Page 43 of A Lethal Game of Trust

“I get it!”

He smirked and ran his finger across my skin, just along the waist of my jeans. “You wanted it. You begged for it. We’re using each other, Leo.” When I didn’t say anything, his hand slipped down my arm to my hand. “If you want me to beg this time around, I can. I will.”

“This time around?” I whispered and, looking down, sure enough, he was ready to go again. “Mia will be back—”

“Fuck Mia,” he mumbled into the skin of my neck.

He was only doing this so she would walk in and see. She’d tell Issy and my whole life would go up in flames. My best friend, the people I relied on like family. They would never see me the same way.

I pushed him away, hands on his chest. I was so easy. All he had to do was be the charming, handsome prince and save me from Jared for me to drop my panties.

“This was a mistake. The orgasmic haze is just about fading and, once your hard-on is gone, you’ll regret this, too.”

“You regret this?”

Yes. No.

His arrogant tone, the way he clearly believed it impossiblefor someone to not want him, balled my hands into fists.

“Yes,” I said, kneeling beside the bed to check if I’d thrown my phone under it.

My bra was tugged out of my back jeans pocket. He slid it out slowly and admired it, pulling on the tag to see my size. “Knew it,” he muttered to himself. “I’ll keep this until you realise the real mistake.”

“The real mistake?” I asked, absently crawling past the bed to look under a chest of drawers. I was hardly trying to find it, focusing on his voice.

“The real mistake is that we haven’t been doing this far longer.”

“This,” I repeated and rolled my eyes. Three beats passed. He hadn’t seen my eye roll. Or wasn’t going to punish me for it. “There is no this.”

“Why is Jack texting you?”

Damn it. He leaned over the drawers, my phone in his hand.

I used the knobs of the drawers to pull myself up and tried to snatch the phone back. He pulled it to his chest. “Why is Jack texting you?”

“We’re arranging our date.”

“Date?” he snorted. “You’re still going? On a date? With my friend?”

I’d never seen him so ineloquent. That was normally me.

“Yes.”

“After I made you come on my cock, you’re going to go and date my friend? You’re going to sleep with me at the same time?”

“I slept with you once!”

He gave a humourless laugh and stepped into my space, crowding me around the chest of drawers. “Like I said, you’llcome begging.”

I only shook my head.

Holding my phone out, he said, “Passcode.”

“No.”

“Tell me, type it in, before I guess and embarrass you.”

“So you can text Jack a picture of my bra like the child you were with Jared yesterday?”