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

Chapter Forty-four

My heart is close to beating out of my chest.

I twist but the knot only tightens until I can’t move my hands at all without any discomfort. I forget all about my predicament when Nova takes my mouth in a savage kiss.

His hands roam over my curves, caressing and twisting my nipples.

“Ahh,” I cry out when he slaps one mercilessly.

Circling my throat, he tilts my head into the mattress and leans back. Watching me gasp for breath, he palms my other breast before spanking it as hard as the first one. They shake under his sweet assault. “Think you can take more?”

I swallow the whimper when he rubs the punished skin.

Spank.

“I asked you a question, Rose.”

“Yes,” I whisper, blushing furiously. He looms over my small frame like a demigod. All chiseled muscles, dark hair, and eyes. Blessed with a huge cock that I dare not see, afraid it’ll make me panic.

Nova is going to fuck my mouth.

Viciously.

Brutally.

Sinfully.

“Did you like it when I spanked your pussy yesterday?” he demands in a deep voice. I’ve never been a fan of audiobooks but if it were Nova starring in them, I would listen to him talk dirty and possessive all day long. “Did you like being punished for being a bad girl?”

“I loved it.”

“Loved what?”

Unable to withstand the ferocity of his stare, I lower my gaze and whisper, “I loved it when you spanked my… my pussy.”

My legs fall open when his fingers travel past my flat stomach and brazenly cup my panty-covered pussy. Like it’s his. “Here?”

“Yes.”

“So fucking soaked,” he murmurs to himself. Those same fingers—slightly damp—come up to my chin and bring my face back to his. “I didn’t give you permission to look away. When you’re in my bed, I call the shots. You obey.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to untie your hands but I want you to be my good girl and keep them there. You will not touch me unless I allow it. Not even when I thrust every inch of my fat cock down your tiny throat. Not when I choke and pound your mouth. You want me to stop, you blink twice.”

He might be fucking my throat as per the scene, but the commands are all Nova.

My seductive and playful husband is gone.

He’s just my devastatingly handsome villain.

The man I hate but desire deeply.

“I understand,” I say, despite the nerves. Because underneath it, is excitement. Anticipation. Craving. “I want to feel you in my mouth, Nova.”

“Feel what, Rose?”

He’s going to ruin me. “Your cock.”

“Such a perfect slut,” he praises, caressing me with his knuckle.

Leaning over me, he slowly unknots the silk tie. He rubs my wrists, easing the blood flow, but I hardly feel it because in this position, there’s no ignoring his massive cock inches from my face. Even beneath his boxers, it’s obscene and scary.

Oh my god. I’m in over my head.

What if he hurts me with his piercing? And what the hell did he mean by thrusting every inch? I can’t possibly fit all of him. Not for my first time. Another embarrassing thought occurs. What if I don’t please him?

I haven’t sucked a cock before. Will he be able to tell?

“Rose?” My wide and frightened gaze meets his. Cupping my face, he promises, “I won’t hurt you. I’m a big guy, I don’t expect you to take every inch. But I want you to try for me. Will you, sweetheart?”

His softly spoken words calm me down like a soothing balm. Surprise and protectiveness flash in his brown eyes when I whisper, “Kiss me first.”

Tugging me closer by the back of my neck until I’m leaning on my elbows, he brushes his lips over mine. I open my mouth, seeking his tongue. His taste, until he growls low and kisses me until desire and greed is all I feel.

“Lie back,” he gruffly commands. “Arms up.”

While I do, he lowers his boxers down his ass until his dick springs free. His thick girth slaps against his lower abs, almost as long as the sexy trail of hair leading to its base. Heat stirs inside my belly, and my gaze immediately flies to the crown, the small and shiny barbell glinting. I lick my lips, imagining it on my tongue.

“You’re craving a taste, huh?” I’m mesmerized when Nova fists his shaft and strokes, spreading the precum that leaks at the tip. Removing his boxers until he’s completely naked, he climbs up until he’s kneeling over my chest.

I’m completely surrounded by his musky scent.

His warrior’s physique.

Tilting my head with a grip in my hair, he continues lazily stroking his beautiful cock with his other hand. My eyes are locked on the slow motion, learning what he likes. He’s not gentle as he fists and roughly rubs his girth, tugging on the piercing.

A moan climbs up my throat while he’s gazing into my eyes, then he spits. The wetness landing on his shaft.

Christ.Why does witnessing that make my pussy clench?

After one final stroke to spread it all over him, he fucking finally brings it to my waiting and eager mouth. Squeezing just below the head, he runs the angry tip around the outline of my lips, teasing me with a hint of his masculine taste.

“Nova,” I whine when he takes his cock away right as I was about to wrap my lips around him. I sound desperate. His slow torment is making me feral. I sound nothing like the girl who hates his guts.

“Open.”

Holding me still, he ever so slowly rubs the crown again. This time, pushing the mushroom head into my mouth. The barbell is cold on my tongue but as I tentatively explore, I love the feel of it. He’s silky yet hard. I close my eyes and suck harder.

But Nova’s harsh growl snaps them right open.

His wild pupils collide with mine.

I swirl my tongue around his cockhead, and I’m rewarded with his precum. He rips his cock away. Like the desperate slut he’s called me, I chase him with my mouth but he stays out of reach. “Nova, please.”

“I knew getting my dick pierced would be worth it.”

“What?” I ask in shock.

A carnal smirk tilts his lips. “I had it done for you, Rose. Call it payback for driving me insane with your belly ring. Now, I have one to torture you with too.”

Absolutely. Unhinged. Man.

It strangely feels like a commitment. Even perplexing is the possessiveness I feel. My heart feeling flattered. The rush of power addictive.

“You’re unbelieve—”

He slaps my mouth with his cock and thrusts inside. A little deeper than before. The surprise invasion has me choking. “I’ve been dying to see you just like this. Stripped naked and beneath me. Hating me but still sucking and begging for my dick.”

Feeding me another inch, he fills my mouth.

Another thick inch and he hits the resistance in my throat.

My back bows when he doesn’t let up and slowly squeezes another inch. He’s not even halfway in. Cutting off my air, he growls, “Suck, sweetheart.”

I do and he moans in pleasure.

When he pulls back, a trail of drool stretches between my panting mouth and his tip. Collecting it on his shaft, he paints my cheeks in our combined spit. “You’re even more stunning than my wet dreams.”

“Give me more,” I whisper.

“I’m going to push deeper,” he warns and thrusts again. “Be a good slut and open your mouth wider.”

Tears spring to my eyes as he shoves himself harder. My nails digging into the headboard for strength when he lifts my head to fit his inches to the back of my throat. His piercing hitting me with every plunge, adding a dirty thrill.

I crave fingers on my clit as he pulls back and thrusts again.

He isn’t deterred when my teeth graze the soft skin of his shaft and moves his hips to fuck my mouth. He does it slowly but repeatedly, my lips stretched wide. A tear falls as my lust mounts.

“Yeah, cry for me, Rose.” Thrust. “Such a good wife.” Thrust. “Enjoying her husband’s cock.” Thrust.

Pulling out as I gasp for breath, he shamelessly slaps my cheek with his shaft. Once on both sides. Treating me like his slut. I forget how we even got here, with me flat on my back and letting him fuck my mouth.

I’m losing my mind and he’s still in control.

My jaw aches and he’s barely lost his breath.

“Let me touch you,” I softly ask, plotting to destroy his arrogant composure.

“Not yet.”

“Why?”

“You didn’t think I would rush this once I finally had you under my mercy, did you?” he taunts. “You’re made to be worshipped. After this, you’ll resist me harder.” Slapping my cheek again, he rasps, “Guess what? It won’t work. Because you’re fighting a losing battle, my wife.”

So maybe I was going to. But he’s wrong about it being a lost battle.

He smiles, as if he can read my mind. “If it makes it easier, I plan to give you no choice. Good little sluts only know to obey and please.” Tapping my lips with the pierced tip, he commands, “Push your tongue in and taste me.”

Eagerly, I lap and circle him first. Flicking the barbell, I tug with my teeth until he hisses slightly. Smiling, I roll my tongue around and softly suck. His gaze narrows at my defiance but when he hears me moan at his taste, they darken.

“Keep it up and I won’t let you up for hours.”

Scared of having a sore throat, I push my tongue in the little slit and slurp on his salty cum. I’ve heard women hate the taste yet I don’t feel the same. Instead, red-hot jealously flares that other women must have tasted Nova before me.

Turns out, my selfish, not-sharing tendencies extend to my husband too.

His fingers threaded in my hair tightens and he tugs my head away. Stroking once, he pushes his heavy ball sack against my lips. “Lick. You’re going to taste all of me, Rose.”

Just when I think he couldn’t get filthier.

Keeping my eyes pinned on him, I brush my tongue over his balls. The feel of it different than his hard cock but manly all the same. The groan he lets loose eggs me on and I try to suck one whole.

“Fuck, Rose,” he moans, gaze heavy-lidded. “Again.”

This time, I flick him too while sucking softly. Pleasure swarms his features. Lips pulled back in a snarl as he pushes himself harder into my mouth. My heart swells in pride when he wrenches my arms down and growls, “Wrap your fist around me.”

I understand why he let both my hands down because one barely circles around his girth. He’s so slippery and wet from my saliva, I’m easily able to stroke him up and down. The trimmed hair near the base tickle my nose when I tilt my head to suck his other ball.

His free hand joins mine and he teaches me to stroke the way he likes. “Tighter, sweetheart. Just like that. Put me in your mouth. Now.”

Licking the underside from the root to the tip, I take as much of him as the position allows. I’ve never been so wet in my life. My own juices leak from my panties, soaking the sheets.

“Oh god!” I moan, when Nova takes my nipple between his forefinger and thumb to pull. “Ahh!!”

“Keep sucking,” he barks, shallowly thrusting his hips every time I push down. When it’s not enough, he abruptly pulls out. “Get on all fours.”

I rush to obey as soon as he climbs down my body. Fisting my hair before I’m even into position, he thrusts between my parted lips. He’s so much deeper yet nowhere near to the back of my throat. My spit dribbles to the bedsheets when he lets me breathe after a few shallow strokes.

His cock hanging in front of my mouth.

How many inches is it even?

“Count.”

I said it out loud?Fuck. My gaze flicks to his feral ones. Without warning, he fills my mouth again. I almost fall but he holds me up by my hair. I should feel degraded the way he’s manhandling me but I only want to beg for more. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in the bedroom.

“I’ll do it for you.” Slowly, he thrusts in. “One.”

Thrust. “Two.”

“Three.”

“Four.” Tortuously slow, he plunges in again, yanking me closer. My hands twist into the sheets as I feel his dominance, his restraint. He’s holding back. I try to relax my throat, swallowing another inch.

“Five.”

His cock meets resistance and he stops. Spittle drips from the corner of my mouth. Jerking my head so I’m staring up at him, his handsome face studies my messy one. Tears and saliva run down my hollowed cheeks. Years of breathing exercises during my swimming lessons is the only reason I’m not sputtering for oxygen.

Nova’s expression looks proud and dangerous.

Taking my right wrist, he wraps it around his shaft that isn’t stuffed in my mouth and orders, “You’ll feel and count the rest like this, sweetheart.”

I shake my head.

He stills. “You want my whole dick in your mouth?”

I nod, as much as I can.

His cock throbs and I feel his precum spurt on my tongue. I suck, grazing him with my teeth until I taste more. With a vile curse, he completely pulls out. “Greedy girl.”

“Don’t hold back, Nova. Force it down my throat,” I boldly tell him, almost pleading. “I know you want to.”

The last of his restraint snaps at my filthy request.

“Remember when I said I will use you like my fuck doll?” he darkly asks.

How could I forget? “I do.”

“Good. ’Cause I’m about to.”

I open my mouth just in time for his invasion. He’s a beast let loose from his captivity. Kneeling over me, he cups my head with both hands and forces me down on him.

Halfway in, he rasps in a guttural tone. “Six.”

Seven. “Mhmm.”

“Eight.”

Still not close.

“Nine.”

I reach my hand between my legs and rub my clit just as he shoves the last inch down to the hilt. My nose pressing against his stomach.

“Ten.” He holds me still, breathing harshly above me. “No fucking gag reflex. I should’ve known. You were made for me, Rose. Built to suck my dick.”

Shifting his back so the crown is only in, he savagely thrusts. Choking me a little. His balls slap my chin with every plunge. I rub my clit harder, close to an orgasm.

“Fuck. So good.” His pleasure-filled groans are my melody. “Look at me.”

He’s close.

Forgoing my own climax, I use my wetness to coat his balls. He fucks my mouth harder, pounding mercilessly.

“Hungry for my cum, aren’t you?” he demands. “Keep those eyes on me. Let me see just how much you hate me.”

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

“No!” I cry out when his cock is gone completely from my mouth. Jerking himself roughly, he tilts my head back and with a snarl, paints my entire face in him. His warm seed lands on my mouth, my cheeks. My eyes.

The angles of his face sharpens as he spurts the last of his cum.

He sees the anger in my eyes for not being allowed to swallow. I didn’t think I would even want that. But since he didn’t, I feel the loss. “Why?”

“You haven’t earned my cum in your mouth yet.” The corner of his lips rise in a filthy smirk. “And I also wanted to see you marked in it more.”

“I hate you.” My voice sounds as if I swallowed a bag of pipes. I’m going to be feeling him for days.

“Good.” He rubs his cum over my lips. “Loving me would be fatal.”

Moving away from the bed, he tugs me to the edge. I can’t help but complain with a pout, “I didn’t come.”

“We’re at my parents’ house, have you no shame?”

He brutally fucked and came on my face, and has the audacity to call me shameless?

“Like you haven’t brought girls in here?” I snap in stark jealousy, pissed from the very mean orgasm denial.

What the fuck? Jealous? Me? Over him?

Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

“No, I haven’t.” His gaze is intense and honest. Bending, he scoops me into his arm bridal style and carries me into the adjoined bathroom. “Don’t look so surprised.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’ve been engaged to you almost half my life, Rose.”

“You’ve also hated me since,” I retort as soon as he puts me down and cleans my face and chest with a damp tissue. “Why would any of it stop you?”

“It shouldn’t have.”

But it did… his silence says.