Page 53 of Hateful Games

“Say goodbye, Rose.” I flick the lighter open until flames lick the air.

Her challenging eyes whip to mine as she leans back and flicks her chin. “Go ahead. I’ll just buy another.”

Her mask slips.

I smile.

She realizes what she just did.

Lowering my hand, I throw the book on her lap and lean over her. She freezes with my fists caging her in. When she attempts to shift backward, I grab her wrist and tug her even closer. Fisting her tank top in the middle, I twist and keep her captive beneath my upper body.

Her pupils dilate, her breathing slowing down while her juicy lips part.

“Ignore me and I won’t stop until I have your full attention by any means necessary.”

Letting ago after grazing her skin peeking above her tiny short’s waistband, I stand straight. Cursing under her breath, she pulls down her tank top. But forgets that it gives me a spectacular view of her cleavage. I run my tongue over my teeth while unabashedly staring at them.

Catching my attention, she snatches the comforter and pulls it up to her neck. Her plate barely misses from crashing to the floor.

“Finish your breakfast,” I command. “I’m going for a shower and your ass better be here in my bed, reading your book, when I return. Then you’re getting ready because you’re coming with me. Pick something that doesn’t give every man in the vicinity the view of your hard nipples. I’d hate to begin my day with a bloodbath.”

“Bark your orders at someone else,” she snaps. “I’m going nowhere. I’ve changed my mind.”

“Then change it again.” My tone conveys my patience is running out. “Or I’m going to change you into a dress myself and proceed to drive to the ceremony with your defiant ass in the trunk of my car.”

Her mouth opens to throw some more sass but I cut her off. “You have ten minutes.”

Whipping off my shirt, I turn around and stroll to the bathroom. Inside, I switch on the showerhead and without warning, I go back out. Just in time to see Rosalie’s ass hightailing it out of my room on tippy-toes.

In two quick strides, I reach her and she yelps when I pick her up around the waist.

“Have it your way, little hellion,” I calmly state. Her pointy nails dig into my arms, leaving scratch marks I would rather have on my back from pounding into her hard and fast.

“God! I fucking hate you!”

Dumping her on the bed near the headboard, I hold her down and quickly pull out the perfect device from my nightstand. She’s too distracted with pulling away that she doesn’t notice until the clicking sound echoes.

I cuff her left wrist to the headboard and stand back to admire my handiwork.

“There. Perfect,” I mumble, throwing the key in the air before catching it in my palm.

“Are you mad?” she shouts, tugging at the restraint. “Uncuff me right now.”

I stride back into the bathroom with the key in hand.

“Nova!”

Her furious cry disappears when I slam the door shut behind me. An exhilarating rush courses through my body as I fight back a grin. Sparring with her is far more powerful and thrilling than spending hours in a gym. The flux of endorphins way more intoxicating than anything.

Nonetheless, nothing will change my end goal.

However, that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little distraction every now and then.

Have a taste of the forbidden fruit.

Because in our tale, it’s not Adam who’ll suffer.

Chapter Fifteen

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