Page 157 of Hateful Games

I want to gag at their shocking camaraderie. Men form friendships over stupid things, I swear. Nova doesn’t let me say goodbye to Bianca. Instead, he cages me against the island with his hands on my sides.

Behind me, I hear Bianca mumble, “My shorts.”

“Don’t need a reminder I found you half naked in another man’s home.”

“But—”

“You won’t need it for…” Dash’s deep voice trails off.

In the sudden quietness of the room except for my rapidly beating heart, the tension builds. I can feel the intensity radiating from Nova’s bunched shoulders without even looking. Biting my lip—a nervous habit—I stare at Nova’s chest. “Step back, please.”

Instead, he brings his hand to my hip and hooks his finger under the string holding my bottoms together. The brush of his knuckle so very close to my pussy has me swallowing hard. Resting my palm on his chest, I push.

He doesn’t budge, not a fraction.

The knot loosens slightly, causing my breath to hitch in panic and erotic thrill.

“We need to have a talk about you wearing next to nothing in front of other men, Rose. That thought alone makes me berserk.”

My eyes snap to his. “Like Dash has eyes for anyone else.”

“I’m not talking about him.” His breathing turns harsh as if he’s trying to possess control. “I’m talking about the guards I’ve put around the house.”

“Then fire them.”

“Don’t test me on this, Rose.”

“What do you expect me to do then, genius?” I snap. “Go swimming fully clothed?”

“I don’t care as long as you obey me,” he growls before running his sizzling gaze all over my trembling body. Over my nipples, the flat of my stomach, especially my piercing he’s obsessed with, and between my thighs. “Or at least wear something that doesn’t show every man the shape of your pussy.”

“You’re crazy!”

“I don’t share what belongs to me. What I made mine in front of the whole world. And that’s you, my wife. I won’t share a single part of you with another human, let alone another man. Not your body, your thoughts, or your heart. Get that into your mind.”

“Do you even hear yourself?” I gasp in outrage.

“My actions and words have always been saying the same, from the moment I laid eyes on you in your father’s study.” Grabbing the front of my throat, he all but growls, “It’s you who has a problem listening.”

“I’ll never be yours, Nova.”

“You already are.” With a feral twist of his lips, he savagely tugs and rips my bikini off. Another cruel twist and my top is torn away. Every square inch of me bare and vulnerable for his hungry gaze. His erotic torment. Curving his hand over the underside of my breast, he circles my nipple until it hardens even more.

“These tits.” A sharp pinch, meant to draw a whimper. “Are mine. So is,” trailing his exploring hands lower, he boldly cups my pussy, “this tight cunt.” Feeling my unmistakable arousal, he pushes one finger between my folds. “Feel this?” he emphasizes by spreading the wetness so I hear the shameful wet sounds. “Your body knows who owns it, Rose. It won’t be long before your mind is on the same page.”

His hand disappears.

Only to come back down in a harsh smack.

“Nova!” I shriek. In pain. In madness. In pleasure.

He spanked me.

And not even on my ass.

“That’s for lying to me.”

His hold on my neck is the only anchor before he raises his arm to deliver a second spank on my vulnerable pussy. “Stop spanking me!”

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