Page 128 of Hateful Games

My morning alarm goes off at four-thirty but I’m already wide awake. I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night, tossing and turning on the too-small-for-my-frame couch. My mood is extra grumpy despite being an early bird.

I blame the damn dogs for besting me.

Sitting with my head between my hands, I take a deep breath before standing up. Grabbing my phone, I go through my emails and reply to the important ones. There’s a reminder for an online conference meeting at seven, which means I need to hurry if I want to reach the office on time after dropping Rosalie at our place.

The weekend festivities have already put me behind schedule.

I don’t like to be away from work unless absolutely necessary. Every second is valuable despite delegating to my departmental heads. After last year’s fiasco, I’ve become extra vigilant and nothing happens without my approval. I keep track of all the transactions as well as the ins and outs of the company.

Our iron and steel export business took a major hit after the confidential contract got leaked to our competitor who undercut us with lower prices. It created more chaos when other clients got wind of it and wanted to renegotiate their contracts.

It was a goddamn disaster and took me over six months to fix.

The worst part—the leak is still unknown. An inside job. There was no trace of it. Something I’ve kept under wraps. Fortunately, there hasn’t been any further suspicious activity.

However, as I see a text from my cyber security head asking to get in touch with him for something urgent, my hackles rise because I know it can’t be for anything good.

Throwing my phone on the couch, I stride toward the bedroom to shower and get ready before waking up Rosalie. Bunny trots down the hallway, meeting me halfway. We stand in a stare-off.

I cross my arms and glare at him accusingly. “Bunny.”

He growls, lips pulled back over his sharp canines.

“I didn’t do anything to you, you bastard.”

He barks, going grrr…

“I’m so going to have you eating by the palm of my hand, grumpy monster.”

I swear he gives a sarcastic woof before marching past me to probably create ruckus or jump on the couch.

Now, off to the other two.

Flinging open the door, I stop short. Forgetting about hurrying up, I lean against the doorframe to soak in the deliciously sexy view. Somewhere during the night, Rosalie has kicked the blankets off completely and is now lying on her stomach.

A decent man would look away while she lies in a vulnerable state.

But my morals went out the window the moment she became mine.

Perhaps they never existed when it came to her.

One strap of the baby doll has fallen down her shoulder while the hem has ridden above her round ass. A perfect handful and plump enough to spank without worrying about hurting her. I only intend to bring her pleasurable pain.

When I fuck her, I’m going to start my mornings by waking her up with my cock in her pussy. I’m going to restrain her with one arm around her slender shoulders and my other hand around her throat as I fuck her slow and deep. The moment she’ll stir and moan my name, I’ll pound into her until she’s hoarse from crying and begging for more.

I won’t be able to leave the house without knowing she’s dripping with my cum.

Or with her taste on my tongue.

Fuck, thinking about it isn’t helping matters to my hard cock demanding attention. Jacking off when the object of my desire is within touch is a pity substitute. To add to my misery, she turns on her back. I all but die from blue balls when my hungry gaze locks on her bare breast, spilling over the plunging neckline.

Either awake or not, Rosalie’s always trying to kill me.

Not thinking twice, I let my feet carry me to her side. Her chest rises and falls with even breaths while her nipple hardens in the cool air of the room. Her silky long tresses caress the sides of her face.

Rosalie is the kind of beautiful that stops you in your tracks and jolts you with electricity. You want to memorize every feature because none other will compare. Because it’s as close to an angel as you’ll see on earth.

One with too many murdering fantasies in her pretty little head.

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