Page 276 of Hateful Games

Taking her hand, I pull her between my spread legs and the edge of the wide table. Until she has nowhere to go, caged in like my perfect little prey. Without the heels, her perky tits are right in front of my face.

If only I could taste them.

Cupping behind her knees, I trail my palms upward, causing her to suck in a sharp gasp. I keep going until I reach the hem of the sexy skirt she wore today. Her outfit is meant to give me a permanent hard-on around her. She’s dressed like a schoolgirl, making me itch to bend her over and spank her ass with a ruler.

Her fingers curl around the table when I grab her ass cheeks, bare from the thong she’s wearing, and squeeze. I watch those nipples harden into diamonds.

Lifting my gaze to her rosy cheeks and red lips, I casually ask, “Enjoyed the book?”

“I—”

“Never mind.” I slide my fingers over her wet cunt. “You’re soaked.”

Her gaze skirts away, hair falling like a curtain as she hides the flicker of shyness. After every depraved and forbidden deed I’ve done to her, she still gets embarrassed and blushes like a nun.

The sick bastard in me loves it.

While my desperate cock leaks precum.

At a loss for words, she grinds her pussy against my hand, silently demanding for me to make her come. I’m not in a gracious mood, I’m going to make her earn it. A little payback for the day she sent me that erotic clip of her fingers fucking her own pussy and ass.

I had to rub one out in my office.

“What about it made you so hot, Rose?” I darkly demand, keeping my strokes over the lacy thong teasing and languid. “I might do the same to you.”

At that, a smirk graces her lips.

I narrow my eyes and arch one eyebrow. “What is it?”

“A threesome,” she breathlessly answers, becoming wetter. “With the fourth one watching.”

“Not a chance in hell, sweetheart.” I hook my finger in the lace, pulling tight before snapping it against her folds. She hisses at the sting. I growl through gritted teeth, “I don’t share you.”

She softens at my possessiveness and confesses, “I don’t need or want anyone but you, Nova. Just because I enjoyed reading it, doesn’t mean I wish to experience it. Most nights, you’re too much for me.”

“Good. Because inviting someone in our bed is one thing I can never give you. You want to be fucked like a slut, used like a fuck doll? Only I get to do it. No other man is allowed in your vicinity ever again.”

“Same goes for you.” Her tone mirrors my possessiveness while jealousy drips from every syllable. “You’re mine. Every part of you. Your cock, your lips, your fingers… they’re all for me.”

“They’ve been yours the second our eyes locked that first night in London, Rose,” I admit in a guttural tone. Pushing the lace to the side, I thrust one digit to the hilt. “I haven’t fucked another girl since I claimed you.”

“What?” She freezes, like she can’t believe what I just said.

Even as angry as I was, the thought of going near another woman was enough to make my skin crawl. It was physically impossible. I would’ve cut off my limbs before I ever did.

It was Rose or no one else.

“Why would I?” I rasp, circling my finger inside her walls until she clenches, sucking me in deep. “When I found heaven between your thighs.”

“So, I was your first?” she teases, the shadows disappearing at my truth. “Were you a virgin, Nova?”

I thrust another finger, hard enough to jostle her head to toe. “The only virginity you took of mine was getting me to practice monogamy for the first time in my life. Now, unbutton your top.”

Her dark pupils glaze over in lust at my command.

She obeys, lifting trembling hands to the buttons of her blouse. I unhook her skirt with my other hand and let it pool on the floor. I’m stuck staring at each inch of skin she reveals, seductively stripping for me.

The anticipation to see the gorgeous sight underneath making my cock twitch.

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