Page 122 of Hateful Games

“Ugh… you’re so…”

“Shameless?” I repeat her earlier taunt with a smirk. I bop her cute nose with my finger. “I already told you the answer to that, wife.”

She shoves me with one hand while holding her torn dress with the other arm. I step back just to see what she’ll do next. And I’m not surprised when she strides toward the door to flee.

I follow and cage her against it with my front to her back. Running my finger up her naked back, I part her dress until goosebumps rise on every inch I explore. She shudders violently when I uncurl my hand near the twin dip in her ass and caress teasingly.

Bringing my mouth to her ear, I demand, “Did I say you can leave?”

“I don’t need your permission,” comes her sharp response.

“In the bedroom, I make the rules.”

“You can make them,” she says, twisting her head sideways. “Doesn’t mean I’ll follow.”

“Then I’ll discipline you until you learn.”

A telling shiver courses down her spine but her mouth lies, “I’ll never bow to you.”

“Let go of your dress, Rose.”

“Stop touching me, Nova.”

“I’ll know your tempting body inside and out,” I vow in a guttural tone. “Tonight, I only want to see every lush curve I own. Every inch of you that belongs to me. Until you do, I’m not letting you go.”

Spinning her around, I circle her throat that never fails to make her submit. Her pupils dilate while her lips part as she breathes in oxygen. As though she’s suddenly short of it.

I press on her pounding pulse. “Now.”

She drops her arms. The sparkling dress a puddle at our feet. My already rock-hard cock throbs beneath my fly at the first sight of her naked tits. I run my tongue over my teeth as I commit the shape of her suck-worthy breasts, the color of her dark brown nipples against a naturally tanned skin, to my heart.

Her waist is a work of art, even as her piercing steals my sole focus.

My gaze stops between the juncture of her thighs, hiding my soon-to-be favorite part of her luscious body beneath a black thong with a damp spot in the center.

I want to claim her pussy as much as I want my next breath.

I’m already going through withdrawals.

“You’re perfect, Rose,” I rasp, meeting her bold and prideful gaze. She isn’t the least bit bothered by her semi-naked state and her sexy confidence is like a drug.

“If you’re done having your fill, let go.”

“You’re naïve if you think I’ll ever completely have my fill of you.” Tilting her head back, I suck her bottom lip before she has a chance to protest and growl, “I have an insatiable appetite. And you’re my only meal.”

“Then be prepared to starve to death.”

Chuckling, I step back.

Giving me a haughty look, she brushes past me to grab a sexy nightgown she brought with her, which I hadn’t noticed. My eyes are glued to her firm backside as it sways. The thong a useless barrier and enticing me to spank the ass cheeks.

It’s when she covers it with a sexy little lacy number that my attention is pulled back to her face as she looks over her shoulder. Flicking her red mane down her back, she turns toward me. Again, the baby doll is pointless because I can make out her nipples poking against the soft material.

The hem grazing the tops of her thighs, making her legs look like a mile long.

“Your clothes are contradicting your words, Rose.”

It will take gargantuan restraint to not have her writhing beneath me. I don’t think I can survive the night without exploring the treat that is my wife.

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