it okay until I find out who did this. I need to know who took my best friend, and the only person in my family who cared about me.

The foyer echoes with voices that reach all the way to the backyard. Amirah releases me and I find myself falling into Hazen’s arms, his embrace wrapping around my waist as I lean into him. Pulling strength from his body. He eventually shifts and tucks me into his side, and Amirah joins me on my free side as Gage and Lucas hang back a bit.

Leaving the foyer behind, we venture into the backyard. It’s a sea of people in expensive suits and fancy dresses. They sip champagne from crystal glasses and talk in hushed tones. Pushing past the crowd, Amirah heads straight for the bar.

“Lucas, darling.” Lucas’s mother, Nadine, moves toward us with confidence. The bright pink, skin-tight dress she’s wearing showcases her hourglass figure and makes her white blonde hair radiate. She’s beautiful. She brushes past me, wrapping her arms around Lucas, and presses a kiss against his cheek. Amirah comes back, passing me a glass of bubbles, and I take it, downing it in one gulp.

Nadine chuckles. “If I didn’t know you were from the other side of the tracks, I do now.”

I press my lips together in a smile and fight the urge to roll my eyes.

“Nadine, you need to fix your lipstick. It’s smudged,” Amirah says with a smirk.

I try to hide my laugh with my glass, and Nadine glares at Amirah before she plasters on a fake smile.

“Sorry to hear about your brother, Freya. Such a shame.” She clicks her tongue before leaning in closer, her perfume hitting the back of my throat. “Do you have any idea who did it?”

“I have my suspicions,” I reply, and she stares at me with a little sparkle in her eye.

“And I have mine.” Her gaze travels over my shoulder, and I follow, leading me straight to Dominic.

I whirl back around, cocking my head to the side. What does she know? If she thinks so, too, surely my suspicions are right.

Nadine reaches into her cleavage, then glances around before she discreetly brushes her fingers with mine, handing me a key. “You seem to mean something to my son. I’m risking everything—but I’ll distract him. You go in. Find some kind of proof to bring him down for good.”

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