Page 169 of Hateful Games

Nova is going to fuck my mouth.

Viciously.

Brutally.

Sinfully.

“Did you like it when I spanked your pussy yesterday?” he demands in a deep voice. I’ve never been a fan of audiobooks but if it were Nova starring in them, I would listen to him talk dirty and possessive all day long. “Did you like being punished for being a bad girl?”

“I loved it.”

“Loved what?”

Unable to withstand the ferocity of his stare, I lower my gaze and whisper, “I loved it when you spanked my… my pussy.”

My legs fall open when his fingers travel past my flat stomach and brazenly cup my panty-covered pussy. Like it’s his. “Here?”

“Yes.”

“So fucking soaked,” he murmurs to himself. Those same fingers—slightly damp—come up to my chin and bring my face back to his. “I didn’t give you permission to look away. When you’re in my bed, I call the shots. You obey.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to untie your hands but I want you to be my good girl and keep them there. You will not touch me unless I allow it. Not even when I thrust every inch of my fat cock down your tiny throat. Not when I choke and pound your mouth. You want me to stop, you blink twice.”

He might be fucking my throat as per the scene, but the commands are all Nova.

My seductive and playful husband is gone.

He’s just my devastatingly handsome villain.

The man I hate but desire deeply.

“I understand,” I say, despite the nerves. Because underneath it, is excitement. Anticipation. Craving. “I want to feel you in my mouth, Nova.”

“Feel what, Rose?”

He’s going to ruin me. “Your cock.”

“Such a perfect slut,” he praises, caressing me with his knuckle.

Leaning over me, he slowly unknots the silk tie. He rubs my wrists, easing the blood flow, but I hardly feel it because in this position, there’s no ignoring his massive cock inches from my face. Even beneath his boxers, it’s obscene and scary.

Oh my god. I’m in over my head.

What if he hurts me with his piercing? And what the hell did he mean by thrusting every inch? I can’t possibly fit all of him. Not for my first time. Another embarrassing thought occurs. What if I don’t please him?

I haven’t sucked a cock before. Will he be able to tell?

“Rose?” My wide and frightened gaze meets his. Cupping my face, he promises, “I won’t hurt you. I’m a big guy, I don’t expect you to take every inch. But I want you to try for me. Will you, sweetheart?”

His softly spoken words calm me down like a soothing balm. Surprise and protectiveness flash in his brown eyes when I whisper, “Kiss me first.”

Tugging me closer by the back of my neck until I’m leaning on my elbows, he brushes his lips over mine. I open my mouth, seeking his tongue. His taste, until he growls low and kisses me until desire and greed is all I feel.

“Lie back,” he gruffly commands. “Arms up.”

While I do, he lowers his boxers down his ass until his dick springs free. His thick girth slaps against his lower abs, almost as long as the sexy trail of hair leading to its base. Heat stirs inside my belly, and my gaze immediately flies to the crown, the small and shiny barbell glinting. I lick my lips, imagining it on my tongue.

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