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43. Show Me

Leonie

“No panties?” Dom’s voice was rough in my ear as he grabbed my ass. “Lie, say that was for me.”

“It was for the dress,” I laughed but as his touch found my clit, my laughter was interrupted by a gasp. I rasped, “I didn’t want panty lines.”

“Mm, you like that?” he asked, looking up at me with an arrogant smile.

I nodded enthusiastically, biting my bottom lip to stop the moan from escaping. “You know I do,” I said, voice tense before biting down again.

“No, no,” he said and I opened my eyes to see his other thumb brushing my lips. “Let me hear every noise, Leonie.”

As I looked around us, he picked up the pace of his touch, my hands falling to his chest. “Someone—someone might hear.”

“They might hear, might see,” he mumbled, voice low. “But I bet you’re far wetter at the prospect.”

If he just delved his finger slightly lower, he would know he was right. It wasn’t so much as other people seeing me, though I definitely wanted to explore that more. No, it was people seeing that Dom was mine.

“No underwear was very daring,” he said, his breath hot on my neck. “Say you only wanted me to know.”

“I’ve only ever wanted you,” I whispered back as, beneath me, he was unzipping his trousers. I helped to pull them down. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear that, to do this.”

Because hearing those words, I let myself believe them. It might have been the alcohol, the sea air, the humid summer night or my pure need for him to love me. But I believed him.

During sex before, I’d always been somewhat holding back, awkward.

But Dominic Belov loved me. Somehow that made this so different. Intimate.

“For you to become an exhibitionist?” he asked, shrugging off his shirt with a smirk.

“For this,” I said and moaned as I ran my pussy up and down his cock. “For you and me.”

Gripping my waist, he dragged me up and down his length, increasing my pace. “Show me. Show me how much.”

So I lifted myself and angled him to slide down his length. We let out twin moans as he filled me, thick and hot inside.

He lay back, watching me as I ground back and forth, letting him hit my walls and then — yes, fuck, right there.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I gasped, continuing to rock on him, already so close to falling. I was on the precipice when I opened my eyes and saw him wet his lip as he watched. I’d seen it in his eyes before, but never wanted to confirm it with a thought. I hadn’t wanted to give myself that hope. His eyes were filled with adoration.

“Use me,” he ordered. “Fuck me just how you want.”

And I did. We watched each other’s shallow breaths. I turned to jelly when he lifted his thumb to his mouth, licked it and reached down to my clit.

When he touched me, building the tension with my pace and his thumb, I threw my head back with a mangled cry, basking in my orgasm.

His hand traipsed gently up my arm as he talked me through it, making it all the sweeter. “That’s my good girl, clench around my cock. Fuck, Leonie.”

His hands tightened around my waist, his thumb still working and the second I rode out my climax, I was no longer rocking back and forth but up and down, breaths catching over the way he slid in and out of me, filling me so completely.

“Leonie, Leonie,” he groaned, head back on the sun lounger, eyes closed.

I leaned over for my hard nipples to skate over his chest, for him to hear my broken breaths, what he did to me every time.

“Watch me while I fuck you,” I demanded and his eyes opened an inch from my own.

“You are so beautiful,” he said against my lips. “And you’re all mine.”

I nodded, and moved faster, taking everything I wanted. “I’m all yours,” I moaned.

His hands slapped my ass, grabbing my cheeks hard and helping me ride him.

“Fucking hell,” he grunted, but I cut him off from saying anything more as I pressed my mouth to his, swallowing his moan as I felt him stiffen and his warmth flood my centre.

Then I did something I had never done before. It wasn’t a conscious decision, more instinct. I leaned over and littered his face with pecks.

He laughed, his smile beaming as he took them. “You’re weird, Leonie Lion.”

“The weirdest,” I agreed, placing the last one on his nose.

I sat up again, my palms on his chest.

His hands ran up my forearms as he looked up at me. “You’re coming home with me. Back to mine.”

He didn’t have to say it, I’d known it was true the second I’d seen the note that came with my dress.

“And then,” he said, watching his fingers travel up my goosebumps, “we can go back to Osburn and you can stay with me and Ghost or we can stay at yours.”

Staying with Dom, day and night, eating together, sleeping together…

My chest tightened.

“Until Issy comes back?”

“Until Mum and Dad’s anniversary.”

Two weeks.

“I know you’re scared,” he said and tilted my chin to look at him. “This way I’m hoping we can go through your fears and quash them one by one. I’m in this for the long haul, Leo.”

“And we’ll tell people when we come back for the party?”

He nodded. “I love the thought of keeping you all to myself but I think I love the idea of people knowing about us far more. I am so confident in us, Leo, that I’d walk in there and announce it right now.”

At the sound of voices not far, I ducked further down to lie across him. The movement made him slip free from me.

“But we will do this when you are ready,” he said firmly. “Not before. I’ll appease Mia in the meantime.”

“Appease?” I asked, my brows high with jealousy.

His smirk was devilish. “I’ll let her have Ghost for a weekend.” When my brows didn’t shift, he released a short laugh. “You do realise it has always been you, don’t you?”

I shook my head, resting my chin on his chest. His fingertips brushed my side. “You shouldn’t have to appease her. I threatened to drown her in the middle of the ocean.”

His movements paused before his chest rose up and down in a laugh. “God, Leo, you’ll have me hard again.”

I swatted him half-heartedly. “She told me you were already bored of me.”

There were a few seconds of silence before he said, “If I confess something, promise me you’ll still see me as the strong, scary, future mafia lord?”

“I promise,” I agreed easily.

As the voices got closer, he reached down to the pile of our clothes, draped my dress over my ass and then his shirt over my back.

“Tell me,” I begged.

When he met my eyes again, he said, “The night I got with Mia, I overheard you telling Issy you loved Jared, he was asking about diamond rings and you were looking at buying a house. I thought then that it was over for us. I thought you were happy with him. I chose her in the hopes you would see and that your jealousy would bring us together.”

If only he knew.

“That was… how long have you…”

“That night,” he began, his glance away awkward as he brought up my father’s death, “I was coming over to tell you I was in love with you. I told Dad that day that I loved you.”

“That was ten years ago, Dom.”

The people were now only metres away, passing a couple of sun loungers behind us. He dragged my dress off me, rolled it up and gently pulled it over my head.

He straightened it and tugged it around my hips, where it was far tighter. “God damn,” he muttered, eyes roving my body. Then he rocked me over his once again hard cock.

“You’re insatiable,” I laughed and bent to kiss him before standing and shimmying the dress down further.

“For you,” he said with a nod.

Coming from anyone else, I would have cringed. For him, I just picked up his boxers and waved them in the humid air to rid them of sand before placing them on the lounger. He’d already done up his shirt. Mostly.

While he dressed, I surveyed the beach. When I had come out here, it had been dead. Now, there were multiple groups down the shoreline. Had they seen us? Had they known who we were?

When it came to him, every rational thought vanished. I was hellbent on being the one to tell Issy, but I wasn’t very good at being secretive when it came to this man.

“I’ll go and wash up,” I said when he took my hand. He held my shoes in his other.

He snorted. “No, you won’t. I want my cum dripping out of you as you walk across that party and into my car. I want you to kiss goodbye to your little date, knowing you’ve just been fucked by me and I’m going to fuck you even harder as soon as we’re back in my flat.”

“I don’t want to kiss him,” I said, disgusted he would even suggest such a thing.

“Right answer.” He placed his palm on the small of my back and guided me over the decking, back towards the house. The deep bass of the music echoed against the palm trees. “I’ll grab your suitcase from your room. Meet me in the jag.”

“My shoes—”

“You’re normally barefoot by this point of the night,” he said as if he didn’t just know such a minute detail about me at these events. That I hadn’t attended for nearly two years. “It won’t go unnoticed, but it won’t be surprising.”

I looked at him then and he looked down, our eye contact told me he knew. His gentle scratching of my back just confirmed it.

“You only ever take your shoes off when you’re on the beach or drunk,” he said. “You’re always wearing something on your feet.”

The glass.

When I’d stepped on the glass and cut my feet, he’d been the one to help take out the shards.

He was right. I was never without something close to hand.

Despite groups of people smoking on the grounds, some of whom waved over at Dom, he didn’t let go of me or my heels.

My nerves grew from small little caterpillar flutters to roaring moths in my ribcage.

I was a bad person.

At the glass doors, he helped me into my shoes then bent to whisper in my ear, “See you on the other side. Don’t keep me waiting.”

And his parting gift was pulling on my earlobe with his teeth, forcing my eyes to roll back. By the time my gaze was righted, he was gone.

I really was a bad person.

I had no loyalty to Sam and he certainly had no loyalty to me. We just fucked. But even I knew leaving a date to go and fuck someone you were trying to make jealous the whole time was… not a classy move.

I was a bitch.

I’d used men for years. Not just Jared.

Maybe that’s why Dom and I could work. I was good for him, but I wasn’t inherently good. Neither was he.

We both used people to get what we wanted.

Keeping my thighs together so I didn’t leak everywhere — gross — I shuffled across the dancefloor to where Sam was still at the casino table with his friends from school.

“I’m going now,” I said, leaning on his shoulder.

He turned to face me with a frown. Not one of judgement but more concern as he tried to figure me out. “Going?”

I gave a nod, glancing at the archway through to the foyer.

Sam turned back to the table and said quietly, “I’m here for when he fucks it up. When, not if, Leo. You’ve needed to get him out of your system for years. Do it, but call me when it’s done.”

“What?” I hissed, checking no one around the table could hear. “You can’t be serious, Sam. You’re the one who took photos of me and showed the fucking boys at school. His first glance of me naked was because of you!”

His brows pinched and then he looked down at his hands in his lap. “Fuck. I… Jesus, Leo. That was ten years ago. I was a prick. A complete prick. But I wouldn’t dream of—”

And for the last ten years, I’d been wise to always keep my face out of the nudes I sent him. I’d known.

“Fuck you, Sam. Watch your fucking back and don’t text me again.”

He went to speak, his eyes pleading but I just shook my head. He stood, downed his drink, left his chips and walked to the bar.

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