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

Chapter Sixty-eight

Why does time fly by fast in a blink when you don’t want it to?

It’s been a month of heavenly marital bliss.

A month of getting to know Nova in a different light to the last ten years. I love knowing there are little innocent and mundane things about him only I’m aware of and witness. It makes me feel closer to him. Connected on a deeper level.

He fills a part of my soul that I didn’t know was empty.

The corner that ached for a person to call her own.

My dogs adore him, just as smitten, and are always waiting for him at the front door sharp on time when he’s about to return from work. He doesn’t have to knock before they start barking nonstop. Nova still claims to not like them, yet every day he’s taking them twice for a walk. I had burst out laughing when one evening, I accidently saw him returning with Maggie in his arms because she refused to walk back.

Meanwhile Bunny, who never allowed anyone to touch him in the past—not even Bianca who was with me when I brought him home—never goes a day without playing or cuddling with Nova. He’s giving Fire competition on who is more obsessed with my husband.

However, none are as obsessed and addicted as I am.

During our honeymoon, we were inseparable but back home, our reality is a lot different but no less incredible. As promised, I haven’t had a single meal alone. Either he comes home or sends a car for me to meet him at his workplace.

Both of our professions keep us plenty busy that we have to take time out of our schedules. Especially since our working hours are completely upside down.

My favorite time to write is at night, into the wee hours of the morning. It’s when my imagination is at its peak and words flow easily. It ends the possibility of Nova staying awake until I return to bed. Because when I finally lay down, after a few hours he has to be up.

I always feel bad when I notice he’s stopped going to bed early. Instead, he keeps me company in the library or his office, working side by side. He doesn’t disturb me and quietly strokes my hair or caresses my legs.

Just when I catch him yawning or rubbing his eyes, I take a break and force him upstairs. He insists he’s not tired but one look at his handsome face and I get my answer.

Sometimes we fuck, especially on nights when penning a particular scene leaves me all hot and bothered. Half the time, we don’t make it to the bed before we’re tearing off each other’s clothes, our mouths roaming all over each other. My cries get swallowed by him when he enters me with one brutal thrust.

Often, I’m suspicious he acts to be sleepy on purpose just so I’ll give him attention.

I sure as hell have no complaints.

Especially on nights when we cuddle until he falls asleep and I sneak to the library after staring at his peaceful face for a few moments.

Being an author isn’t just about writing and finishing a story, there are a million other tasks—before and after a release—that are daunting and demands constant attention.

Nova never lets me feel as if my work is any less important than his.

He’s supportive and encouraging, even listens to me rant about characters that are being difficult. Then in the middle of a conversation, I would catch him nonchalantly slipping ideas in my head regarding the future of fictional Nova.

He’s made it his mission to make him live.

As if.

Also, my grand resolution of waking early only lasted for two mere days, making Nova smug as hell. I’m pretty sure I kicked him away when he tried to wake me.

So, when I do get the advantage of rising before him—a very rare opportunity—I make the most of it. Like waking him up with his hard cock in my mouth.

Nova’s cock slips from my lips as I raise my gaze to meet his lazy one watching and searing my skin. His thumb caresses down my cheek before collecting his precum from the corner of my lips to push inside my parted mouth.

“What fantasy do you want to live today, Rose?” he drawls, his thumb tracing the outline of my lips. I flick my tongue, making his pupils darken. “Tell me or I’m taking my fill of your cunt.”

My husband has become my muse.

The threat and promise all rolled into one has my pussy pulsing. The fantasy, or should I say the urge, is the on tip of my tongue as I drag my hungry gaze over his lethal and muscular body.

Those steel abs—every woman’s kryptonite—make my mouth water as they tighten before me as he inhales sharply.

I may have hated his very existence in the past but that didn’t mean I never appreciated and admired his fine physique. He leans against the headboard, looking relaxed, but from living with him for weeks, I know he’s barely restrained.

“Rose,” he snaps, impatient when I stay quiet too long.

I smile.

His gaze narrows, right before he attacks. Hands grab my underarms and haul me up his body until I’m straddling his waist, the shaft of his cock sliding between my drenched pussy lips.

I roll my hips and grind, moaning as the friction sends sparks of pleasure across my clit.

His fingers dig into my flesh. Deep. Rough. Harsh.

I peer down at him and finally spill, “I want to ride your cock, hubby. Just like this.”

“You want to be in control?”

“Yes.”

“Decide when I get to come?” His lips tug on one side while still looking intimidating as ever. Dangerous. Predatory. “Want to have me under your mercy?”

The picture he paints is so fucking tempting. Even though I just wanted to feel him stretching me just like this. To check if his cock hits deeper in this position.

If I get to control his pleasure, then that’s just the icing on the cake. Every time, he’s controlled mine. Always deciding if I’m worthy of his cum.

About time he earned mine.

But the question is, will he let me? And how long before he snatches it back?

“Can I?”

“Say please first.”

Instead of doing as he says, I shake my head and cup my breasts. Squeezing and rolling my nipples between my forefingers and thumbs. Trailing them to my pussy, I spread my slit around his girth and ride and grind without slipping him inside.

His eyes flare.

“You let me be in control,” I purr, grinding back and forth over his lengthening shaft. Hardening and swelling even more. “I’ll let you pierce my nipples.”

I know I’ve won when his lips curl and his hands slide away to cross behind his head.

“Ride away, my wife.” Trembling from excitement, I stroke his cock once before aiming the crown against my entrance. “Once I’m inside your pussy, you better believe I’m going to hold you to your promise, Rose. I will have those nipples glimmering with diamonds.”

I take him to the hilt in one thrust, my eyes rolling back in my head as I fully take in his full ten inches.

We both groan, my pulse pounding in my ears.

And fuck—he is deeper this way. So deep I feel him in my womb.

I rest my hands on his thighs and find my rhythm, bouncing up and down while his deep grunts encourage me to go faster. Harder.

“You want to kill me like you whine all the time, your cunt might just do the job,” he growls.

I watch him through my blurry gaze to find his hands gripping the headboard.

His muscles flexing and bunching in restraint as he fights his impulse to pound into me from below.

My nipples peak and my clit throbs having him under my mercy. Wanting to torture him even worse, I slow my thrusts and lean down to lick his nipples.

Circling it with my tongue, I suck them into my mouth and cry out when he meets my hips in a savage slam from below.

“You promised,” I complain when he cheats.

“And you said you wanted to ride my dick. Yet all I can feel is you grinding and sitting on it.” He barks roughly, taunting, “If your tits aren’t bouncing in my face, you’re not doing the job right. Work those hips you tease me with every goddamn day.”

Asshole.

His rough and scolding remarks do the job of challenging me.

Daring me.

“I was taking it easy on you anyways, Nova. Don’t want you to come so soon,” I retort.

It only makes his cock twitch and throb inside me. The bastard loves riling me up, even while we’re fucking.

God, I hate him.

“Fuck my cock like you desperately wanted or let me fuck the sass out of you.”

“I think I won’t let you come at all,” I growl before using his broad shoulders as leverage to rise and thrust down on his cock.

His balls slap against my ass every time I bottom out. My whimpers and his animalistic grunts fill the space around us. I love hearing his pleasure that he feels because of me.

I bring him down to this.

No one else. Me.

The power has me riding him faster. “Oh god,” I cry out when I change the angle, his cockhead hitting my G-spot.

“What happened to not letting me come, hmm?” he taunts, despite the desire and savageness lurking in his features.

“Shut up.”

He doesn’t.

“You’re going to look so stunning with my piercings. I will tease and toy with your tits for hours. Biting, sucking, pulling with my teeth.” His filthy mouth continues pushing me toward the edge. “I’ll have you so wet and stimulated until I force orgasm after orgasm from just playing with your tits alone.”

“Nova!” I moan, my thighs shaking from exertion.

“Yeah… keeping riding my dick like a good little slut.”

“Oh fuck.” My rhythm stutters and I almost beg him to finish me off.

“Turn around and ride my dick,” he says.

“Stop cheating.” I complain.

It has no effect on him. “Let me see that ass shake, sweetheart. You can control my orgasm all you want. Torture me, Rosa.”

The need in his throaty voice has me obeying and reverse cowgirl riding him. The things he’s had me do in our bed. The only time I like listening to him, pleasing him.

I don’t understand it.

“Good girl.”

The heat of his gaze incinerates my skin and I lower my hand to rub my clit. I flick and circle, like he does, but only come halfway close to the perfect pressure he brings.

“I-I’m going to come.”

“Choke my dick. Milk it.”

As the blinding ache nears, I forget being in control and lose the fight as I beg, “Touch me, Nova. Pleas—”

The words end on a pleasured scream as the upper half of my body is forced onto the mattress. Nova’s body covering mine before he slams into me again and again.

“Come, my Rose,” he commands.

I shout his name as I climax. His thrusts don’t slow down, prolonging my orgasm. He doesn’t stop rutting me into the sheets when I feel his hands spread open my ass cheeks and he fingers my asshole.

I’m ashamed when I moan just as he pushes a single digit in. “Ahh, yes!”

It doesn’t hurt like it did the first time. In fact, I crave the raw and forbidden touch. Because every time we’re fucking, he stretches my ass until I’ve begging him for more. He hasn’t said when but I know it’s going to be soon when he steals the last of my virginity.

He’s filled our nightstand with plugs and toys.

Some in sizes I wouldn’t dare to touch, let alone put inside me. The sight of them both scaring and arousing. Yet, we both know I’ll never say no if he decided to use them. I’m a ball of need and anticipation because except the butt plug, we haven’t explored the others.

“Do you like my fingers in your ass, Rose?” pierces Nova’s husky voice through my fog of lust.

“I do,” I whimper when he pushes in two more. “Nova!”

“Such a good girl,” he groans, licking my neck. “My good girl. You’re going to make me come so hard, Rose. Say what I want to hear.”

“Come, baby,” I turn my head and suck his bottom lip. “Fill me with your cum.”

“Fuck!”

One thrust.

Two.

Three.

He roars out his release, biting down on my shoulder, and it triggers another silent orgasm through my spent body.