Page 127 of Hateful Games

To let her explore my cock, with which she was equally part fascinated and intimidated by. It was written all over her dazed face. That look is seared into my brain.

Rosalie may not be as virtuous as she was eight years ago but she’s also not as familiar to dark desires as she may think. She has barely scratched the surface of the utter depravities I’ll demand and do to her until I’m all she craves. The salacious games I want to play with her mind and body.

To teach her the carnal bliss that comes from letting go of all her inhibitions.

Until she’s an addict to her basest urges.

Tonight, her reaction has proven what I always knew. That she’s not as immune to me as she pretends. She desires me but hates herself for it. Her vow to put us through this frivolous celibate hell is going to bite her in the ass when I finally get my hands on her.

I won’t rest until I’m her god that she bows down to.

Dressing in gray sweatpants, I pick up her wedding gown from the floor that she forgot in her hurry to escape and hang it in the corner. The wedding ceremony was sure unforgettable. Rosalie’s father’s pissy mood with her dressing in black and me in red was perfection.

Though nothing compared to the ethereal vision of Rosalie walking down the aisle toward me. A dark angel fallen straight from the gates of heaven.

I wouldn’t have cared if I had died right then and there, as long as she was the last thing I saw before I took my final breath.

Switching off the light to the bathroom, I reenter the bedroom. My gaze drifting straight to the figure huddled underneath the comforter on the left side of the bed. She has left the bedside lamp on, leaving a low glow in the room. I don’t turn it off, even though I prefer to sleep in complete darkness.

I’ve yet to solve the mystery behind her fear of darkness.

It’s not a simple case but something with a far deeper connection. It irks me that I don’t know it yet.

The low glow also illuminates the gray silhouette lying on the carpet near her side. Bunny lifts his head, instantly on alert as if I’ll pounce on his precious owner.

He isn’t wrong.

Ignoring him, I round the bed, careful not to stomp on the other two heathens as I search for their shape. A loud snore snaps my attention to my side of the bed, which is occupied by none other than them. Well, one of them. The humper has all four of his legs in the air and is sound asleep while Maggie’s head peeks from inside Rosalie’s blanket.

Jesus, they’ve all hijacked the entire bed.

I pinch the bridge of my nose contemplating whether to shift Fire. The hecticness of the entire weekend takes its toll. The ache in my joints outweighs my agitation to share a bed with a dog. Cautiously, I nudge the little monster. He stirs, stretches, and cozies against Rosalie.

Irrational jealousy flares.

Come tomorrow, I won’t allow this to be our sleeping arrangement at home.

With a huff, I lie down on my back with my arm over my eyes. As soon as I drift my eyelids shut, I’m out like a light. Despite the loud snores, mercy of the dogs.

Halfway through the night, something tickles my leg followed by a warm breath of air. I kick my feet before turning to my side. I assume it’s the blanket and try going back to sleep. Except, I’m tickled again and soft fur brushes my calf.

Cracking my eyes open, I try to make out what or who is disturbing me when suddenly, something hard slams into my back and then…

Thump.

I crash to the floor, face down onto the cold ground and I immediately lurch to my feet. Rubbing my nose, I’m relieved it isn’t broken. Peering down, I see the culprit is none other than Bunny—a more fitting name would be Devil.

Apparently, he felt lonely on the floor and decided to join our little slumber party on the bed. Happily kicking me off, he stretches and takes my place.

Hates human touch, my ass.

Meanwhile, my wife doesn’t stir. Although her face is no longer hidden. It’s turned to my side, lips parted cutely as she softly breathes with her hair fanned out on the pillow. Maggie cuddling in the crook of her arm. I watch them all for a minute before resigning.

Grabbing an extra pillow and my phone, I grumpily walk into the living room.

Exactly how Rosalie wanted.

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