Page 50 of A Lethal Game of Trust

Those were weak threats in comparison to what she was capable of.

“Don’t tease me,” I said, my voice caressing her jaw as I nuzzled her cheek with my nose. She swallowed. “Come on, lioness. Show me what you’re made of.”

She was frozen stiff as I ran my hands over the bare skin of her back.

“Issy—Issy could come down.”

“Mm, she could. Do you still like the thought of people watching?” I asked into her neck. “Do you like the thought of being unattainable to all those awful men upstairs? Let me fuck you right here, up against this wall.”

Her breath caught as my hand ran from her shoulder to her throat.

On one of our trips to the cove late at night, we’d seen a couple having sex on the sand. We’d watched on the half-wall from the car park down to the beach.

“Do you like watching?” I’d asked her over the sound of the waves. “Do you watch porn?”

“Occasionally,” she said, not blushing or squirming as I expected her to. “This, though, is…”

“Not fake.”

“Not fake,” she parroted with a nod. “We shouldn’t be watching.”

“They know the risks. They know people will see.”

“I guess that’s exciting, isn’t it?” she said, voice raspy as she watched the dark silhouettes. She was leaning into my side, her hair smelling of coconuts. “People knowing. People seeing.”

“It’s called exhibitionism,” I told her and when she lookedup, I gave her a purposely cringe wink, mouth cocked open and all. “For your search later.”

She snorted, turning back to watch them. “Maybe that’s what I’ll be. An exhibitionist.”

And that day could be today.

“Do you still regret earlier? Do you regret how I made this pussy weep for me?” I cupped her as I asked, holding back from passing her knickers. “How much you enjoyed choking on my cock? You regret that?”

She shook her head, widening her stance for me to have better access.

“Answer me.”

My hand tightened around her throat as she hesitated. She let me pretend to have power over her. We both knew if she wanted me off, I’d be off, probably crying in pain. Like Jared earlier.

Fuck, that had been amazing.

“I—I don’t.”

“Don’t what, Leonie?” I asked and bit her earlobe, pulling it taught.

She swallowed, wriggling so I would continue to play with her through her thong.

“I don’t regret it.”

“Mmmm,” I moaned and sucked on the skin in my mouth. I released her lobe with a pop. “Are you going to lie to me again?”

“N—No,” she stuttered. “Take me home.”

“And what will happen when we get home?” I asked, quickly looking down the dark corridor before shoving my hand down her top to grope one of her tits. I wanted to suck her nipple into my mouth.

“I’ll beg you to forgive me for lying, for being a brat,” she breathed, eyes closed as she let herself enjoy my toying. “I want a long, hard session now.”

No matter how much I wanted to hold off, my fingers dipped past her panties to drag along her wet folds. I needed to sink in them, I needed to get into her warmth.