Hateful Games: (An arranged marriage billionaire romance) (Arranged Games Book 2)

Chapter Thirty-four

The ten-minute-long cold shower does nothing for my aching dick.

That will be a permanent state around my wife, I’m certain of it.

My mind is stuck on Rosalie’s innocent and wide-eyed expression. The redness on her cheeks, matching her long tresses. The bottom lip trapped between her perfect teeth. She had never looked so na?ve, curious, and pure like my own virgin Mary.

It was sweet agony to restrain myself from yanking her closer.

Kiss her before making her kneel at my feet and submit her into worshipping me.

To let her explore my cock, with which she was equally part fascinated and intimidated by. It was written all over her dazed face. That look is seared into my brain.

Rosalie may not be as virtuous as she was eight years ago but she’s also not as familiar to dark desires as she may think. She has barely scratched the surface of the utter depravities I’ll demand and do to her until I’m all she craves. The salacious games I want to play with her mind and body.

To teach her the carnal bliss that comes from letting go of all her inhibitions.

Until she’s an addict to her basest urges.

Tonight, her reaction has proven what I always knew. That she’s not as immune to me as she pretends. She desires me but hates herself for it. Her vow to put us through this frivolous celibate hell is going to bite her in the ass when I finally get my hands on her.

I won’t rest until I’m her god that she bows down to.

Dressing in gray sweatpants, I pick up her wedding gown from the floor that she forgot in her hurry to escape and hang it in the corner. The wedding ceremony was sure unforgettable. Rosalie’s father’s pissy mood with her dressing in black and me in red was perfection.

Though nothing compared to the ethereal vision of Rosalie walking down the aisle toward me. A dark angel fallen straight from the gates of heaven.

I wouldn’t have cared if I had died right then and there, as long as she was the last thing I saw before I took my final breath.

Switching off the light to the bathroom, I reenter the bedroom. My gaze drifting straight to the figure huddled underneath the comforter on the left side of the bed. She has left the bedside lamp on, leaving a low glow in the room. I don’t turn it off, even though I prefer to sleep in complete darkness.

I’ve yet to solve the mystery behind her fear of darkness.

It’s not a simple case but something with a far deeper connection. It irks me that I don’t know it yet.

The low glow also illuminates the gray silhouette lying on the carpet near her side. Bunny lifts his head, instantly on alert as if I’ll pounce on his precious owner.

He isn’t wrong.

Ignoring him, I round the bed, careful not to stomp on the other two heathens as I search for their shape. A loud snore snaps my attention to my side of the bed, which is occupied by none other than them. Well, one of them. The humper has all four of his legs in the air and is sound asleep while Maggie’s head peeks from inside Rosalie’s blanket.

Jesus, they’ve all hijacked the entire bed.

I pinch the bridge of my nose contemplating whether to shift Fire. The hecticness of the entire weekend takes its toll. The ache in my joints outweighs my agitation to share a bed with a dog. Cautiously, I nudge the little monster. He stirs, stretches, and cozies against Rosalie.

Irrational jealousy flares.

Come tomorrow, I won’t allow this to be our sleeping arrangement at home.

With a huff, I lie down on my back with my arm over my eyes. As soon as I drift my eyelids shut, I’m out like a light. Despite the loud snores, mercy of the dogs.

Halfway through the night, something tickles my leg followed by a warm breath of air. I kick my feet before turning to my side. I assume it’s the blanket and try going back to sleep. Except, I’m tickled again and soft fur brushes my calf.

Cracking my eyes open, I try to make out what or who is disturbing me when suddenly, something hard slams into my back and then…

Thump.

I crash to the floor, face down onto the cold ground and I immediately lurch to my feet. Rubbing my nose, I’m relieved it isn’t broken. Peering down, I see the culprit is none other than Bunny—a more fitting name would be Devil.

Apparently, he felt lonely on the floor and decided to join our little slumber party on the bed. Happily kicking me off, he stretches and takes my place.

Hates human touch, my ass.

Meanwhile, my wife doesn’t stir. Although her face is no longer hidden. It’s turned to my side, lips parted cutely as she softly breathes with her hair fanned out on the pillow. Maggie cuddling in the crook of her arm. I watch them all for a minute before resigning.

Grabbing an extra pillow and my phone, I grumpily walk into the living room.

Exactly how Rosalie wanted.

***

My morning alarm goes off at four-thirty but I’m already wide awake. I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night, tossing and turning on the too-small-for-my-frame couch. My mood is extra grumpy despite being an early bird.

I blame the damn dogs for besting me.

Sitting with my head between my hands, I take a deep breath before standing up. Grabbing my phone, I go through my emails and reply to the important ones. There’s a reminder for an online conference meeting at seven, which means I need to hurry if I want to reach the office on time after dropping Rosalie at our place.

The weekend festivities have already put me behind schedule.

I don’t like to be away from work unless absolutely necessary. Every second is valuable despite delegating to my departmental heads. After last year’s fiasco, I’ve become extra vigilant and nothing happens without my approval. I keep track of all the transactions as well as the ins and outs of the company.

Our iron and steel export business took a major hit after the confidential contract got leaked to our competitor who undercut us with lower prices. It created more chaos when other clients got wind of it and wanted to renegotiate their contracts.

It was a goddamn disaster and took me over six months to fix.

The worst part—the leak is still unknown. An inside job. There was no trace of it. Something I’ve kept under wraps. Fortunately, there hasn’t been any further suspicious activity.

However, as I see a text from my cyber security head asking to get in touch with him for something urgent, my hackles rise because I know it can’t be for anything good.

Throwing my phone on the couch, I stride toward the bedroom to shower and get ready before waking up Rosalie. Bunny trots down the hallway, meeting me halfway. We stand in a stare-off.

I cross my arms and glare at him accusingly. “Bunny.”

He growls, lips pulled back over his sharp canines.

“I didn’t do anything to you, you bastard.”

He barks, going grrr…

“I’m so going to have you eating by the palm of my hand, grumpy monster.”

I swear he gives a sarcastic woof before marching past me to probably create ruckus or jump on the couch.

Now, off to the other two.

Flinging open the door, I stop short. Forgetting about hurrying up, I lean against the doorframe to soak in the deliciously sexy view. Somewhere during the night, Rosalie has kicked the blankets off completely and is now lying on her stomach.

A decent man would look away while she lies in a vulnerable state.

But my morals went out the window the moment she became mine.

Perhaps they never existed when it came to her.

One strap of the baby doll has fallen down her shoulder while the hem has ridden above her round ass. A perfect handful and plump enough to spank without worrying about hurting her. I only intend to bring her pleasurable pain.

When I fuck her, I’m going to start my mornings by waking her up with my cock in her pussy. I’m going to restrain her with one arm around her slender shoulders and my other hand around her throat as I fuck her slow and deep. The moment she’ll stir and moan my name, I’ll pound into her until she’s hoarse from crying and begging for more.

I won’t be able to leave the house without knowing she’s dripping with my cum.

Or with her taste on my tongue.

Fuck, thinking about it isn’t helping matters to my hard cock demanding attention. Jacking off when the object of my desire is within touch is a pity substitute. To add to my misery, she turns on her back. I all but die from blue balls when my hungry gaze locks on her bare breast, spilling over the plunging neckline.

Either awake or not, Rosalie’s always trying to kill me.

Not thinking twice, I let my feet carry me to her side. Her chest rises and falls with even breaths while her nipple hardens in the cool air of the room. Her silky long tresses caress the sides of her face.

Rosalie is the kind of beautiful that stops you in your tracks and jolts you with electricity. You want to memorize every feature because none other will compare. Because it’s as close to an angel as you’ll see on earth.

One with too many murdering fantasies in her pretty little head.

Hooking my finger in the fallen strap, I gently drag it over her shoulder. My knuckles brushing her tight nipple when I pull the cup back over her breast. Though not my fault, I’d rather not have her pissed at me first thing in the morning.

Drinking in the view of her like this one more time, I decide to wake my fiery Sleeping Beauty.

However, as I take a step back, something catches my eye on Rosalie’s inner right thigh. Multiple dark little spots, very high so they won’t be easily visible. If she hadn’t had her legs spread slightly, I would’ve missed it. I peer closer and a mix of shock and fury filters through my system. What the hell?

Cigarette burns mar her skin. Deep enough to leave permanent scars, and they look really old and nasty. Someone purposely put their hands on her to harm. And they succeeded.

I immediately want to put them six feet under the ground.

Preferably alive.

So it’s one long and suffocating death they suffer.

Staring at her, I wonder, what kind of horrendous memories is she hiding? Was she badly neglected during her childhood? How could her other family members be so blind?

Searching her other leg, I don’t find any other scars. My rage doesn’t lessen, though. Instead, my suspicions go straight to her abusive father. But I can’t go after him without proof. And it happens to be Rosalie herself who can tell, but she’ll never trust me enough to confess.

I’ll find a way.

I promise that to myself.

I shouldn’t feel so obsessively protective of her, enough to not think twice about killing another human. So much so that once I finally get my hands on him, I know I wouldn’t hesitate.

Yet I do.

Especially as I recall the very first day I met her, and like an egotistical bastard, blew smoke right into her face. The way she flinched but stood up to me bravely flashes through my head and I feel like shit and about two feet tall.

It’s the final straw.

Because today, I decide to quit smoking.

Again, it’s disconcerting how easy the decision is. If only I had time to analyze it.

“Rose,” I tap her leg. No response. I tickle her feet and she kicks out in reflex. So, I do it again, becoming amused as she keeps fighting me off. “Get up. We need to check out in one hour.”

She rolls to the opposite end and flings the blanket over herself. The little dogs, who I almost forgot, pop their heads up to see what the fuss is about. When they see it’s just me, they close their eyes again and huddle closer to Rosalie.

“Not a morning person?” Her middle finger is my answer. Grabbing the end of the blanket, I give a test tug.

“Don’t you dare.” Her voice is husky from sleep.

My cock jerks, imagining the same note when I’m making her come.

“Fine. Have another half hour while I shower.” Stepping back, I warn, “When I’m back, your ass better be up.”

***

The room is still dark with my defiant wife still dreaming in her sleep when I emerge from the bathroom, dressed in a fresh suit. Fire and Maggie are awake and playing among themselves on the floor in the corner. At least they listened to me.

As for Rosalie, time for the big guns.

Striding toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, I shove open the curtains. Bright sunlight pours in, and immediately Rosalie shouts, “Shut them back, Nova. Can’t you see I’m sleeping?”

“Time to get up.”

“Don’t see how I can help since you’re already up and irritating me.”

“I have places to be.”

“Then go or did you forget how to walk and drive?”

“Need to drop you at your new home first, wife.”

“Hell,” she loudly grumbles into the pillow. “I’m in hell.”

About to be late if she doesn’t get going, I close the gap and with one pull, yank the blanket off to the side.

“Hey!” She jerks upright, pulling at the hem of her baby doll. “I could be indecent.”

“I’ve already seen your beautiful tits naked last night, sweetheart,” I tease with a smirk and drag my gaze down her curves. Fuck. Her body is made to sin. “Besides, I’m your husband.”

“As if I need a reminder.”

“I can remind you in more pleasant ways, if you’d like.”

“No, thank you.”

“You haven’t heard the options.”

“Not interested.”

“I could spread you and eat your pussy. Finger you while sucking on your hard nipples and make you come. My favorite and one you’ll love, tease your little clit with my piercing until you come with the friction alone. I know you’re aching to feel it, Rose. I might do all three one after the other, but that’ll defeat the purpose.”

Her nipples poke through the lace as she breathes hard. She licks her lips, unable to form words. Fingers clenching in the bedsheets, she murmurs, “Purpose?”

“Can’t have you falling asleep from how hard I pleasure you and make you feel boneless.” My tone drops an octave and turns dark. “I need to train your body for multiple orgasms without passing out, Rose. I won’t be satisfied with one.”

“Someone thinks highly of themselves.”

“If I make you come on my tongue, then I’m going to want another on my fingers. And more with your cunt clenching around my cock.”

Rising on her knees, her expression is mischievous and challenging as she tugs me closer by my tie to taunt, “Your mistake is assuming I don’t already know what that feels like, Nova.” Brushing her lips to my ear, she whispers, “Too bad you’ll never know.”

I hide my smile when she shoves me back and slips down from the bed.

Hypnotizing me with the sway of her hips, she locks herself in the bathroom.

While I’m distracted, I’m attacked by little paws. I look below at Fire, seconds away from humping his ass on my polished shoes. “Are you always this horny?”

“Grr… Woof!” comes his reply as I grab and put him at arm’s length.

“Not today.”

“Woof woof woof.”

I settle him on the bed. When he tries to jump, I order, “Sit.”

Surprisingly, he listens.

Maggie, feeling neglected, trots to me and nudges me once. I stare, confused, when she repeats the action, scratching my leg.

“She wants you to pet her,” a soft voice says.

I turn toward Rosalie, watching us raptly. Gazing back at Maggie, I bend and lightly scratch her ears, and she tilts her head into my palm. I do it again and she jumps.

“What does she want now?” I ask Rosalie.

“Pick her up and cuddle.”

Not happening. I can imagine the faces of my employees when I walk in with dog hair all over my suit. Instead, I caress and pet her head until she scurries away to join Fire. I have to help her up because she’s too short to climb. “You have them spoiled, Rose.”

“You’d understand if you had any pets.”

Glancing at her, I notice she hasn’t come out from the bathroom. “Why are you only poking your head out?”

“I forgot my clothes. Can you get out?”

Any other time, I would mess with her, but we’re already late. “Ten minutes.”

“You took half an hour and expect me to be ready in ten?”

“Yes.” With that, I turn and leave the room. Bunny has somehow managed to slide open the balcony door and is now enjoying the view of the high-rises. His tail wags happily.

While Rosalie gets dressed, I order breakfast. I also text my assistant to push the seven-o’clock meeting to nine. I’m done drinking a fresh cup of coffee and Rosalie still hasn’t emerged from the bedroom after more than ten minutes have passed.

I swear if she’s doing it on purpose…

Striding back to the bedroom, I fling the door open and collide into her. Instincts have me grabbing her waist to avoid her falling. Annoyed eyes clash with mine when I tighten my hold rather than immediately let go.

“Trying to suffocate me with your nauseating presence?” she taunts.

“Do you ever run out of insults?”

“Depends on—”

“It was rhetorical.”

“I thought you were running late.”

“We are.”

“Then why are we having this pointless conversation?”

“Because I enjoy having you in my arms.”

She tries to hide the blush by skirting her eyes to the side. I shouldn’t be saying things like that and give her ideas that she shouldn’t have. Yet I take victory in her not pushing me away, like she should. I have to let her go when Maggie tries to insert herself between us.

“So, you have a clingy dog, a horny dog, and an angry one.”

“Stop insulting them.”

“I don’t think they’ll take offense.”

“I do.”

“It kinda loses its credibility since you take offense to everything I do or say, Rose. Makes you biased.”

“Whatever.”

I check the time and tell her, “I ordered breakfast. Have some while I ask the valet to bring the car around.”

Her face perks up at the mention of food.

Behind her, I catch Fire sniffing around the room and I think he’s looking for a place to piss. Maggie notices and joins him. Before either can, I walk toward them. Picking both the pets in each arm, I stride to the bathroom and kick it open with my foot. Dropping them, I point to the shower. “Do your business.”

Then I slam the door shut and turn to Rosalie, who’s watching me with a soft yet strange expression.

“They know not to pee inside of the house.”

“They’re uncivilized heathens.”

“Next time Fire humps you, I won’t stop him.”

With that threat, she exits the room.