Page 29 of Hateful Games

“Nova!” I shout. “Put me down, you brute.”

He doesn’t listen or whisper so much as a word. So, I try kicking him.

“You’re making a scene,” I grumble to him. “Nova!”

Spank. Spank. Spank.

No. Fucking. Way.

I’m so going to kill him.

Chapter Eight

Nova

The spanking only mutes my fiery fiancée for a minute before she’s raining down a hailstorm on my back with her little fists. When that doesn’t work, she literally attempts to paw at my skin with her sharp and spiky nails. Or whatever shape these women call it these days.

They’re a deadly weapon, not some pretty art.

I squeeze her plump and enticing ass in warning, which does the opposite of taming her. Instead, she doubles down on her futile efforts to hurt me. I just knocked out a six-foot-three and two-hundred-pound man to the ground and she thinks her small punches are going to hurt me.

“Stop ignoring me, you ass,” yells the little firecracker, now pounding both her fists. “Or did Bryant hit you too hard in your thick skull that you’ve gone deaf?”

Just to fuck with her, I hike her even higher until she squeals in fear of being dropped. I suppress my laughter as I move past the crowd, who are recording the debacle. By tomorrow morning, our faces will be plastered everywhere.

No one steps in my path as I make a beeline for the tunnel I came from earlier. Everyone knows to give me a wide berth after a fight. Until I’ve calmed down.

Leave it to my reluctant fiancée to make me break my ritual.

The second I locked eyes with her, everything got fucked.

I had to blink several times to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating her, standing mere feet from me. Everything became white noise, the world around disappearing while I was held entranced by her.

My first thought—my arsonist fiancée has become a fucking knockout.

None of the innocence remained in a single bone of her jaw-dropping body. With flaming red curls, siren red lips, and a haughty nose. And don’t get me started on her belly piercing. That tiny jewel hasn’t stopped tormenting me with its vision for the past two goddamn years.

The second that motherfucking prick had grabbed her aggressively, a dizzying wave of possessiveness flared inside me and my mind went haywire.

“For fuck’s sake, Nova!” she speaks, drawing my attention. “Everyone is star—”

Cupping her ass, I drag her down and wrap her legs around my waist, effectively shutting her up. I trap her arms against my body, so she can’t hit, slap or punch me in the face.

Let’s be honest, she definitely will.

Her coal-black eyes, which always glimmer, go round when she feels my hard cock against her heat. They become hooded when I shamelessly bring her firmly against my length, letting her feel every inch and just what her fight is doing to me. Her nails are now digging into my sides while her front is plastered against my own.

I’m beckoned to her siren red lips as they part on a small gasp, teasing my chest with her breath. Wrapping her ponytail in my fist, I tug her head back. “Unless you’re willing to take care of the very hard problem you caused, I’d not utter a single word.”

The shocked haze vanishes from her blushing face, replaced by the poisoned hate she carries for me in her little black heart.

“Manhandling me made you hard?” she growls low, squirming to get away. I hold her tighter. “You’re disgusting.”

“I crave a fuck after every win. Don’t consider yourself special just ’cause your body made my dick hard. Any woman would’ve.”

“Then put me the fuck down.”

“No.”

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