Page 214 of Hateful Games

His cold mask doesn’t slip. Biting the inside of my cheek, I watch him roll up his sleeves and stroll farther into the room and take a seat on the couch. One arm stretched over the back, he rests his Rolex-covered wrist on his thigh, spreading his legs wide.

A vicious and volatile king on a throne.

The epitome of masculine beauty.

I’m still clueless on how him and the others found us. We made sure to not leave a trace. Our stories were sealed tight.

Nova tilts his head, giving me a ‘what are you waiting for’ look. I fight the glare at his cockiness that secretly shouldn’t make my pulse race. His presence after two days is like a shot of drugs bringing me back to life.

Does he think I wouldn’t go through with it?

Lifting my chin, I return his look with a haughty glare of my own and face Aiden, my back to Nova.

“He’s intense,” murmurs Aiden for my ears only.

I nod before loudly laying my request so my stalker husband doesn’t miss it. “I want you to lick and drink off of me, Aiden.”

“It’ll be my pleasure.”

I strut toward the bar, swaying my hips. Knowing the short skirt of my dress teases with a glimpse of my ass cheeks. The view both Aiden, who’s walking behind me, and my husband can see. Though the darkness in the room might make it difficult.

Not impossible.

Aiden circles behind the bar and grabs our earlier opened bottle of tequila. Some salt and lime. Glancing over my shoulder at a silent and brooding Nova, I softly hum, “Don’t want a closer view, Nova?”

He knocks at the low glass table in front of him with his boot. “Come and lie down here.”

His eerie calmness masking his true intentions makes me hesitant.

My usual fire to push his limits faltering tonight.

What sorcery has he done to me?

I’ve come too far to back down now. Shrugging, I stalk to where he’s seated. Aiden brings the item and sets it down, before giving me an encouraging smile. He isn’t at all shocked that we’re doing this. As though we aren’t the first couple bringing a third person into the mix.

Without looking at Nova, I step closer to Aiden with my hands raised to touch the man before me.

I don’t get to make contact when the bomb drops.

Chapter Fifty-five

Rosalie

“A little disclaimer, Rose,” interrupts Nova emotionlessly. “His mouth, fingers, or any part of him touches a single inch of you, he’s walking out in a body bag.”

He slipped!

My heart lights up as I smile inwardly.

Aiden tenses. “He’s joking, right?”

Nova isn’t finished or unafraid of the consequences because he arrogantly boasts, “I know just where to land a punch to make it appear an accident."

I’m not risking the chance. Nova doesn’t make idle threats. The corrupted corners of my heart are attracted to his unhinged traits. So, I softly say, “Leave, Aiden.”

The poor guy doesn’t waste a second.

The air crackles with electricity and unspoken promises between the two of us. The tune of the new song sultry and brimming with a violent rhythm. Because Nova is a cruel bastard, he taps the roof of the table with his boot in a silent command to stand between his spread legs.

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