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

Chapter Sixty-two

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have sneaked out,” I twist my fingers in his hood and yank him closer. How did I not recognize him before? The signs were right there.

So many mysterious questions form on the tip of my tongue.

Mainly, how the hell did he know my exact location? Even if he had followed me to the club, no one but me knew about the hidden maze above. Among the crowd and darkness of the club, he couldn’t have kept his eye on me every second until I disappeared upstairs.

Currently, I just want to get away from here.

“Take me back, Nova,” I plead, kissing his mouth in apology for tonight’s mistake. My heart stops when he doesn’t return the kiss. Frowning, I pull back. “Nova?”

I gulp when he takes my wrist away from his face and pushes it against the wall beside my head. My thighs tighten around his hips when he steps closer until we’re flush against each other.

My racing heartbeat mingling against his steady one.

His silence is making me a nervous wreck.

So is the impenetrable expression clouding his eyes.

Have I pushed him too far?

“We’re not leaving until I get what I came here for.”

I don’t understand. Does he know? I suppress a shudder. “What?”

“I’m not here for my wife.” Caging my throat underneath his fingers, he holds me still so I’m hanging on to his every predatory confession. “I’m here for my little prey I plan to ravage tonight.”

A foreboding feeling cold as ice sinks in.

The question I was holding back boils to the surface, spilling out like hot lava. “How are you here, Nova?”

“The same way you are.”

No. No. No.

“But how?”

He squeezes, cutting off my air and tsks, “I don’t recall you being so talkative in the past, Rose. I like you a scared and turned-on mess, hungry for cock like a twisted slut.”

“No!” I’m shaking my head before he even finishes, and chant, “It can’t be. You’re lying.”

Sliding me down his body, he steps back while I try not to fall under the crumbling weight of slowly unveiling reality. My mind is incapable of believing that all this time I have been sleeping with my bully and my enemy. My fiancé and tormentor.

Was this his way of getting payback for Malcolm and for all the other life-threatening stunts I pulled on him?

Unzipping his jacket, he shrugs it off his broad shoulders and reveals the tight black T-shirt stretched across his abs and flexing muscles. Tilting my chin upward, he says in a tone belonging to the devil, “I never lie, Rose. You know that.”

The earth shakes as everything I was feeling for him a moment ago twists into ugly betrayal and sizzling anger.

I’ve been a fool.

A na?ve and pathetic fool.

Why did I ever think I could outsmart him? He’s not even ashamed or regretful. In fact, he looks just as mad, like I did him wrong.

“You tricked me!” I shout accusingly.

His lips curve in a deviant smirk. “It hasn’t been easy keeping this secret, pretending I didn’t know the feel of your cunt strangling my cock. Your sweet cries begging for more, pleading to fuck you harder and deeper.”

“The Provocative Playground…”

“Doesn’t exist.”

I lose it as blinding rage pierces through my system. With a scream, I charge toward him and raise my hand to slap the arrogance off his face. Before my palm can connect with his cheek, he twists my wrist and pushes it against my back. I turn my face to the side as he smashes my front against the wall, covering my back with his chest.

His aggression turning me on despite the sting of betrayal.

“I missed your fight, little hellion,” he chuckles in my ear. “Our night in the haunted house, you left me with a bleeding back from all your scratching. I wore your marks for days.”

“I hate you so fucking much, you liar.”

“I bloody hate you too,” he growls back just as passionately. Fiercely. “Every time you accepted the invitation, I was left furious and itching to draw blood. To you, I was just another guy to sate your desires. While I was forced to pretend my woman was choosing every man out there over me. So, I took it all out on your tempting little body. Bruising and claiming your pussy for one night of the year while hating your vengeful guts for the rest.”

“You’ve always been vengeful and a manipulator, Nova.” My voice is sharp. “You fucked me anonymously because it bruised your fragile ego that I fucked your best friend, Malcolm. Of course you wouldn’t just let it go. You’ve been lying to me, feeding me bullshit lines about how you don’t care because I didn’t have feelings for him. You obviously fucking do.”

Sudden coldness hits my back when he shifts, my wrist still in his hand. He captures the other, holding them both in one hand while using the other to slip it underneath my skirt. In a savage move, he rips apart my stockings.

I fight against his grip and spit out, “Don’t you dare touch me, Nova. You’re out of your goddamn mind if you think I’m letting you near my body again.”

“The truth changes nothing. I’m still going to chase you. When I catch you, I’m going to fuck you raw.”

Twisting the torn material and my thong between my ass cheeks, he tugs until it painfully digs against my asshole and my pussy lips. Forcing my legs apart with his booted feet on the inside, he slides the string back and forth, creating a delicious friction.

Harsh.

Slow.

Unrelenting.

“Look at you, dripping down your thighs.” Spank. “Making a messy puddle on the floor.”

“Not for you,” I grit out, gasping when he gives a rough jerk of his wrist. I bite my lips but a low whimper slips, “Ahh.”

He laughs. “At least tell convincing lies, sweetheart.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hard or slow?” Pulling me against his front, he taunts huskily in my ear, “But you don’t like choices, do you, little lamb? You just want to be fucked and used like a warm hole for my cock.”

His filthy taunt leaves a tremor rocking down my spine.

He chuckles knowingly.

Every time I begged for an orgasm he viciously kept out of reach, it was him. Every time I reached home satisfied there was one piece of me I wasn’t giving to my nemesis, it was him all along.

I do find some satisfaction in knowing he wasn’t my first.

That’ll eat away at him for the rest of our lives.

In the next breath, he’s wrenching down the tattered remains of my once beautiful stockings. With one strong pull, my soaked thong comes off next. He’s like a raging bull, seconds from devouring me.

Freeing my wrists, he turns me to face him. There’s no mischievous glint in his brown pupils, only a hunter with primal and brutal intentions.

Pushing his hands underneath my skirt and cupping my bare ass, he fits us together until our lower halves touch. His intimidating bulge—the same cock that has fucked me countless times while I remained clueless—throbs and lengthens against my clit.

His hold like a vise, I glare at him.

“Oh, how I have envisioned the same look in your eyes, Rose. Shocked, mad, betrayed yet tortured over how you still crave me, lust after me.” A slow, languid grind over my skirt, making me dig my nails into his forearms, he boasts, “Tonight… you even wanted it to be me. You. Finally. Choose. Me.”

He punctuates every word with a thrust.

“A mistake,” I cry out. My eyes threatening to close against the onslaught of pleasure. “A stupid error in judgment.”

His jaw, dark with evening stubble, clenches so hard I can hear his molars grind.

Yanking me closer, his mouth descends on mine.

I lose the last of my sanity.

Falling into the abyss that is Nova.

Our lips, teeth, tongues devour each other, competing for dominance while his rough hands caress me everywhere. My breasts, my neck, my pussy. Fisting and pulling my hair, twisting and tugging my nipples until I whimper. He fingers flip my skirt up to spank my ass before squeezing it almost to the point of pain.

I lick every crevice of his mouth, biting his bottom lip. He hisses when I drew blood. Yet he keeps kissing me back with fervor. Tasting and swallowing my fury.

Pushing me against the wall yet again, he rips his mouth from mine to trail his tongue down my throat. I tilt my head, giving him access. Raining kisses, sucks, and bites along my collarbone, he wrenches down the strap of my top.

Freeing one breast, his head dips to circle his tongue around my nipple, and he sucks. Hard. Deep. Trapping the tip between his teeth.

“Oh god!”

Jerking the neckline of my top down until it bunches underneath my breasts, he spits on my neglected nipple. Spreading the wetness around, he twists the hard nub with two fingers. Until both are equally swollen and red, does he pull away.

Gazing into my half-lidded eyes, he shoves his hand between my thighs. I am embarrassingly drenched.

“For someone calling this a mistake, you’re sure wet as hell, Rose,” he taunts, rubbing my slippery folds and slapping right over my clit, until his palm makes a wet noise. “Such a pretty sound. My favorite music.”

Circling my entrance, he plunges two fingers to the hilt.

Thrusting sharply.

The same wet slapping sound filling the air.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist one last primal fuck.” His tone is dark like a stormy night. Ruthlessly pounding into my pussy, he continues lashing me with his tongue, “Especially the way I left you last night. You always want to punish me when I piss you off. This was the ultimate punishment if there ever was. Yet it’s you, dear wife,” he thrusts hard. “Who’s going to be taught a lesson.”

Pulling out his fingers before I can fall over the edge, he slowly licks them clean.

“The final hunt and this time, I’m claiming my prize once and for all. We’re walking out of here until there’s no doubt left in your soul that you belong. To. Me.”

My pulse kicks a scared beat.

Because his entire demeanor shifts.

Arms bulging at his sides, his primal and cold gaze runs down my aroused half-naked body in torn clothes. I watch as he bends and picks the mask before putting it on, hiding his devilish face.

A slight tilt of his head, he commands, “Run!”