Page 115 of A Lethal Game of Trust
His hands ran up my forearms as he looked up at me. “You’re coming home with me. Back to mine.”
He didn’t have to say it, I’d known it was true the second I’d seen the note that came with my dress.
“And then,” he said, watching his fingers travel up my goosebumps, “we can go back to Osburn and you can stay with me and Ghost or we can stay at yours.”
Staying with Dom, day and night, eating together, sleeping together…
My chest tightened.
“Until Issy comes back?”
“Until Mum and Dad’s anniversary.”
Two weeks.
“I know you’re scared,” he said and tilted my chin to look at him. “This way I’m hoping we can go through your fears and quash them one by one. I’m in this for the long haul, Leo.”
“And we’ll tell people when we come back for the party?”
He nodded. “I love the thought of keeping you all to myself but I think I love the idea of people knowing about us far more. I am so confident in us, Leo, that I’d walk in there and announce it right now.”
At the sound of voices not far, I ducked further down to lie across him. The movement made him slip free from me.
“But we will do this when you are ready,” he said firmly. “Not before. I’ll appease Mia in the meantime.”
“Appease?” I asked, my brows high with jealousy.
His smirk was devilish. “I’ll let her have Ghost for a weekend.” When my brows didn’t shift, he released a short laugh. “You do realise it has always been you, don’t you?”
I shook my head, resting my chin on his chest. His fingertips brushed my side. “You shouldn’t have to appease her. I threatened to drown her in the middle of the ocean.”
His movements paused before his chest rose up and down in a laugh. “God, Leo, you’ll have me hard again.”
I swatted him half-heartedly. “She told me you were already bored of me.”
There were a few seconds of silence before he said, “If I confess something, promise me you’ll still see me as the strong, scary, future mafia lord?”
“I promise,” I agreed easily.
As the voices got closer, he reached down to the pile of our clothes, draped my dress over my ass and then his shirt over my back.
“Tell me,” I begged.
When he met my eyes again, he said, “The night I got with Mia, I overheard you telling Issy you loved Jared, he was asking about diamond rings and you were looking at buying a house. I thought then that it was over for us. I thought you were happy with him. I chose her in the hopes you would see and that your jealousy would bring us together.”
If only he knew.
“That was… how long have you…”
“Thatnight,” he began, his glance away awkward as he brought up my father’s death, “I was coming over to tell you I was in love with you. I told Dad that day that I loved you.”
“That was ten years ago, Dom.”
The people were now only metres away, passing a couple of sun loungers behind us. He dragged my dress off me, rolled it up and gently pulled it over my head.
He straightened it and tugged it around my hips, where it was far tighter. “God damn,” he muttered, eyes roving my body. Then he rocked me over his once again hard cock.
“You’re insatiable,” I laughed and bent to kiss him before standing and shimmying the dress down further.
