Page 149 of Hateful Games

“Let’s fuck and make up.”

His fingers edge to the waistband of my shorts and I grasp his hands just before they make contact. Daring to meet his eyes, I murmur, “I’m too mad at you.”

“Hate fuck it is, my wife,” he rasps thickly.

“No fucking of any kind.”

His cock twitches against my ass when I say fucking. I become scared and turned on when his grip becomes impossibly tighter and he looks close to losing control. I only have a second before his hand flies to grab the back of my neck and yanks me down.

“I’ll settle for a kiss,” he growls before smashing his lips against mine and savagely thrusting his tongue inside my pliant mouth. Threading his fingers in my hair that falls around us in a curtain, he makes me his willing captive.

The kiss is nothing like the past ones.

It’s harsh.

Feral.

A claiming.

I’m out of breath and my sanity when he pulls back after a painful bite to my bottom lip. Sharply tugging my hair until I whimper, he speaks against my swollen mouth, “Only for now, though. You’re playing a very dangerous game, Rose. Denying me your sweet cunt and making me wait isn’t going to make me lose interest or have me chasing another woman. You’re it for me. The one. Mine. Your name might as well be tattooed on my dick.”

I almost come from his possessive claim.

Moving me from his lap to the side, he rises from the bed and walks into the bathroom.

I slump flat on the mattress and stare at the ceiling, dumbfounded. The butterflies retuning like a vengeance. I’m way out of my depth here. Nova is pulling at every string attached to my heart.

The dark.

The weak.

The filthy.

It won’t be long before he’s controlling them all with an iron hold. So, how do I stop it?

***

Nova is still hovering downstairs in the kitchen, scrolling on his iPad with a dark scowl when I come after taking a long bath in the Jacuzzi tub. Silly me for thinking I’d get rid of him that easily.

“Do you always go to the office late?” I breezily ask, pretending as if his earlier words aren’t still circling in my head on a loop. Or that the sight of him in a custom-made three-piece Brioni suit doesn’t cause a stutter in my steps. “Kinda sets a bad example for the employees.”

“Since dinner was ruined, I was hoping for a pleasant breakfast.”

I glance toward the dining table and it’s decorated with a wide array of fruits, toast, and coffee. Just the way I like it. When I flick my gaze back to him, his eyes are roaming down my short summer dress with the bare back to the top of my ass. The air crackles with electricity and sizzling tension as they linger on my breasts.

I’m rethinking forgoing a bra.

His eyes, which match the color of his tie, flick to my lips when I ask, “You made breakfast?”

Discarding his tablet on the kitchen island, he crosses the distance until we’re only standing a breath away. “Yes. Why do you look surprised?”

“Because you look like a man who has an errand boy for everything.”

“Sorry to disappoint you.” I open my mouth for a perfect sassy response but he shushes me with a finger to my lips. “I can do without the sarcasm, little hellion.”

I push his hand away and innocently reply, “I was going give you a compliment, Nova.”

“Really?” Amusement flickers on his face. “Which is?”

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