Page 32 of A Lethal Game of Trust
I froze and then struggled to fall back onto my seat, catching my leg on the gearstick, desperate to escape him.
I tried to hide my face from him in my hair, pulling my leg again and again as frustration built in my chest. This is what he would do to me. I was a rebound, someone to toy with because that’s all he did. He didn’t care for anyone other than the Belovs. Though they were my family, I wasn’t truly one of them.
“Leonie,” he said, his voice gruff as he tried to pull my chin in his direction. “We’re on a public road. Anyone could walk past.”
That didn’t change anything though. It didn’t stop the fact that despite his anger at Jared for hurting me, he could hurt me far more.
I’d been willing to get naked on the side of the road and ride him like my bloody life depended on it. All because he was a little bit angry.
“Leo,” he said, his voice more forceful this time. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long that it’s not going to happen in my car a road away from your ex’s house.”
“How long?” I asked, glancing at him. It couldn’t be as long as me. His interest had only started last night.
“Too long,” he sighed, resting his head back and drawing circles in my skin, his hold keeping me on top of him.
“You said everyone wanted to fuck me,” I said slowly. “Did that include you?”
He closed his eyes and breathed out deeply through his nose. “You were too young.Wewere too young.” He readjusted himself even now. “I couldn’t imagine the woman you would become. How I’d want to have her even more. I didn’t realise that was possible.”
My throat was so dry I couldn’t swallow. In the last year of our friendship, I tried to show him how much I loved him. I’d thought it had fallen on deaf ears.
But it hadn’t. He just didn’t love me back, only lusted.
“When Sam fucked me at your house, I’d planned for you to be in,” I admitted, hoping I wasn’t going red. “All the porn I’d seen, the step-brother would watch and come and get involved.”
He chuckled, running his fingers up my sides in the lightest of strokes. “I wasn’t ever your step-brother.”
“No, but I wanted you to see me as a woman. All the times I’ve been with Sam, I’ve wished it was you. Especially that first time.”
His brows came down a centimetre and he braced his handaround my throat, as light as his touch on my waist. “All the times? What do you mean, ‘all the times’?”
Fuck.
“Leonie, when was the last time you slept with him?”
In his grip, I swallowed.
His fingers tightened. “Answer.”
“The week before you saw me crying in the pub,” I confessed, watching the people walk past his car. No one noticed us. “That’s partly why I was crying, because I felt I deserved him going back to his ex. Because two days before he asked me to be his girlfriend, I was getting ploughed by Sam.”
“You’ve been sleeping with him for ten years?” he shouted. “Ten years?”
“Well, no,” I said, panic tightening my chest as my thighs started to ache sat upon him. “I haven’t seen him for two years. Not since Jared.”
“If he’d reached out since you broke up, would you have?” he asked through his teeth.
I tried to shrug as if my heart wasn’t racing. “Probably.”
His face twisted into the classic disgusted expression I was used to, top lip curled in anger. “He’s revolting.”
“In fairness, I didn’t know he had taken a picture of me until you just said,” I offered.
Dom sat back in his chair with a hmph as I finally fell into mine. “At least you don’t fall in love with everyone you fuck. That’s good to know.”
I breathed a laugh and taunted, “You think I’m going to fall in love with you? That’s cute.”
“Oh, definitely,” he said with an unabashed smirk.
