Page 246 of Hateful Games

I fight against his grip and spit out, “Don’t you dare touch me, Nova. You’re out of your goddamn mind if you think I’m letting you near my body again.”

“The truth changes nothing. I’m still going to chase you. When I catch you, I’m going to fuck you raw.”

Twisting the torn material and my thong between my ass cheeks, he tugs until it painfully digs against my asshole and my pussy lips. Forcing my legs apart with his booted feet on the inside, he slides the string back and forth, creating a delicious friction.

Harsh.

Slow.

Unrelenting.

“Look at you, dripping down your thighs.” Spank. “Making a messy puddle on the floor.”

“Not for you,” I grit out, gasping when he gives a rough jerk of his wrist. I bite my lips but a low whimper slips, “Ahh.”

He laughs. “At least tell convincing lies, sweetheart.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hard or slow?” Pulling me against his front, he taunts huskily in my ear, “But you don’t like choices, do you, little lamb? You just want to be fucked and used like a warm hole for my cock.”

His filthy taunt leaves a tremor rocking down my spine.

He chuckles knowingly.

Every time I begged for an orgasm he viciously kept out of reach, it was him. Every time I reached home satisfied there was one piece of me I wasn’t giving to my nemesis, it was him all along.

I do find some satisfaction in knowing he wasn’t my first.

That’ll eat away at him for the rest of our lives.

In the next breath, he’s wrenching down the tattered remains of my once beautiful stockings. With one strong pull, my soaked thong comes off next. He’s like a raging bull, seconds from devouring me.

Freeing my wrists, he turns me to face him. There’s no mischievous glint in his brown pupils, only a hunter with primal and brutal intentions.

Pushing his hands underneath my skirt and cupping my bare ass, he fits us together until our lower halves touch. His intimidating bulge—the same cock that has fucked me countless times while I remained clueless—throbs and lengthens against my clit.

His hold like a vise, I glare at him.

“Oh, how I have envisioned the same look in your eyes, Rose. Shocked, mad, betrayed yet tortured over how you still crave me, lust after me.” A slow, languid grind over my skirt, making me dig my nails into his forearms, he boasts, “Tonight… you even wanted it to be me. You. Finally. Choose. Me.”

He punctuates every word with a thrust.

“A mistake,” I cry out. My eyes threatening to close against the onslaught of pleasure. “A stupid error in judgment.”

His jaw, dark with evening stubble, clenches so hard I can hear his molars grind.

Yanking me closer, his mouth descends on mine.

I lose the last of my sanity.

Falling into the abyss that is Nova.

Our lips, teeth, tongues devour each other, competing for dominance while his rough hands caress me everywhere. My breasts, my neck, my pussy. Fisting and pulling my hair, twisting and tugging my nipples until I whimper. He fingers flip my skirt up to spank my ass before squeezing it almost to the point of pain.

I lick every crevice of his mouth, biting his bottom lip. He hisses when I drew blood. Yet he keeps kissing me back with fervor. Tasting and swallowing my fury.

Pushing me against the wall yet again, he rips his mouth from mine to trail his tongue down my throat. I tilt my head, giving him access. Raining kisses, sucks, and bites along my collarbone, he wrenches down the strap of my top.

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