Page 121 of Hateful Games

She sucks in a sharp breath when I spin her around. Her hands dropping to the vanity as she stares at our reflection in the mirror above the marble sink. Gaze widening, she rasps, “What are you doing?”

“Helping you out of this suffocating dress.” I raise my hand toward the thin lace when she captures my wrist.

“I can do it myself.”

“Were you able to get into it by yourself?” I raise one eyebrow amusedly.

“I had help.” Her gaze turns sheepish. “To save time.”

“Of course.” My tone is sarcastic. “Now I’m helping you.”

“What the hell do you know about women’s fashion?”

“Choking to death isn’t fashion.”

“Are you moonlighting as a stylist, now?”

“I would rather you don’t pass out from lack of oxygen,” I say before pursing my lips. “It won’t make a good headline that my wife was carried to the ER on her wedding night. I think giving them one is good enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your precious Bunny is breaking the bed as we speak.”

She shrugs innocently. “He loves jumping. I think it helps with his anxiety. The first time I tried to stop him, he got so scared and I lost all the progress I made with him.”

I narrow my eyes as she pulls out a trick from Stalling 101 and distracts me from my task. So, I stop her. “Rose.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re not fooling me.” Once again, I take hold of the string holding the knot when she stops me yet again.

“Miya can help,” she scrambles for an excuse. “I’ll call her.”

“No one touches you but me,” I darkly command, capturing her chin. “She’s preoccupied anyways.”

Subtle curiosity flashes in her dark eyes. “How did you even get rid of her?”

“You don’t quit, do you?”

She blinks innocently, acting as if she has no clue what I’m saying, and I scoff. Without waiting, I tug at the thin lace until it unknots.

“Nova.” Her low voice sounds a little scared.

“Stop being a stubborn little thing, Rose.”

“I’m not getting nake—”

Grabbing her throat, I shush her with a deep kiss. She gasps in utter shock and tries shoving me away. But one lick of my tongue across her lips, I taste her soft moan. The moment her body goes pliant as I devour her mouth and feed on her sweet flavor, I kiss her gently.

Inching my free hand toward the vanity, I grab the small scissors I saw and in one go cut through the zig-zag lace. Rosa’s hands fly to her chest when it loosens, close to falling and baring her tits I’m desperate to glimpse.

Her eyes are heavy-lidded while we’re both breathing hard.

“I warned you how I’ll shut you up if you argue with me.”

“Next time, I swear I’ll bite your tongue off.”

“I’m all for rough play, Rose.”

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