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

Chapter Forty-three

The cozy bed I’m lying on shifts, disturbing my peaceful sleep.

I tighten my grip, as though it will stop the movement. When it moves again, I assume it’s Nova jostling and grumble, “Don’t annoy me, Nova.”

The shaking stops and I bury myself harder against the warmth. The bedsheets have never smelled so nice and hypnotic. I never want to leave. Sighing in pleasure, I doze off again. And feel the bed hug me back.

Hmm, strange.

No idea how much time passes, but tingles spread over my back when something brushes my spine. It’s like a teasing caress, lulling me into a trance. I arch, pressing closer into the touch. It instantly stops.

I wiggle in protest until fingertips rub me back and forth.

It’s enough to cut through my sleepy haze.

Opening my eyes, I find myself cuddling my husband. Yet again, I’m wrapped around him, lying halfway on his chest with my breasts smashed against him. I’m at my nemesis’s parents’ house, in his freaking childhood bedroom. The rest of the events of the previous night come crashing in.

The dinner.

The breakdown.

A night cap with Nova’s mom, where, as promised, she showed me Nova’s photo album filled with so many pictures of him in embarrassing states to some downright adorable. I might’ve asked her to send me a few.

Perfect blackmail material.

Later I returned to his room, hoping he would’ve fallen asleep but no, he was waiting. Despite my resistance, he forced me to change into his college hoodie. It was like being wrapped in a blanket on a chilly winter night.

You didn’t put up much of a fight.

Wisely, he didn’t mention my meltdown. I was so tired and worn out, I was out like a light. Except, my subconscious sort him out from the other end of the bed. Not wanting to see his smug smile, I pretend to sleep and untangle from him.

Do I succeed? Nope.

“I know you’re awake, Rose.” His voice is gruff and sexy.

I feign my useless act.

I shriek when he flips me flat onto my back and shoves my arms over my head, straddling my hips. His very large and hard cock pulses against my lower abs. A slow grind and I’ll finally know what he feels like against my pussy. That piercing haunting me still.

“Morning, wife,” he murmurs, licking his lips salaciously as his eyes roam over me covered in his hoodie. “Why didn’t I make you wear my clothes before? You look so fucking sexy.”

I blush.

My reaction turns his gaze primal in male pride. The messy hair falling onto his forehead only making his sinful features more predatory. His room is cocooned in semi-darkness and I feel trapped. Cornered.

My pulse skyrocketing.

“You’re going to kiss me, aren’t you?” I whisper, our breaths mingling.

An intoxicating smile splits his lips and he nuzzles my nose with his. “And you’ll kiss me back, won’t you?”

Without waiting for my answer, his mouth descends on mine. His tongue demanding entry. There’s no finesse or seduction. His hungry lips are feral and harsh as they take my lips in a hard kiss. His aggressiveness and no-holds-barred dominance tears a moan from deep inside me.

He doesn’t stop there.

Grabbing the hem of his hoodie, he wrenches it up and pushes it over my naked breasts. My wrists are still captive in his one hand. His teeth nip my lips, making my back arch until my nipples drag against his chest. The hair on his pecs causing a delicious friction.

He’s all man underneath his suave suits.

It does something to me.

I buck underneath him when his lips drag down my neck, leaving a wet trail of hickeys. He’s rough as he bites down and sucks harshly. I should stop this madness because his intentions aren’t pure and my resistance is in a puddle at his feet.

Our mouths mate again. He’s drugging my senses with every stroke of his wicked tongue. Mimicking what he’ll do to my pussy, if given the chance.

“Grab the headboard,” he orders.

My lips feel swollen when I lick them and stare at him befuddled, as if he’s speaking in a foreign language. His fingers twist my nipple punishingly when I don’t immediately obey. Remembering his spanking from yesterday, I scurry to stretch my arms and do as he says.

“Good girl,” he praises. If my panties weren’t soaked before, they are now. “Don’t let go unless I allow you to.”

“No fucking,” I tell him.

“Not up to you.”

I lower my arms, ready to push him off. His lips twist in displeasure and I swallow the urge to say sorry, hating the sight of him disappointed with me. Too late because in the next breath, he’s pushing my hands back into position and securing it with his tie.

Has he been keeping it handy all this time?

The little smirk on his face says yes.

Sitting back on his haunches, he casually runs his gaze down my half-naked and bound body. My stomach tightens when he trails his finger from the column of my throat, down between my heaving breasts, to the top of my abs and down to my belly piercing.

“Nova,” I whimper, as he circles it and tugs.

“I never thought I’d find piercings on a woman attractive,” he rasps, exploring the tiny ring. “But one look at yours, and I wanted to get on my knees and feel it on my tongue. You’ve tortured me with this—” He twists the ring. “—for ten goddamn years, Rose. Today, I finally find out how it tastes.”

Pushing my thighs apart, he slides down the bed and fits his broad shoulders between my legs so I can’t close them. His breath teases my skin, raising goosebumps, and his tongue drags around my belly button.

“Oh god!” I cry out when his tongue flicks it. Pushing down my hips, his mouth closes around the piercing and he sucks. Hard. “Nova!”

The sensations are too much.

He’stoo much.

His groan sends vibrations all over my body. I only got the damn piercing on a rebellious whim. Little did I know, it’d become my weakness to derive me from pleasure.

“Does playing with it make your clit pulse?” Nova growls, lifting his half-mast eyes to mine. “Answer me or I’ll find out for myself.”

I nod when he follows his threat by toying with the elastic of my drenched panties.

“Words, Rose.”

“Yes.”

Not taking his eyes off me, he kisses the ring and sucks it into his mouth again. His tongue repeatedly flicking and sending zaps straight to my needy clit. I twist my hands against the binds, every inch of me under his mercy.

“Is your cunt feeling needy, my wife?” he asks with a dirty smirk. “Need my tongue on your poor little clit? I bet I can still make you come by playing with your piercing.”

Is that possible?

“Is that supposed to impress me?” I taunt, secretly wanting him to do just that but too stubborn to ask.

“It’s supposed to drive you mad.”

“You’re always driving me mad.”

Giving one last flick, he climbs up my body until his mouth is hovering over my nipples. Kissing one hard tip that amps up my lust, he says, “I’m going to have your nipples pierced too.”

I’ve always been curious. I’ll be damned if I tell him that. “Oh, you’ve decided that, is it?”

“Your clit, too.”

Oh fuck.

The arrogance of him.

Cupping my right breast, he sucks it into his mouth. His cheeks hollowing out while his fingers glide to my other nipple and pull until I moan in pleasurable pain. His hair tickles my skin and I ache to touch him.

To explore each slab of muscle, his tanned skin, and taste him all over.

Like he’s doing to me.

His lips make a wet noise when he frees my nipple. The shameless sight of my glistening breast has me restlessly shifting, hurting for a release.

Blowing on my wet and swollen tip, he demands, “Still enjoying not fucking?”

Is that what he’s doing? Listening to my demand of no sex?

“Your version of no fucking is quite different from mine.”

“I didn’t hear any complaints,” he taunts savagely. “Wanna know why?”

“I do not have a crush on you.”

“You crave being made to submit and have your will stolen.” His voice is deep and dark. I freeze. “You ache to please and be dominated. You love when I take control. When I tie you up. When I take what I want from you. Kiss you whenever I want. Spank and punish you for my pleasure. And if I were to slide my cock inside your tight pussy right this second, you won’t stop me. You’d beg me to fuck you harder and fill you up with my cum.”

His filthy words reach to the dark corners of my mind, where I bury my fantasies.

Every revelation topples my foundation.

In less than two days, he has reached inside and left me bare to my bones. There’s no hiding. My face portrays all the emotions.

The sick thrill.

The deviant desire.

The thirst to have it all.

But why does my mind and body have to choose him? Why only has he been able to peer beneath my layers?

“You could be wrong,” I challenge. “Maybe I let you so I don’t bruise your ego.”

“Sweetheart, I’ve read the books you’re obsessed with. You’re walking with a neon sign to be ruthlessly taken and fucked raw. You don’t want flowers and pretty dates, you want a man who reminds you he owns you in the basest way. One who whispers in your ear and asks which spicy scene he should act out on you. Lucky for you, I badly want to recreate every filthy, debauched, and forbidden scene you read,” he huskily says. “I’m your villain. Your husband. Your man. It’s only fair I make all your fantasies come true.”

His confession shoots straight to my libido.

The sick thrill I was burying flares to life.

I hate that there have been times when I’ve been weak to my lust and he’s starred as the man who’d seek my submission, whisper naughty things in my ear while using me for his own pleasure.

Nova’s taunt to treat me as his fuck toy has haunted me for the longest time.

Now my dreams and reality are colliding and my body wants to do a happy dance.

“And if my words aren’t enough, I’ll just show you that you’re a dirty little slut desperate to be owned and worshipped.”

My jaw drops.

Because he’s repeated the exact lines of one of the heroes from my last smutty read. The one I saw him reading last night. Although, the look in his eyes says he means it.

And I know exactly what’s coming next.