Page 238 of Hateful Games

“Because I’m your fucking husband,” he roars.

His fingers tighten, stealing half of my air until I’m dizzy and drowning in his scent. Leaning down, he runs his nose along my jaw until his lips brush my ear. Biting until I whimper in pain, he pulls back in satisfaction.

Using his grip on my hair as leverage, he bends me over the dresser before wrenching down the hidden zipper expertly. I gasp when with a single hand, he rips my outfit in two. Kicking aside the torn pieces, he does the same to my bra.

My nipples harden.

Cool air caresses the tops of my thighs and my ass, which sizzles in anticipation.

I buck to dislodge his grip and he only pushes me down harder by pressing a hand between my shoulder blades.

Sting.

“Wha—” I yelp, more in surprise.

He spanks my ass again thrice in rapid succession. Each one stinging harder than the last. Arrogant sadist.

While I’m lost in the heat spreading over my skin, the next thing I know, he’s tearing off my thong. A betraying moan slips past my lips when his palm cups my pussy, his middle finger tracing the seam before sliding deeper.

“Fuck,” I curse.

Wrenching my head back, our eyes connect in the mirror as he stands tall behind my bent-over frame. His muscles bulging in aggression beneath his expensive suit.

His full lips are curled in an intense smirk that makes my pussy wet.

“I’m the only man who’s ever going to fuck you. The only man with the right to fulfil your every need, every desire, and all your fantasies.” He growls. The teasing way he was rubbing my slit now becoming rougher with each spoken word.

Sliding one thick finger in to the hilt, he rubs it right against my G-spot without fumbling for even a second. “You want this cunt filled and fucked until you can’t walk, it will be with my cock.”

Another finger in and a vicious thrust that makes my toes curl and gaze heavy-lidded in pleasure.

“You want to use a man to get your lust sated, you use my fingers, my tongue, and my cock.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.

My hips grind of their own accord, riding his fingers just like he commanded a second ago while pleasure floods my veins.

“And just when you’ve come as many times as I wish.” My rhythm stutters when I feel his thumb push against my asshole. “I’m going to fuck this ass too until I’ve spilled inside you. Until it’s messy with my cum running down your thighs.”

“Oh god… Nova!”

Pressing his hard cock against my sore ass, he finger fucks both my holes in a punishing speed until I rise on my toes to meet his thrusts just as eagerly. My orgasm so damn close I can almost taste it.

I forget how and what led to this moment except I want him to finish the fire he set and make me come.

“Every man around you is a dead man walking, wife. I catch you anywhere near one, you’d just be doing the inevitable. Unless you can sleep with no guilt, I suggest you don’t go near one and don’t let any near you, let alone mention them in my presence.”

The danger and violence emanating from his promise has my walls tightening around his fingers still banging me ruthlessly.

Turning the power behind my confident threat into dust.

And then they’re gone.

One second, I’m filled to the brim, and the next, I’m empty and cool air remains.

“What the fuck?” I yell, focusing on his reflection. My pussy pulses when I see him sucking his fingers that were just inside me.

Standing up, I face him.

“I would make it all happen but not today, dear wife. Had you asked nicely instead of manipulating me, I would have gladly given it to you, but now, I want to hear you beg. Until you do, you have your spicy books to keep your body satisfied. Which clearly isn’t enough,” he ends on a smirk.

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