Page 223 of Hateful Games

Moving my fingers as she speaks.

Sending us both into a frenzy.

“When it becomes too much and not enough at the same time, he’d grab her tits harder, fitting them into his palms before lowering his head and flicking one engorged tip with his tongue.”

Bending, I first blow on the nipple before flicking it like she described.

Except, I gaze into her hooded eyes.

I’m not missing the sight of pleasure brought by me.

“Nova!” she moans restlessly.

“Keep going,” I growl against her tit, biting harshly around the hard nub.

“He’d pull it with his teeth, lightly biting down. She’ll cry out his name… Nova!” Rosalie does just that, feeling my teeth close around her nipple. I steal a suck, hollowing out my cheeks. “Yes, harder. He’d close his fist around the other breast, twisting the nipple. Eliciting pain and becoming a savage, listening to her whimpers. Yes! Like that.”

Forcing her to watch, I leave a wet trail as I move to her neglected tit and give it the same attention. My eyes close as I torture the hard nubs. Rosalie grabs my hair, shoving her swollen nipple into my wildly sucking mouth.

“Fuck, Nova! Slow down!”

“No.” I slap her other breast, pinching the soft skin. “Not until you’re wearing my marks.”

“I’ll come.”

Unbuttoning her shorts, I shove my hand inside. I groan, finding my filthy little slut bare. Her thighs trap my hand as I rub her clit hard and fast. The second it’s swollen, I slap it with two fingers and Rosalie stills before whimpering my name as she climaxes.

Her hips jerk, riding the wave.

It takes her a while to come back down to earth and for her breathing to calm down.

“And then he makes her come,” she murmurs, making me chuckle.

I hide my surprise when she quickly rights her clothes and sits up straight, opening her laptop. I rub my jaw. “Are you writing it?”

“Yep.”

Her fingers fly over the keyboard, typing the password. The concentrated and quirky side of her brings a smile to my face. A joy like no other that only I witness this side of her. Possessiveness too.

“Here.” I nudge her arm.

She glances down. “What’s this?”

“Computer glasses.” Confusion dots her features. So, I explain. “To protect your eyes against the blue glare of the screen.”

“You’re worried about my eyesight?” Her tone small and thick with emotions.

“Yes, I care, Rose,” I murmur. Has nobody ever pampered her? Like she isn’t used to anyone doting over her. Anger flares inside my chest at her mother. Even Jasmine. Pushing it down, I encourage her, “Try them.”

“Thank you.” I hear the hitch in her breath. Like an excited kid, she flips the box open and gasps at the premium and custom-designed glasses. I used her sunglasses to get the right size. “It’s pretty.”

Sliding it on, she shows me. “You look adorable.”

“You’re turning me into a nerd. Something you teased me about the first time we met.”

“I was being an ass. You’re too hot to be a nerd, Rose,” I praise. “I did have a fantasy to see you dressed as a sexy librarian. Then fuck you in nothing but these glasses on.”

“Your good deeds always have an ulterior motive.”

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