Page 294 of Hateful Games

I moan wantonly.

His animalistic aura spiking my lust sky high.

“You want it the hard way?” he growls behind the threatening mask. “Your wish is my command.”

Keeping my wrists trapped, his rough hand travels none too gently to my panty-clad pussy. Pushing my legs apart with his until I’m immobile. His steps backward, making space, and I’m left alone in the dark for a mere second and then… Spank.

Right on my vulnerable pussy.

Sharp, stinging pain radiates over my body.

I burn.

I ache.

I drip.

“Fuck!” I breathlessly gasp. It melds into another scream when he lays another spank. “Ahh!!! Oh god!”

“Take it like a good girl,” he commands, delivering hard slaps over and over again. I buck against his hold, sobbing at the pleasurable pain until the last of my defiance vanishes.

My arms are freed and a second later, I feel his ravenous mouth yank my ruined panties with his teeth. His mask now gone. I hiss when his tongue lashes against my still throbbing flesh.

He’s unstoppable, though.

I throw one leg over his shoulder, pushing his mouth harder and deeper against my pussy. His groan sending vibrations up my spine. I ride his tongue when he slides into my empty hole.

“So good,” I rasp, grinding my hips. “More, baby.”

He obliges, lifting my other leg and throwing it over his other shoulder. I hold on for dear life, clutching the shelf behind and letting him ravage me into a million pieces.

His lips and teeth suck my folds, swirl around my clit and push back inside. He kisses my pussy like he does my mouth. Tasting its depth until I’m dripping down his chin.

The dirty thought of making a mess of his face with my juices sends me over the edge.

“Nova! I’m coming!”

I jerk, stars dancing behind my eyes.

They fall open when I feel a tender kiss pressing against my scars. He showers attention to each burn mark that I stopped hiding from him. He kisses them every chance he gets, making the bad memories easier to bear.

My limbs feel like jelly when he lowers me to my feet.

The soft moment passes.

Because in the next breath, I’m hanging upside down over his shoulder as though I weigh nothing. Light filters in when he opens the door. I grab his jeans when he pushes one hand between the crack of my ass and circles my back entrance.

I’m so wet, he pushes one finger in to the knuckle.

The plug I wore all day has been preparing me for this moment.

I expect him to take me to our bedroom but he marches down to his study. When I land on my feet, his handsome features fill my vision. His lips glistening with remnants of my orgasm.

My throat bobs when he unbuttons his fly and pushes his jean over his hips. I’m riveted by the view of his impressive length bobbing as he steps out and stands completely nude before my salivating eyes.

His intimidating and dangerous aura increasing tenfold.

I’m backed into the wide and custom-made wooden desk.

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