Page 190 of Hateful Games

The air cackles as he freezes. Fingers seizing inside me as our eyes connect. Mine are drugged on lust, the need to come and to end the ache while his mirrors the same.

“Say it again,” he rasps.

“Please.”

“Louder.”

“Please let me come.”

Those devious eyes darken and he demands more. Always more than I’m willing to give. “Now say it with my name on those red lips, Rose.”

Our eyes are locked in a battle as I glare at his pleased expression. But my body’s needs win and I give in to him. “Please, Nova.”

“Good girl.”

How does he know?

Damn him. It’s like he knows every dark secret I possess. The need to be owned. Possessed. Craved with an urgency. Because in the next breath, his mouth is devouring me, eating my pussy with so much hunger and vigor like he’s been starved his whole life.

My back bows when he bites down on my clit, his tongue lashing and flicking as he holds it between his teeth while his fingers continue their assault on my pussy. Ripping out his fingers after three more vicious thrusts, he replaces it with his tongue and pushes deep.

“Yes. Yes,” I scream.

“Ride my tongue.” He orders after easing his grip on my belly. “And don’t you dare stop until I tell you. Until I’m soaked in your cum, your wetness. I want to taste you on my tongue all night long, Rose.”

His mouth. His oh-so filthy mouth.

I don’t recognize myself as I obey him and slide my fingers in his hair so I can feel his talented tongue even deeper. I ride his face with abandon and it spurs him on because his hands find my ass and squeeze. His pleasured growl sending vibrations up my spine gives me sensory overload.

I’m greedy as I use his mouth for my pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Nova.” I whimper, moan, cry.

He tongue fucks me harder. I’m so lost, delirious, and distracted by the orgasm barreling down on me that I don’t notice until his thumb dips between my ass cheeks and pushes against my forbidden entrance. One nudge and that’s all it takes for me to shatter around him.

“Nova!”

“Fucking delicious,” he praises, sounding far away.

It takes a few minutes to come down to earth from the mind-shattering orgasm. Aftershocks rocking my body as I’m held up by his firm hands. My chest heaves up and down from the racing of my heart. Another jolt hits my system that I let my enemy, the bane of my existence and the man who wants to destroy my world, just made me come on his mouth.

And I begged.

His thumb dragging over my swollen lips pulls me out of my reverie and I focus on him. Nova is still kneeling between my thighs with his eyes laser focused on my pussy. I’m so sensitive that I hiss when he slides my panties rightly over me. As though it was a toy he finished playing with and now is wrapping up.

“How many men have tasted this pussy before me, Rose?” he muses, standing to his feet until he’s looming over me again.

“Lots.”

His lips, the bottom slightly thicker than the top and glistening with remnants of my juices, tilts into a smirk. Like he’s in on a secret I’m not aware of. The bastard knows I’m lying. It’s written all over my burning face. For fuck’s sake, I write the nastiest shit for a living yet whenever he talks dirty to me, I blush like a goddamn virgin.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be comparing notes so it doesn’t damage your fragile ego,” I taunt, the haze of lust wearing off and hatred returning to its rightful place again.

He isn’t affected by my insult and grabs my jaw to rub his wet fingers over my lips that were inside me. He coats my mouth with my essence until I’m wearing it like lip gloss. Only once he’s satisfied does he remove his hand and steps back so I’m no longer breathing his earthy and unique scent.

He must not have smoked today because the smell of tobacco is missing. Actually, I haven’t seen him smoke since we’ve been living together.

So, does this mean he’s being considerate? Does he even possess the quality?

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