Page 108 of A Lethal Game of Trust
His hands ran over the low back of her dress, gripping her rib cage as he pulled her close. Just above his touch, her breasts would have marks from my mouth.
“Dom, if she’s yours, she’s not his. He should be dead for touching her like that.”
If only the Yuns weren’t such high flyers, running casinos across Northern America. If only it wouldn’t start a turf war.
“I heard this all from Dad,” I sighed. She flung her arms around his neck, swaying to the song’s beat. I wanted to press up from behind her.
“Your dad is soft,” Anton groaned.
As the song ended, I breathed a sigh of relief when Leonie was taken by Issy and her group of giggling friends. Sam sat at one of the casino tables with our insufferable acquaintances from school.
Tonight, I would have to suffer.
I slipped into the seat right beside him. He cashed his money in for chips and stacking them up without turning, he said, “You want to go out to the bike sheds, Belov?”
I snorted and pulled my gun to rest on the side of the table. He glanced down but only continued to straighten his stack. “Don’t act too obvious.”
The whole of the coast knew who my family were. As they knew what his family were, too. The gun wasn’t just for Leonie.
“Dominic!” shouted David, one of the guys who had been on my football team. He clasped my shoulders and then sat beside us. “You never grace us with your presence on these occasions.”
“Normally too busy with the ladies,” Sam said and downed his drink.
I chuckled, sipping my own.
“But let’s talk aboutyourlady, Sam,” David said, taking his tokens from the croupier with a smile. “Leonie Castillo,” he said in awe. “Dom’s untouchable.”
He looked down at the gun in front of me and grinned. “Guess you’re still not over it, Dom? That what the guns for?”
“The gun is for whoever fucks me off, David,” I said, before revealing my first card.
The game continued and the waitress came to refill our drinks on multiple occasions. Sam was a prized bastard. If I were Leonie’s date, I wouldn’t have stayed for two hours gambling. I wouldn’t let her drink ever be empty. She would not have to seek me out as she did Sam now.
“Sam,” she said, leaning over his shoulder. He looked up at her with lustful eyes and showed her his cards. She raised a brow with a smile and whispered in his ear.
I would rip that ear off with my bare fucking fingers so he would never again hear her sultry voice, her pants, her moans.
Leonie’s roar was mine and mine alone.
I threw down the tower of the chips I’d gained and said, “Eat, boys.”
Then I stalked Leo to the bar. She was already ordering two drinks. Just like I had this time last week, I sat beside her.
She looked me over with satisfaction. “Sam’s going to lose big time, you might want to get back there,” she said, bent over, her chin in her palm. “I know just how much you love to see him beat.”
“Not as much as I love to see you,” I said.
She sighed then thanked the barkeep for her drinks with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. I gripped her arm and gently pulled her back as she tried to walk away. She cried, “Dom!”careful not to spill her drinks.
“Do some shots with me,” I begged, not letting go of her. “Hey, Stew, tequila!”
Stew immediately got to work and, releasing her, I glided the salt down the bar to her.
She cocked a brow and lifted her hand to slowly, slowly lick across her wrist.
My trousers tightened around my dick.
She grinned, one of those grins that took out all my other senses. Everything else ceased to exist but her happy face as she sprinkled some salt.
