18. Another Man’s Name

Leonie

I was absolutely spent. We had one condom left.

I ran my hand between my legs only to wince at just how sore I was. The deepest sleep hadn’t managed to cure everything.

Dom was on my phone — clearly, he knew my dad’s birthday — looking at a little grey dot flashing on maps. His other arm was under my neck, his thumb brushing my shoulder in small strokes.

“Did Issy not come back?” I asked, half-dazed.

Though he was frowning at the screen, my voice was light and relieved. Because I knew I’d been so loud that she could have walked in and I wouldn’t have heard.

He shook his head. “She never listens to me.”

“She listened enough to send her location in the first place,” I told him, closing my eyes and wrapping an arm around his stomach, pushing myself further into him.

My head on his chest, he bent to kiss my hair. “And his driver’s licence.”

“Exactly,” I said.

“Did you look at the driver’s licence?”

I shook my head, enjoying my skin against his.

“Maybe you should have.”

Of course he had. The moment he threatened he would get Rocco to find her, I knew he wasn’t playing. I didn’t doubt he’d already sent the poor guy’s picture to his hackers to find out every last detail about him. That was probably how he found out Jared’s address that first time.

I rose and he lifted the phone to my eyeline. It was only a picture of the guy I’d spoken to at the bar for half an hour.

“What a cow,” I laughed and flopped back onto him.

But I felt his gaze on me. “You exchanged numbers. You must have liked him.”

I only shrugged. I didn’t.

He pulled me closer to him. “Next time, don’t try and make me jealous. Especially when drunk. I was going to tear off his fingers.”

“Because they touched me?” I asked, hooking my leg over his body. Cuddling into him, I could quite happily fall back asleep again.

“Do not give me that visual,” he grumbled. “Only my fingers will touch you.”

They did as he spoke, dragging them down my chest, between my breasts, running from one hip to the other.

My phone buzzed in his other hand. We both looked at it.

DEREK: Firdman’s hearing is in four months. Less time than we hoped. Write an impact statement and send it over to me when you can.

Dom didn’t say anything but I sighed deeply. “That’s going to be fun to write.”

“He’s the best person to help you though,” he said. “If anyone will get him to rot in there, it’s him.”

Derek wouldn’t rest until Firdman remained behind bars. Or was dead.

“Let me do something,” he begged. “Let him out and I’ll kill him, Leonie. I won’t give him an hour of freedom.”

I shook my head. “I told you, if anyone kills him, it’s me. I don’t… let’s not talk about it.”

Old Dom had always been protective, on the same par as my father. My heart beat faster. This wasn’t keeping things uncomplicated… this was pillow talk. Belov style.

“Want a distraction?” he murmured against my temple as his fingers travelled down past my hips. “How are you feeling this morning?”

“A little sore,” I understated, wriggling closer to him.

He ran a single, light finger down my core, parting me. No matter how sensitive I was, his touch still made me feel alive.

“Mm, let me help with that,” he said and gently rubbed against my clit. “Let me kiss it better.”

God, I didn’t know if I could let him. But as he climbed down my body, pressing small kisses into my skin, I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want to.

His tongue swirled against my clit, slow, soft, fucking sweet.

“I don’t—” I started as he pulled me down into his mouth. “I don’t know if I can—”

“You can come just once for me, Leo,” he said, the vibration of his words in my pussy. “I want nothing in return. This is just a thank you for last night.”

“A…” Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god. What was he doing with his tongue? He kept on lapping at the same part of my clit, over and over, building the pace from languid and lazy to lustful and liquid. “A thank you?”

I’d hardly done anything last night. I’d basically been the pillow princess he’d insulted me with the other day.

“I can spell it out for you with my tongue if you want.”

I breathed a laugh just as my phone beeped. I had to force myself to grab it instead of enjoying him.

ISSY: Please tell me Dom isn’t in? On my way back. Won’t be a few minutes.

“Shit, shit,” I gasped, partly from how he started to flick his tongue against me, partly from how he had to get the fuck off me and I had to clear up my clothes and panties from the living room, the hallway, my bloody bedroom door.

He lifted a hand to my stomach and forced me to lie back down, not removing himself from my pussy.

“Issy’s on her way back. She said she’s minutes—”

“Get up her location,” he ordered, replacing his tongue with his finger. “If you don’t want her to know, you have until she gets here to come on my tongue. I won’t be stopping until you do. Even if she’s in the doorway.”

“You want her to know?” I asked, outraged.

“I want to make you come,” he said, his voice low in frustration. “Now, little lion, lie the fuck back down.”

I did, tense as I watched the grey circle flashing closer and closer. She was minutes away.

“She’s too close,” I whispered.

He dragged his teeth across my clit and I whimpered.

“You’re not close enough,” he groaned and pressed against my entrance. “Are you too sore for me to fuck you with my fingers? I’ll be gentle.”

Really, probably, yes. But if he was going to be such a dick —

“Just—just do it.”

So slowly, too goddamn slowly seeing as we had a time limit, he pushed into me. He crooked his fingers and brushed the pads against my G-spot. I squirmed, screwing my eyes closed. He built a pattern, one brush, two brush, a lick of my clit. He sped up so fast that they all felt like the same motion, and within a minute, I was so close to coming undone because this man was insane. With each stroke, my whole body tightened.

His tongue, his fingers, damn, the way he wanted nothing in return.

I came with a shout of his name and, the waves still hitting me, I sat up, grabbed his beautiful face and pulled him up to kiss me, dizzy on the orgasm. “Inside me. Inside me now.”

He laughed into my mouth but my hand was already on his hard cock, pumping him with need.

“Now,” I muttered against his lips. “Now, Dom.”

He reached behind me as the blood gushing in my ears ceased and I heard the key in the door.

“Our clothes!”

He pressed a kiss into my cheek. “I brought them in after you passed out.”

Oh, thank god.

Panic over, I pulled him closer to me, his cock nudging my pussy. “Dom.”

“The bed’s too loud,” he whispered and shoved the pillows from behind me on the floor.

“Leonie,” Issy sang as she came into the flat, the rattle of her keys being thrown on the side. “Is Shithead in? His car’s still here.”

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 helping me stay 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 my mouth, 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 needed him to.

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!”

His boxers and top on, Dom bent to kiss me on the mouth and smiled, whispering, “Guess who’s going to hide in whose wardrobe now?”

The laugh that escaped me was horrifically dorky but I shoved him in that direction and shut the wardrobe with him grinning inside. I threw on a night dress, grabbed my phone, and opened my bedroom door.