Page 116 of Hateful Games

“Did you really have to kiss me like that?” I snap to my new husband in a low whisper.

“Yes. I was laying my claim in case any man had a lingering doubt.” He doesn’t lose his smirk as he tilts his head my way. “Not my fault you also looked good enough to eat. Be glad that’s all I did.”

“Shameless.”

“I reserve it for you.” Tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear, he murmurs, “Wouldn’t want my stunning wife to be jealous.”

“Well, don’t.”

“Too late.”

“I swe—”

He shuts me up with a kiss. The very thing I was complaining about. Taking advantage of the fact we’re in public. His thumb presses on my jaw, opening my mouth for his waiting tongue and locking it with mine. His head slants as he sucks my bottom lip between his teeth and tugs before pulling back.

“Because you keep reacting like this that makes it hard to resist, wife.”

“I’m just acting.”

He bends and kisses me again.

I kick at his shin under the table. He backs away with a warning look. Filled with mild amusement. His mouth glistening from our kiss. It tilts into a panty-melting smirk.

“Stop it,” I breathlessly scold.

“No.”

Grabbing my throat, he takes my lips captive under his again. This time it’s a longer kiss that draws a moan from my chest. I succumb to his mouth before realizing what I’m doing.

I pinch his thigh.

He doesn’t budge and kisses me harder. Biting my lip for extra measure, stalking his claim like a savage.

“You’re enjoying this too much.”

“I plan to enjoy much more than your sassy mouth, wife.”

“I hate you.”

“Yet you keep kissing me back.”

“I do not.”

He bends again but I stop with a finger to his lips. He bites the tip with a smirk. I narrow my eyes suspiciously.

“You’re acting weird.” I scowl. “It’s unsettling.”

“How so?” His tone is casual while giving his relatives a smile when they say something to him from across us.

“Why do you keep kissing me when you hate me?”

“I can hate you and still want to kiss you, Rose.” His gaze darkening while a lock of his hair falls onto his forehead. A muscle tics in his jaw. “In fact, it’s all I’ve thought about all these years like a fiend. I either want to shut you up with a kiss or fuck you into submission. Now, I can do both, and I will. So, you might as well know my intentions.”

Only a few hours of being his wife, I’m already witnessing a layer of his that he hid like a sheep in a wolf’s clothing. How many surprises does he have in store for me?

And why the hell are my panties damp at his arrogant promise?

He sounds so sure like it’s a foregone conclusion I’ll spread my legs for him. And why? Because he’s my husband and that gives him free rein over my body? I want to laugh at his silly delusion.

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