Page 41 of A Lethal Game of Trust

“Good girl,” he mumbled into my hair.

Then he stood and walked out of the room.

I sat up, crossing my ankles and sitting on the very, very edge of the sofa so I didn’t make a mess. “Dom?” I called. Oh my god, if he had left me like this after—

He reappeared in the doorway, a condom in his hand, ripping the wrapper with his teeth.

Taking him in, his thick, angry erection, his chiselled body, the power in his teeth as he ripped it open was the moment of clarity I needed.

Dom Belov was going to fuck me. I was ready to beg for it.

Issy would never forgive me.

He unravelled the condom over his cock and stood over me, pushing me back down onto the sofa. “I got tested yesterday after I found out about Mia,” he said, running his cock up anddown my slit. “Results will be with me tomorrow. Then I’ll go raw on you.”

I nodded eagerly as he pushed into me, stretching me wide. My breath hitched but I clamped down my mouth, praying he would start to move. “Dom.”

“Yes? What is it?” he asked, feigning ignorance.

“Dom.”

“You want more?”

Again, I nodded.

But he withdrew, walking backwards to the other side of the room, stopping beside the armchair. “Tell me how much you want it. Beg me properly.”

“Please, Dom. Please fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”

He just cocked his head to the side, that judgemental brow raising.

“I need you. I need you to fuck me. It has to be you.”

“Why?” he asked, taking another step back.

He was playing me. I’d happily fall for it. “Because I’ve wanted it to be you for so long. Foryears, Dom. Please.”

“I’ll give you what you want,” he said and gestured to the ground between us, “if you crawl to it.”

Crawl to him. On my hands and knees. Across his wood floor.

There was maybe one second of hesitation before I slid from the sofa to my knees and slowly did as I was told.

There were no thoughts in my brain on how to make it seductive, like a glorious porn star or a pole dancer on the stage. But desire brought me forward and that would have to be enough. At his feet, I stopped and sat back on my heels. “Please.”

He pulled me up, grabbed my wrists, clasping them togetherbehind my back and bent me over the arm of the chair. He leaned over to whisper gruffly in my ear. “When you come, you’re going to cry my name.”

I nodded into the chair as I felt him rub against me and then finally —finally— push into me. He pressed slowly, inch by inch and my body clasped around him as he filled my walls completely. I had no idea how I’d had him so far down my throat.

“Dom,” I groaned as he became fully seated in me.

With each thrust, I grunted and when he picked up speed, I had to focus on my breathing. Had to check that I was still breathing.

“Leo, god,” he grunted. “I need you without the condom. I need to feel just how tight you are. Fuck.”

An unwise part of me wanted to order him to do just that, but my words had left me as he freed my hands and gripped me by my hips, hauling me to meet his angry thrusts.

I tried to pull myself up slightly, but my arms gave way, the rest of my body at Dom’s mercy as another orgasm built low in my stomach.