Page 61 of A Lethal Game of Trust
Shithead was standing over me on the pillows, sheathing his cock with a condom.
“Don’t know,” I called. “I’m on the phone!”
He leaned over me, kissed me deeply and ran his cock over my slit.
“Please,” I mumbled, holding myself up on my elbows.
He pressed in and my head threw back with such movement, I worried I might snap my neck.
“Just a quickie, baby,” he said on his knees, slowly moving into me. There was nothing quick about it though. His strokes were so deep, a different angle than what we’d done before and he was gliding so slow, dragging his cock in and out.
My breath kept on audibly catching and Dom pressed his index finger to my lip, before whispering, “Sh.”
Breathing heavily through my nose, I opened my mouth and sucked in his finger. He groaned and bent over me, thrusting his finger in my mouth at the same speed as his cock. “That’s not helpingmestay quiet,” he said in my ear, his breath hot before two more thrusts and then he pulled his finger out.
I had to bite down on my bottom lip and screw my eyes up to keep stupid noises from groaning out of me. My speaker was on the dressing table, the remote on my bedside table. If I reached up…
Issy was eating something when she shouted through the door, “Who are you on the phone with?”
I panicked, eyes wide as Dom lowered himself, tracing down my body to my abused clit.
“Jared!” I shouted back.
Dom froze. I froze. His eyes flashed up to mine, his jaw so tight I worried he might crack it. Slowly, he leaned over me to grab the speaker remote and blared the music, glaring down at me as he turned it up, press by press.
He chucked it on the bed and slammed his palm over mymouth, his other hand tight around my throat. Something he knew I loved after last night.
But then he did something I hated.
He almost pulled all the way out. I shook my head as much as his touch would allow.
Lips to my ear, he whispered, his voice dark and angry, “You don’t deserve my cock.”
With how loud the music was, with Issy shouting on the other side of the door, ordering me to hang up, calling Jared every name under the sun, I hardly heard him.
I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled him into me.
“You will never say another man’s name while my cock is inside you,” he snarled. “Never. For that, you don’t get to come.”
And he unleashed all hell on me. His hands were tight, his thrusts hard and angry, and surely loud. But I could only hear the rhythm of the music through the floor.
Issy was on the other side of the door, trying the handle. “Why is this locked? Is Jared in there with you?” she cried. “Oh my god, Leo, what the fuck!”
But I felt blessed. He rammed into me over and over and I didn’t care if he refused for me to come, I just neededhimto.
His hand slipped from my mouth to join the other, clasping tightly at my throat as his teeth clashed with mine, his muffled grunt in my mouth as he came.
He released me, and loomed over my panting body with the face of disgust I’d been so accustomed to just two days ago. I thought he might spit on me.
“That was a mistake, Leo,” he said through gritted teeth. “Don’t make it again. I hear his name come from your lips, and I swear on your greedy pussy, I will kill him.”
I swallowed, regaining my breath as Issy still pounded on the door.
He pulled me up to stand and ran his warm hands down my back to cup my ass. “Do you understand?”
I nodded with a gulp and he pressed a kiss onto my forehead before scooping up his clothes. He seemed so calm, despite his sister trying to break down my door.
When I turned off the speaker, Issy’s shouts were extreme. “Leonie! If he’s in there, I will beat his ass! I’ve got seven guns in this house and though Dom might listen to your pleas, I have no issue shooting Jared’s cock off!”
