Page 130 of Hateful Games

“Then go or did you forget how to walk and drive?”

“Need to drop you at your new home first, wife.”

“Hell,” she loudly grumbles into the pillow. “I’m in hell.”

About to be late if she doesn’t get going, I close the gap and with one pull, yank the blanket off to the side.

“Hey!” She jerks upright, pulling at the hem of her baby doll. “I could be indecent.”

“I’ve already seen your beautiful tits naked last night, sweetheart,” I tease with a smirk and drag my gaze down her curves. Fuck. Her body is made to sin. “Besides, I’m your husband.”

“As if I need a reminder.”

“I can remind you in more pleasant ways, if you’d like.”

“No, thank you.”

“You haven’t heard the options.”

“Not interested.”

“I could spread you and eat your pussy. Finger you while sucking on your hard nipples and make you come. My favorite and one you’ll love, tease your little clit with my piercing until you come with the friction alone. I know you’re aching to feel it, Rose. I might do all three one after the other, but that’ll defeat the purpose.”

Her nipples poke through the lace as she breathes hard. She licks her lips, unable to form words. Fingers clenching in the bedsheets, she murmurs, “Purpose?”

“Can’t have you falling asleep from how hard I pleasure you and make you feel boneless.” My tone drops an octave and turns dark. “I need to train your body for multiple orgasms without passing out, Rose. I won’t be satisfied with one.”

“Someone thinks highly of themselves.”

“If I make you come on my tongue, then I’m going to want another on my fingers. And more with your cunt clenching around my cock.”

Rising on her knees, her expression is mischievous and challenging as she tugs me closer by my tie to taunt, “Your mistake is assuming I don’t already know what that feels like, Nova.” Brushing her lips to my ear, she whispers, “Too bad you’ll never know.”

I hide my smile when she shoves me back and slips down from the bed.

Hypnotizing me with the sway of her hips, she locks herself in the bathroom.

While I’m distracted, I’m attacked by little paws. I look below at Fire, seconds away from humping his ass on my polished shoes. “Are you always this horny?”

“Grr… Woof!” comes his reply as I grab and put him at arm’s length.

“Not today.”

“Woof woof woof.”

I settle him on the bed. When he tries to jump, I order, “Sit.”

Surprisingly, he listens.

Maggie, feeling neglected, trots to me and nudges me once. I stare, confused, when she repeats the action, scratching my leg.

“She wants you to pet her,” a soft voice says.

I turn toward Rosalie, watching us raptly. Gazing back at Maggie, I bend and lightly scratch her ears, and she tilts her head into my palm. I do it again and she jumps.

“What does she want now?” I ask Rosalie.

“Pick her up and cuddle.”

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