Page 168 of Hateful Games

“You crave being made to submit and have your will stolen.” His voice is deep and dark. I freeze. “You ache to please and be dominated. You love when I take control. When I tie you up. When I take what I want from you. Kiss you whenever I want. Spank and punish you for my pleasure. And if I were to slide my cock inside your tight pussy right this second, you won’t stop me. You’d beg me to fuck you harder and fill you up with my cum.”

His filthy words reach to the dark corners of my mind, where I bury my fantasies.

Every revelation topples my foundation.

In less than two days, he has reached inside and left me bare to my bones. There’s no hiding. My face portrays all the emotions.

The sick thrill.

The deviant desire.

The thirst to have it all.

But why does my mind and body have to choose him? Why only has he been able to peer beneath my layers?

“You could be wrong,” I challenge. “Maybe I let you so I don’t bruise your ego.”

“Sweetheart, I’ve read the books you’re obsessed with. You’re walking with a neon sign to be ruthlessly taken and fucked raw. You don’t want flowers and pretty dates, you want a man who reminds you he owns you in the basest way. One who whispers in your ear and asks which spicy scene he should act out on you. Lucky for you, I badly want to recreate every filthy, debauched, and forbidden scene you read,” he huskily says. “I’m your villain. Your husband. Your man. It’s only fair I make all your fantasies come true.”

His confession shoots straight to my libido.

The sick thrill I was burying flares to life.

I hate that there have been times when I’ve been weak to my lust and he’s starred as the man who’d seek my submission, whisper naughty things in my ear while using me for his own pleasure.

Nova’s taunt to treat me as his fuck toy has haunted me for the longest time.

Now my dreams and reality are colliding and my body wants to do a happy dance.

“And if my words aren’t enough, I’ll just show you that you’re a dirty little slut desperate to be owned and worshipped.”

My jaw drops.

Because he’s repeated the exact lines of one of the heroes from my last smutty read. The one I saw him reading last night. Although, the look in his eyes says he means it.

And I know exactly what’s coming next.

Chapter Forty-four

Rosalie

My heart is close to beating out of my chest.

I twist but the knot only tightens until I can’t move my hands at all without any discomfort. I forget all about my predicament when Nova takes my mouth in a savage kiss.

His hands roam over my curves, caressing and twisting my nipples.

“Ahh,” I cry out when he slaps one mercilessly.

Circling my throat, he tilts my head into the mattress and leans back. Watching me gasp for breath, he palms my other breast before spanking it as hard as the first one. They shake under his sweet assault. “Think you can take more?”

I swallow the whimper when he rubs the punished skin.

Spank.

“I asked you a question, Rose.”

“Yes,” I whisper, blushing furiously. He looms over my small frame like a demigod. All chiseled muscles, dark hair, and eyes. Blessed with a huge cock that I dare not see, afraid it’ll make me panic.

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