Page 18 of A Lethal Game of Trust
I pushed out my chest and dived my fingers into my underwear. They weren’t matching my bra, but he couldn’t tell in the lighting.
“What are you doing?” he asked. The party seemed to die down around him as if he was walking away from it.
“Just taking some pictures,” I said innocently.
I heard him gulp and grinned as I took another, stroking myself and throwing my head back for dramatic value.
That’s what girls did in porn, right? The girls in magazines that Dom had in his bedroom.
“Send me,” he demanded. “Send them to me now, Leonie.”
“And what do I get in return?” I mused, scrolling through the ones I had taken and cropping my face out from the mouth up.
“Anything you want. Anything.”
He couldn’t give me what I wanted. Or… or maybe he could.
I sent one.
“Fuck,” he swore. “Fuck, Leonie. Fuck.”
“Mmmm,” I moaned, loading the camera app up again and starting to play with myself. “Do you like it?”
“Leonie, see me. Come over tonight. I’ll come to you. This weekend.” His breaths quickened as his words rushed from his mouth. His pleas made everything so much sweeter. He wanted me. “Oh my god, I’m here in a fucking forest with my cock out needing to see you. Leonie, tell me you’ll see me.”
“Do you think you deserve to—”
“What thefuckare you doing?”
I yelped, pulled the cover over me and kicked the stand that held my phone. It crashed to the floor. Sam’s voice was still shouting, “Leonie, are you okay? Leonie!” proving I hadn’t succeeded in smashing it to shit.
“Dom!” I screeched as his furious face took in the scene before him. He was standing at my open window, his strong jaw ticking, his nasty glare on the phone.
He climbed into my room with one movement. I clutched the sheet to my chest and leaned over to hang up on Sam with my other hand. Dom grabbed it in his fist. “Don’t move.”
The force within those two words had me cringing. He was to one day take over his father’s businesses — legal and illegal — and I’d known my gentle Dom was capable of cruelty, but I’d never seen it before.
He swooped up my phone and put it to his ear. “Who the fuck is this?” he growled.
It beeped, and he looked down at it with disgust before opening up my texts.
“No, Dom!”
But he’d already seen. His grip on my phone was so tight that his knuckles were white. His face reddened and, for the first of many times, he gave me that disgusted snarl. “Sam Fucking Yun? You’re fingering yourself, takingpicturesof yourself for Sam Yun?”
Tears were streaming down my cheeks, but he didn’t care.
“I cropped out my face.”
“Because that makes it okay!” he roared and shoved the phone in my face, showing me the picture of my hands down my knickers.
I didn’t cower away. I took in my half-naked self and then looked up at him.
“He iseighteen, Leonie.”
“So?” I shouted. All I wanted were my clothes. I just wanted my clothes.
He picked up the crop top and threw it at me, turning around to ironically give me some privacy. “I can’t even look at you. You are a child.”
