Page 194 of Hateful Games

“Come for me, Nova,” she softly whispers.

I lose it. “Swallow.”

And boy, does she. I hold her still as I jerk and spurt in her mouth. Again and again. My beast of an orgasm taking over me. I don’t let her up until the last of the spasms subside. Even then, she lays her head on my thigh and keeps sucking me softly.

I’m breathing harshly, still stunned by her little trick.

Dark eyes, bright with satisfaction, meet mine.

I hide my smile and free my slowly softening dick from her lips and pick her up onto my lap. A flush covers her face while her hair isn’t that messy. I was careful. But the red lipstick is another story. When I stay quiet, calming my heart down, she mistakes it for something like anger.

“Are you mad?”

Is she crazy? I’ve never come harder in my entire life. Cupping her face, I smile and tell her, “I told you nothing is off-limits between us, sweetheart. Nothing.”

Chapter Fifty

Nova

“Did you really issue a no photo rule?” Rosalie complains in a low voice so only I hear. “You stole my chance for pretty pictures in this dress.”

And give everyone a free show of her nakedness? Over my dead body.

I keep her against my side, my palm on her naked back, just above her ass. “I’ll arrange a private photographer so you can have as many as you want.”

“Arrogant prick,” she insults under her breath. A second later, the wheels turning in her head click into place and her head whips up to mine. “Wait a minute… Is that why you took my pictures?”

“Just protecting your honor, my wife.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

I kiss her upturned mouth, slipping my tongue in for a teasing caress before pulling back. “You taste like me, sweetheart.”

“Nova!” she hisses, her cheeks darkening a ruby red.

“I would kiss you deeper but I want to feel your cum on my tongue all night long.”

“I can’t with you,” she mumbles, looking around at the guests. As if scared they’ve heard our conversation.

It’s been half an hour since we arrived and were immediately swarmed my people vying for attention. Tonight is more for networking than anything else. Then there’s the announcement of our new joint venture with Rosalie’s father.

Rosalie and I are quite well-versed in the art of attending these parties and falling into the pretense of being happily in love. The only difference is, tonight I didn’t have to force it.

It came as naturally as breathing.

Rose is quietly but deeply sinking under my skin, into my veins, and I’ve no control over it. She has been for years and I’ve been clueless. I went from kicking her out of my life to wanting to know everything about her in the span of one single, terrifying moment. When I kissed her at the altar and she was announced as my wife.

My other half.

My match.

Mine.

Rose has buried herself so deep that for the first time in years, I haven’t thought about my need for revenge. Or been consumed with that ever-present rage. I haven’t spent a single second thinking about how I’m going to destroy her father. Steal everything that he holds dear and make him pay for his atrocious sins.

Am I truly capable of letting go the one purpose I’ve devoted my whole life too?

Because the price will be losing Rosalie forever.

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