Page 158 of Hateful Games

“That one was for putting yourself in danger.” He doesn’t even lose a breath as I squirm, then subdues me with three more equally hard spanks. The burn intensifying and setting my body ablaze.

Past the low throb and the strong need to orgasm that comes alive under the effect of his domineering punishment, I glare at him. “The rest?”

“They were for me,” he says lasciviously. Yanking me closer by my hips, his head swoops down to claim my lips, my voice hoarse from screaming, in a possessive kiss.

I helplessly fight against him, refusing to kiss him back.

A fact he arrogantly boasts about.

Jerking me even harder against his unbending body, I become painfully aware that I’m completely naked while he’s fully clothed. My nipples scrape against the buttons on his silk shirt. The abrasion a stimulating friction.

“There are more spanks where they came from if you don’t fucking kiss me back,” he threatens and bites my bottom lip, drawing blood. Sucking the abused spot into his mouth, his fingers tighten in my hair and pull. “Damn it, Rose. Kiss. Me. Back.”

The raw starvation swirling with dark longing with a hint of a plea in his guttural command calls to every feminine part of my soul.

And I submit.

I don’t know why but I forget every sane reason for the mistake I’m making as I cup his face with my palms. Tilting my head, I lick the seam of his lips and brush mine once. twice. With a low grunt, he opens his mouth and our tongues mate. Tasting and teasing. Locking and swirling.

His hands slide down to my ass and lift until I have my legs wrapped around his trim waist. Lifting me higher until I have to bend my head to keep our lips joined, his arms wind around my hips to hold me up.

“Don’t stop,” he commands when I lean back because it becomes difficult to breathe.

I seize his inviting mouth once more and kiss him back harder. I let him feel the sting of my teeth as he did to me. My feral payback has him smiling and whispering, “How can you say you’re not mine when you behave like you were perfectly made just for me?”

Grinding my hips against him, I rasp, “I’m not.”

“Shut up and keep kissing me,” he playfully growls and slaps my ass.

As if on cue, Bunny appears on our side and barks.

The connection breaks.

Reality crashing in.

“I’ve never hated him more,” grumbles Nova, setting me down.

Avoiding his assessing gaze, I berate myself for letting things go so far with him. Why the fuck did I kiss him like he’s the only air I need? Why does my common sense evaporate into a cloud of dust the moment he touches me?

Grabbing my torn bikini from the counter, I manage to cover myself and dash upstairs. “Bunny, come.”

Apparently, he’s the only one behaving sane around here.

Chapter Forty-one

Nova

Rosalie has erected a wall between us after the epic disaster of the afternoon, followed by an unforgettable kiss that still has my cock rock hard. It was evident in the firm and impassive set to her jaw as she glided downstairs, dressed in a loosely fitted top and black denim jeans that hid every inch of her skin.

A hidden message her body was off-limits.

Too bad she doesn’t know that the feel of her naked curves against my body is seared into my brain.

Every time I close my eyes, I’m taken back to that moment.

The way she fit perfectly against my hard edges. The soft sigh when she melted into my arms. Her pliant mouth tenderly and teasingly exploring mine, kissing me with a shy passion. The longer she kissed, the bolder she became. Grinding and moaning. Letting me feel her wet cunt against my abs, soaking my shirt right through.

A sexy siren with a bite.

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