Page 126 of Hateful Games

No warning, he leans ever so close in my personal space. I swallow when his breath teases the skin of my collarbone, effectively shutting my mouth. I’m left momentarily frozen until I realize he’s freed my wrists. Just like that morning, he rubs the inner side with his thumb before withdrawing away from me. Stepping back until he’s no longer looming over me, he crosses his arms.

I stare at him, dumbfounded, fighting the urge to drool over his hard and powerful physique while unable to digest he let me go until he flicks his wrist impatiently.

“Go on, I’m waiting.”

My mind connects the dots and I glare. Hastily, I pull at the dazzling engagement diamond ring and screech, “Oww!”

Looking down, I see droplets of blood and a tiny angry white line. Frowning, I slowly tug at it and swallow the bite of pain. My head snaps to my husband, a sadistic gleam in his brown gaze.

“It will draw blood and leave a scar if you ever try to take it off, Rose,” he confesses unapologetically. “Cost me a fortune to have the secret feature added but so worth it.”

My gothic and dark-romance-loving heart would swoon if I didn’t hate him. Instead, my mouth drops in horror, and I growl, “You unhinged psycho.”

“Your unhinged psycho.”

Scrambling down from the counter, I promise him, “I’ll find a way to remove it.”

“No jewelry store is allowed to touch you or that ring without my orders, wife,” he reveals as though he is the dictator of my life. “I dare you to try.”

My comeback dies on my tongue when his hands move to his narrow waist. Before my mind can stop, my gaze follows the movement and time stands still when he lowers his boxers in one go.

Oh fuck.

He. Is. Pierced.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The rumors didn’t fucking lie. Well, except for the thrilling piercing. I stagger back a step at the sight of his enormous cock for the first time. And he isn’t even fully hard, yet it runs along his thigh. The barbell glinting and making my clit throb.

I must look like I’m going to faint any second now.

I wasn’t prepared for this.

What sane woman can ever be?

Forget about his intimidating girth, that Prince Albert piercing should come with a warning. Never in a million years could I have imagined him having a pierced cock. Yes, I knew he is an adrenaline addict but to this extent—it’s the shock of my life.

Why am I not looking away?

“You—uh—tha…” I stutter, incapable of speech. Breathing hard, I shake my head. I’m seconds away from combusting into flames or dying from blushing too hard. Avoiding glancing at his face, I run out of the bathroom like my ass is on fire.

Otherwise, curiosity will dictate my actions where I’ll beg for a feel.

His low chuckle follows, leaving trembles in its wake.

Chapter Thirty-four

Nova

The ten-minute-long cold shower does nothing for my aching dick.

That will be a permanent state around my wife, I’m certain of it.

My mind is stuck on Rosalie’s innocent and wide-eyed expression. The redness on her cheeks, matching her long tresses. The bottom lip trapped between her perfect teeth. She had never looked so naïve, curious, and pure like my own virgin Mary.

It was sweet agony to restrain myself from yanking her closer.

Kiss her before making her kneel at my feet and submit her into worshipping me.

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