Page 166 of Hateful Games

Later I returned to his room, hoping he would’ve fallen asleep but no, he was waiting. Despite my resistance, he forced me to change into his college hoodie. It was like being wrapped in a blanket on a chilly winter night.

You didn’t put up much of a fight.

Wisely, he didn’t mention my meltdown. I was so tired and worn out, I was out like a light. Except, my subconscious sort him out from the other end of the bed. Not wanting to see his smug smile, I pretend to sleep and untangle from him.

Do I succeed? Nope.

“I know you’re awake, Rose.” His voice is gruff and sexy.

I feign my useless act.

I shriek when he flips me flat onto my back and shoves my arms over my head, straddling my hips. His very large and hard cock pulses against my lower abs. A slow grind and I’ll finally know what he feels like against my pussy. That piercing haunting me still.

“Morning, wife,” he murmurs, licking his lips salaciously as his eyes roam over me covered in his hoodie. “Why didn’t I make you wear my clothes before? You look so fucking sexy.”

I blush.

My reaction turns his gaze primal in male pride. The messy hair falling onto his forehead only making his sinful features more predatory. His room is cocooned in semi-darkness and I feel trapped. Cornered.

My pulse skyrocketing.

“You’re going to kiss me, aren’t you?” I whisper, our breaths mingling.

An intoxicating smile splits his lips and he nuzzles my nose with his. “And you’ll kiss me back, won’t you?”

Without waiting for my answer, his mouth descends on mine. His tongue demanding entry. There’s no finesse or seduction. His hungry lips are feral and harsh as they take my lips in a hard kiss. His aggressiveness and no-holds-barred dominance tears a moan from deep inside me.

He doesn’t stop there.

Grabbing the hem of his hoodie, he wrenches it up and pushes it over my naked breasts. My wrists are still captive in his one hand. His teeth nip my lips, making my back arch until my nipples drag against his chest. The hair on his pecs causing a delicious friction.

He’s all man underneath his suave suits.

It does something to me.

I buck underneath him when his lips drag down my neck, leaving a wet trail of hickeys. He’s rough as he bites down and sucks harshly. I should stop this madness because his intentions aren’t pure and my resistance is in a puddle at his feet.

Our mouths mate again. He’s drugging my senses with every stroke of his wicked tongue. Mimicking what he’ll do to my pussy, if given the chance.

“Grab the headboard,” he orders.

My lips feel swollen when I lick them and stare at him befuddled, as if he’s speaking in a foreign language. His fingers twist my nipple punishingly when I don’t immediately obey. Remembering his spanking from yesterday, I scurry to stretch my arms and do as he says.

“Good girl,” he praises. If my panties weren’t soaked before, they are now. “Don’t let go unless I allow you to.”

“No fucking,” I tell him.

“Not up to you.”

I lower my arms, ready to push him off. His lips twist in displeasure and I swallow the urge to say sorry, hating the sight of him disappointed with me. Too late because in the next breath, he’s pushing my hands back into position and securing it with his tie.

Has he been keeping it handy all this time?

The little smirk on his face says yes.

Sitting back on his haunches, he casually runs his gaze down my half-naked and bound body. My stomach tightens when he trails his finger from the column of my throat, down between my heaving breasts, to the top of my abs and down to my belly piercing.

“Nova,” I whimper, as he circles it and tugs.

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