Page 14 of A Lethal Game of Trust
“Tell me to stop. No safe word. Just stop.”
The word didn’t leave my mouth. I wouldn’t let it. His grip around my throat, tightening slightly as my fingers weakened,kept me standing.
Instead, the syllable that spilled out was, “Please.”
“Please, what, Leo?”
He was the one who was good with his words.
My phone buzzed in my coat pocket against my leg.
“You’re not going to him,” he almost growled, eyes darting to the sound. “You don’t belong to him anymore. You’re not leaving this flat.”
“I don’t belong to you, either,” I told him, but the warmth between my legs was definitely his. A problem I wanted only him to deal with.
“Yet,” he said and nipped at my throat again, just under my ear. I melted back into the wall. “Soon, you’ll wish you were mine. You’ll be begging for me to take you.”
His other hand traced an intricate pattern to the lace trim of my shorts. He didn’t stop there, thank god. I parted my legs so he’d reach between them. His soft touch suddenly became brutal as he grabbed at the fat of my inner thigh, his thumb so close to where I needed him.
My head smashed back into the wall, but I felt no pain. Only the desire for more. Higher.
But it had been loud, and Issy’s drunken nap probably wouldn’t have protected her from the bang.
Slowly, I held his hand around my throat tighter, allowing myself one more second, a touch of what it could be like with him, before I pulled him away. “You’re drunk.”
His hands fell, and he held them behind his back as if he had to keep them far from me.
“I meant what I said; you’re not going to him. You get in a taxi and I will drive after you.”
“Drive?” I snorted. “You’re in no state—”
“Exactly,” he said gruffly. “What’s more important? My life or your disappointing fifteen minute fuck with Jared?”
Him, obviously. I went to speak, but my words fell flat in my mouth.
“Text him, tell him you’re not coming.”
My fingers were still weak as I pulled out my phone and typed away, sending the text without regret, not even reading Jared’s message. When I looked up at Dom, he had a secretive little smile. My favourite smile of his.
Which quickly changed when I turned the phone around for him to see.
LEONIE: Maybe another time.
“You like to play games?” he snarled and, hands on my hips, whirled me around to press me against the other wall. “If you need someone to get you off, it’s going to beme.”
I was breathless from the move, and then his lips were harsh on mine, hungry and angry, his tongue a force within my mouth.
The silk of my top slid against my skin as he sank his fingers into my breast, his other hand grabbing my ass with the same vigour, crushing me to him so I could feel his erection against my stomach.
His thumb trapped my sensitive nipple, and against the strength of his other motions, he gently ran it in circles, making me moan into his mouth before I kissed him back.
His grip on my ass went up to my back before sliding underneath the waistband of my shorts and knickers, and then held me even tighter, squeezing and making me hook a leg around his.
I had to get closer.
The movement spurred him on to bring his hand around todip between my thighs. “Fucking hell,” he groaned, breathing heavily on my neck. “You’re soaking.”
He sounded completely in awe.
