Page 13 of Deadly Little Games

Turning my back on Lucas, I lift my top over my head and drop my shorts. I lift the silk dress, exposing the elegantblack lace bra and thong with tags hanging off them that perfectly complement it. Who on earth has these kinds of things hanging around?

Shaking my head, I remove my old, worn cotton bra and underwear that I’ve had for way too long and replace them with the lacy set. There’s no way I’m wearing my old pair in this dress. I pull the dress over my head and shimmy into it. The garment fits snugly, accentuating my curves, but I’m cautious as I take a seat, hoping it won’t rip.

I pick out a set of silver heels, holding them up to admire them for a moment before I place them on the floor and slide my feet into them. The shoes are a perfect fit, although I’m unsure if I can walk in them, but I’ll give it a try.

The water turns off and a few moments later, Lucas walks out with a towel around his waist, water dripping from his blond hair down his neck and chest. Gripping the bed linen, my fingers ache with the desire to trace their way down his sculpted torso. I can’t even remember the last time I got laid. I’m flooded with memories of that unforgettable night with Gage one year ago. The hate fuck that almost ruined my relationship with my best friend for fucking her brother. Ever since that night, Amirah has been throwing countless guys my way, but none of them interest me. I don’t want them. It’s annoying as fuck. I don’t want Gage to have any control over me, but my body still reacts to him.

With a purposeful stride, Lucas makes his way across the room until he towers over me, his erect cock at eye level. My gaze instantly locks with his, and I’m met with that familiar playful smirk. From somewhere in the house, pulsating beats of loud bass start up, and the bed beneath me practically trembles.

“I’ve always thought hood pussy tastes sweeter than theelite. Why don’t you lie back and let me have at it?” he suggests, gently running his fingers along my jaw.

I take a deep, shaky breath, feeling a rush of excitement that dampens my panties at the idea of him eating me out. Fuck.

“You think you can have anything you want,” I say, and I hate the tremor in my voice.

“I don’t think.” He laughs, low and sinister. “I know.”

“You can’t have me.” Danger sends a pulse to my pussy.

“I know, little thorn.” His fingers move from my jaw, down the column of my throat, and linger on the swell of my breasts. “There’s something... special about you.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” I try to laugh it off.

Fire flashes in his eyes. “Trust me.” He runs his fingers over my breast and my nipple pebbles. “I don’t.”

I should fight this—I should. But he’s so damn fine, and something about how wrong this is makes it feel so right.

He kneels, positioning himself between my legs, they naturally spread apart slightly until I feel the tight pull of the dress, and I instinctively lean back onto my elbows. As he bends forward, I can feel the gentle pressure of his chest against mine. His stiff cock brushes against the soft silk.

There’s a loud knock on his bedroom door, then it opens not a moment later, Lucas curses.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

His voice turns my damp panties dry. The moment our eyes connect, a chill runs down my spine as if Gage’s glare has the power to extinguish my existence.

Chapter Five

Gage

Fifteen minutes earlier

Fuck Lucas. He was supposed to meet me down at the docks to deal with a shipment and some useless workers, but he ghosted me and didn’t even bother picking up his damn phone. I had to deal with those useless members myself.

I reach into my glove box and grab another wipe, using it to carefully clean the blood off my knuckles. I hate getting my hands dirty; that’s why I’m so mad. As I discover more on my steering wheel, my chest tightens, and a heavy weight bears down on me. Fucking gross.

As long as I remain untouched by blood, I have no qualms about eliminating my enemies with my firearm. However, tonight presented a challenge as I found myself facing a group of five on my own. You have no choice but to get your hands dirty to get out of a situation like that.

I pick up my phone and quickly send a text to Phillip, my personal assistant. He responds right away, promisingto pick up and clean my car from Lucas’s. At least I can rely on him, not my so-called best friend.

Lucas’s house comes into view, along with his car in the driveway. So he is here, along with a swarm of other people pulling up in gowns and suits. Fuck, I forgot about the stupid ball. Why does my best friend love to party so damn much? Could this day get any worse? All I want to do is bury myself in a bottle.

I drive my car straight into the underground garage and park it there, so no one messes with my Bentley Mulliner Batur. Only Phillip is allowed, and even the thought of him in it makes my skin crawl.

I brush off the staff and take the elevator up to Lucas’s floor. When I open his bedroom door, I freeze. The moment our eyes lock, a wave of blood floods my head, intensifying the connection. What the fuck isshedoing here in Lucas’s bedroom? And why is he naked in between her legs?

The girl who won’t leave my every fucking thought. The girl who blew my fucking mind. The girl who I vowed to never see again after I tried to protect her, put her before The Brotherhood, and paid the ultimate price for it. Yeah, I fucking hate her, and now here she is again—underneath my best friend.

Lucas remains perfectly still, his lips curling into a subtle smirk. He’s dead.

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