Page 130 of Trick Shot

I add pressure, dragging my fingers inside her until her back arches and her hands fly to my shoulders.

“Yes!” she gasps.

“Yeah?” I kiss her jaw, nipping the skin. “You wanna test out your new chair, baby?”

She nods again, lips parted, eyes glassy.

Somewhere behind me, there’s an odd sound. A sharp shuffle and a sharp intake of air.

Melody’s eyes slide to the source and widen, a shocked gasp escaping her lips. My head snaps toward the door, and my heart tanks.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Dom.

He’s standing in the doorway, chest rising and falling with slow, lethal fury.

His eyes lock on mine, then flick lower—catching the way Melody’s legs are tense against me, the way her breath is ragged, my body pressed flush to hers.

He can’t see my hand. But there’s no mistaking what I’ve been doing.

Melody lets out a strangled gasp, eyes wide with horror, completely frozen.

He doesn’t move as the air turns to fire.

I shift, pulling my hand away and keeping my back to him, blocking his view, angling myself to shield her completely.

“Dom—” Melody chokes out, voice thin and trembling.

He doesn’t look at her. He only sees me like I’m the only target. Like I’ve murdered him.

And then he opens his mouth to speak, and what comes out is a voice so calm and lethal, it might as well be poison.

“Get your fucking hands off my sister.”

Chapter twenty

~MELODY~

I can’t breathe.

Dominic’s silhouette fills the doorway like a final verdict. His fists are clenched so tightly I can see the veins running up his forearms. His chest heaves, his eyes still locked on Jace, wild and unblinking.

Jace steps in front of me to shield me while I scramble off the bench. I tug my dress down with shaking fingers, my face burning. I can still feel the phantom press of Jace’s hand between my thighs and his breath on my neck.

Dom’s voice slices through the tension like a blade.

“We’re leaving.” His voice cuts. “Let’s go.”

He doesn’t look at me. His eyes never leave Jace, but the command is mine to obey.

“Dom, listen.” Jace steps forward, calm and steady.

“This isn’t a conversation.” Dom’s tone is sharp and final. He finally looks at me, and I hate the look in his eyes. “I said let’s go.”

My spine straightens on instinct. My breathing is shallow, and my legs are still trembling from the edge Jace had me teetering on just moments ago.

But this is a different kind of edge.