Page 247 of Hateful Games

Freeing one breast, his head dips to circle his tongue around my nipple, and he sucks. Hard. Deep. Trapping the tip between his teeth.

“Oh god!”

Jerking the neckline of my top down until it bunches underneath my breasts, he spits on my neglected nipple. Spreading the wetness around, he twists the hard nub with two fingers. Until both are equally swollen and red, does he pull away.

Gazing into my half-lidded eyes, he shoves his hand between my thighs. I am embarrassingly drenched.

“For someone calling this a mistake, you’re sure wet as hell, Rose,” he taunts, rubbing my slippery folds and slapping right over my clit, until his palm makes a wet noise. “Such a pretty sound. My favorite music.”

Circling my entrance, he plunges two fingers to the hilt.

Thrusting sharply.

The same wet slapping sound filling the air.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist one last primal fuck.” His tone is dark like a stormy night. Ruthlessly pounding into my pussy, he continues lashing me with his tongue, “Especially the way I left you last night. You always want to punish me when I piss you off. This was the ultimate punishment if there ever was. Yet it’s you, dear wife,” he thrusts hard. “Who’s going to be taught a lesson.”

Pulling out his fingers before I can fall over the edge, he slowly licks them clean.

“The final hunt and this time, I’m claiming my prize once and for all. We’re walking out of here until there’s no doubt left in your soul that you belong. To. Me.”

My pulse kicks a scared beat.

Because his entire demeanor shifts.

Arms bulging at his sides, his primal and cold gaze runs down my aroused half-naked body in torn clothes. I watch as he bends and picks the mask before putting it on, hiding his devilish face.

A slight tilt of his head, he commands, “Run!”

Chapter Sixty-three

Rosalie

Twisting on my heels, I run.

This time—I don’t dare look back.

Because I feel every inch of his six-foot-four frame stalking after me. His singular intent of making me atone for my sins. Punishing me for chasing nameless shadows when I could’ve had my real captor all this time.

Nova.

I was running away from him, only to end up in his arms.

The earlier disconnected thrill and meaningless arousal I was feeling returns a thousand times hotter and more intoxicating. Chilly air hardens my sensitive nipples even more as I race in the same state he left me.

Top bunched underneath my breasts.

My skirt the only barrier between Nova and my pussy.

“Run faster, little hellion,” he loudly taunts, sounding so close.

My heart beats an erratic rhythm.

“Hide before I catch you.”

My legs race faster down another corridor.

“You make it too easy, Rose.” His taunting tone carries to my ear.

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