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

Chapter Seventy

I did a very bad miscalculation.

It’s taunting me from across the room.

It’s completely irrational yet red-hot jealously rears its ugly head. I should be concentrating on the report that requires my urgent attention. Instead, my attention is riveted—fixed like a laser—on my beautifully distracting wife.

Since I was in between meetings, I had sent a car to bring her to the office for our lunch date. Rather than send her home, I made her stay because I’ve become a fiend for her smiles, her fiery mouth, and can’t spend a minute apart from her.

Thankfully, she’s finally finished her book. So, I know I’m not keeping her from work.

Apparently, I would watch her rather than run my company.

Because how much work I’ve done in the last hour? Zero.

She’s currently lying on her stomach on the couch I especially bought and added in my office for her along with the glass bookshelf displaying the signed books she’s authored.

Her bent legs kick in the air, the black pleated schoolgirl skirt riding up the backs of her smooth thighs while she leans on her elbows. Her eyes are glued to the Kindle she’s reading. Somewhere during the last hour, she’s kicked off her sneakers and untied her hair from the high ponytail it was in.

While I’m distracted, she’s serene and oblivious to my tortured state.

She does this a lot.

Zoning out completely. Often the reason is because she’d daydream a scenario or perk up with an idea she wants to explore and then hastily search for somewhere to note it down. Except, she never has her phone around. So, I’ve placed little notepads and sticky notes with pens all around the house. I always smile when she happily sighs and jots down without wondering how the stationary got there in the first place.

Rosalie is adorable without even realizing it.

Though she’d be pissed if I told her as much.

My predicament, which has me going insane and stupidly jealous, is the way she effortlessly loses herself reading those spicy books. I might as well as be a piece of furniture next to her for all the attention she bestows on me.

Yes, I know I sound illogical, but when have I ever been rational when it comes to my Rose? I’m possessive of every little thing about her that it borders on criminal.

I was worried about other men stealing her attention—I was dead wrong.

With Rose, I’m not just competing with every man in the world, but even the ones that don’t exist. The fictional ones she obsesses and often daydreams about. I want to be the only man she obsesses over.

To be the only man she constantly thinks about.

I want to bury myself into her psyche, her heart, and her goddamn soul.

The only reason I haven’t lost my sanity is because she writes me in her book, even if I’m painted as the villain and die a gruesome death. I don’t care as long as I’m deep enough in her mind that even when she creates another world, another realm, I’m part of it. She thinks of me. Even if the villains are inspired by me.

I’m so whipped for her, I’ll take any crumbs.

“Rose,” I call out, slamming my laptop shut. I’m not focusing on it anyway. My tone is barely restrained. My thin patience close to snapping.

Her head doesn’t lift from book she’s reading. “Hmm?”

“Come here.” I loosen my tie.

“Just a minute.”

“Now.”

Her legs stop swinging and slowly, she turns her head my way. The look I give has her swallowing nervously and clenching her thighs together. Pushing aside the Kindle, she sits upright and rises. Hips swaying enticingly, she struts all the way back to behind my desk while biting her fat bottom lip.

Taking her hand, I pull her between my spread legs and the edge of the wide table. Until she has nowhere to go, caged in like my perfect little prey. Without the heels, her perky tits are right in front of my face.

If only I could taste them.

Cupping behind her knees, I trail my palms upward, causing her to suck in a sharp gasp. I keep going until I reach the hem of the sexy skirt she wore today. Her outfit is meant to give me a permanent hard-on around her. She’s dressed like a schoolgirl, making me itch to bend her over and spank her ass with a ruler.

Her fingers curl around the table when I grab her ass cheeks, bare from the thong she’s wearing, and squeeze. I watch those nipples harden into diamonds.

Lifting my gaze to her rosy cheeks and red lips, I casually ask, “Enjoyed the book?”

“I—”

“Never mind.” I slide my fingers over her wet cunt. “You’re soaked.”

Her gaze skirts away, hair falling like a curtain as she hides the flicker of shyness. After every depraved and forbidden deed I’ve done to her, she still gets embarrassed and blushes like a nun.

The sick bastard in me loves it.

While my desperate cock leaks precum.

At a loss for words, she grinds her pussy against my hand, silently demanding for me to make her come. I’m not in a gracious mood, I’m going to make her earn it. A little payback for the day she sent me that erotic clip of her fingers fucking her own pussy and ass.

I had to rub one out in my office.

“What about it made you so hot, Rose?” I darkly demand, keeping my strokes over the lacy thong teasing and languid. “I might do the same to you.”

At that, a smirk graces her lips.

I narrow my eyes and arch one eyebrow. “What is it?”

“A threesome,” she breathlessly answers, becoming wetter. “With the fourth one watching.”

“Not a chance in hell, sweetheart.” I hook my finger in the lace, pulling tight before snapping it against her folds. She hisses at the sting. I growl through gritted teeth, “I don’t share you.”

She softens at my possessiveness and confesses, “I don’t need or want anyone but you, Nova. Just because I enjoyed reading it, doesn’t mean I wish to experience it. Most nights, you’re too much for me.”

“Good. Because inviting someone in our bed is one thing I can never give you. You want to be fucked like a slut, used like a fuck doll? Only I get to do it. No other man is allowed in your vicinity ever again.”

“Same goes for you.” Her tone mirrors my possessiveness while jealousy drips from every syllable. “You’re mine. Every part of you. Your cock, your lips, your fingers… they’re all for me.”

“They’ve been yours the second our eyes locked that first night in London, Rose,” I admit in a guttural tone. Pushing the lace to the side, I thrust one digit to the hilt. “I haven’t fucked another girl since I claimed you.”

“What?” She freezes, like she can’t believe what I just said.

Even as angry as I was, the thought of going near another woman was enough to make my skin crawl. It was physically impossible. I would’ve cut off my limbs before I ever did.

It was Rose or no one else.

“Why would I?” I rasp, circling my finger inside her walls until she clenches, sucking me in deep. “When I found heaven between your thighs.”

“So, I was your first?” she teases, the shadows disappearing at my truth. “Were you a virgin, Nova?”

I thrust another finger, hard enough to jostle her head to toe. “The only virginity you took of mine was getting me to practice monogamy for the first time in my life. Now, unbutton your top.”

Her dark pupils glaze over in lust at my command.

She obeys, lifting trembling hands to the buttons of her blouse. I unhook her skirt with my other hand and let it pool on the floor. I’m stuck staring at each inch of skin she reveals, seductively stripping for me.

The anticipation to see the gorgeous sight underneath making my cock twitch.

I know she isn’t wearing a bra. The reason behind it makes me grin.

She doesn’t miss and playfully glares, well aware of the trajectory of my thoughts.

“Show me, Rose,” I command, shifting closer. “Let me see those pierced nipples. You know the sight of you in my diamonds makes me hard.”

A promise is a promise.

No sooner had I fulfilled her fantasy of having me under her mercy than I took her to get those pale brown nipples pierced the same weekend.

Of course, I didn’t let a man touch her.

Hell, even watching another woman touching her made me feral.

A groan erupts from deep in my chest when she parts her shirt, wincing slightly when it grazes her sore and still healing nipples. Glinting white diamonds that match her belly piercing sparkle. The view is enough to make up for the time until I can put my mouth on those tips, feel them on my tongue as I torment her.

“Fuck! Sweetheart!” I curse. “You look so mouthwateringly sexy.”

“Nova!” she whines when I pull out my fingers from her pussy.

It turns into a needy sound when I tear her thong until she’s standing naked in my office, looking like a wet dream. No, a reality I never knew would be mine.

Leaning closer, I kiss the soft mounds tenderly.

“I can’t wait to have my mouth on them, Rose.”

She flushes a deep red.

I hike her up onto my desk, her tits bouncing. “Knees up. Keep them open.”

“Please,” she begs, eagerly obeying. “I need your mouth, Nova.”

Her silky hair hangs over her breasts, nipples peeking through them.

Sliding her hips to the edge, I kiss her belly ring before pulling at it. I trail my kisses lower, licking and sucking until I inhale the scent of her arousal. She smells divine. Squirming, she tries to lift her slit to my open mouth.

I skirt around where she desires me the most and punishingly bite down on her inner thigh. Slapping her pussy as she whimpers and moves, I growl, “Patience, wife.”

Spreading her folds, I stare at her open pussy. Dark pink, glistening, and so fucking pretty. She squirms at the intensity of my dirty attention… or the vulnerability. Whatever it is, liquid drips from her entrance.

I take a long lick from her puckered hole to her clit.

A sharp tug on my hair as her fingers grab my head, she pushes my mouth harder.

“Yes! Nova! Right there!”

I suck her clit, flicking it repeatedly with my tongue.

“Oh god!”

Her ass grinds harder and I plunge two fingers inside her.

The little slut rides my hand and tongue with abandon.

I pull back before she can come.

“No!” she cries. “Come back!”

Spank.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge.”

Spank.

Tears of frustration slide down her cheeks. I must be a sadist because seeing her so raw and on the edge, reflecting desire and craving for my touch, where I’m her entire universe, makes me want to torture her a bit more. Make the moment last a bit longer.

In these moments, I have the power to coax her into being under my mercy.

While the rest of the time, I’m completely powerless.

And she owns me.

“Nova, please let me come,” she begs sweetly.

“How badly?”

“Bad.” Spreading her legs wider, she touches her slit. “I ache, Nova.”

“Come and sit on my lap.”

At my order, she scrambles to stand. Turning her around, I guide her down until her back is against my front. My cock throbbing against her ass. Hooking her knees on the armrests, I keep her cunt on display and her legs immobile with my arm under her tits.

Her head rests on my chest and from above, I can see everything.

The light sheen of sweat on her skin.

The rise and fall of her pierced nipples, hard and inviting.

So can she, because her breathing picks up as she clutches the back of my neck. She didn’t notice before but one of her books was resting on the corner of my desk. The one I was rereading because I couldn’t get enough of her words.

It makes me feel closer to her when she’s not around.

And after I’m done making her orgasm, it’ll wear her scent too.

“You want to come, Rose?” I murmur in her ear, kissing beneath it.

She nods. “Yes.”

“Open your pussy and don’t fucking close your thighs.” Biting her lip, I warn, “No matter what I do. You come when I say.”

Reaching between her legs, she does as she’s told.

“Good girl.”

My right arm easily stretches and grabs her book. Goosebumps erupt on her flawless skin, her breath hitching as she murmurs, “What are you doing, Nova?”

“Making you come.” I tighten my arm around her chest when her back arches just as I connect the sharp edge of the spine against her clit.

“Ahhh…” The low and sensual moan slips from her lips.

I rub the edge over the length of her drenched slit, pushing it deeper. Teasing and caressing. Eliciting one filthy moan after another until her fingers start to slip.

I slow down.

“Open. I want to see your little clit.”

It takes her a second but she does. Her body locked so tight. So close.

Enjoying my depravity.

“Such a shameless slut, my Rose,” I groan in her ear as I pick up my pace. Her juices leaking onto her book. “Naked in my office where anyone could walk in. Getting her pussy fucked. Distracting her husband with soft little cries, begging to come.”

“Nova!”

I circle her clit and drag the edge back to her entrance. I rub harder and faster, mixing a little pain with pleasure. Her hips ride and grind.

“Yeah, keep fucking that pussy. I want that book to smell like your cum, Rose.”

She becomes delirious, head shaking side to side, panting loudly.

“Rub your clit for me.”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I reach down and slide three fingers in her wet and empty hole. Shoving the now drenched book aside, I bang her pussy ruthlessly. Slapping my palm down every time until wet noises cut through the air.

Twisting my hand in her hair, I turn her head and lock my lips with hers. I kiss her, swallowing her whimpers and cries. I stroke her G-spot, hard and fast. Mercilessly.

“Come. Now!”

She falls apart, jerking in my arms.

I hold her immobile, fucking her through the climax.

Until her cum soaks my pants.