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

Chapter Seventy-three

The past week since Zenith dropped an upending bomb, I’ve been in a perpetual dark mood. The only ray of light has been Rosalie. She’s both a perfect distraction and a reminder that I need to confront my father.

His disgraceful secret is no longer a secret.

The truth has brought so much clarity and an even bigger chaotic storm.

He had to have known it all along, although he never showed any signs, which is why Jasmine wasn’t chosen as my bride. He still hasn’t given any inclination that the whole reason for the sordid deal was to be closer to his estranged daughter.

Neither did Lily.

She was destroying my family with her mere existence several years ago.

And now, she may just destroy my marriage too.

Rosalie’s parents have only ever been the bane of my existence.

I don’t want to dump all the skeletons of my past on Rosalie without backing up my truths. Because she’ll chose her mom’s words over mine. I don’t trust Lily not to manipulate and twist the story in her favor. Or give ammunition to Mihir to have the upper hand, who must suspect my father is the real father of Jasmine.

There are too many innocent lives at stake, whose reality will flip upside down.

Jasmine. Rosalie. My mother.

Mom has suffered enough and I won’t watch her go down the same depressive path again. I barely saved her the last time. She puts up a strong front and shows she is strong, but she’s also fragile.

I repress a sigh at the clusterfuck of it all.

Even now, I should be paying attention to the presentation being given by my senior project head. Yet my mind is elsewhere.

On my siren of a wife with red lips and black eyes.

She sits on my right on the long conference table. The end of my new fountain pen trapped between her teeth while she pretends to listen to my employee raving about the numbers.

No one is none the wiser.

Meanwhile, I’m attuned to her breathing slowly picking up. The movement of her tongue licking her bottom lip, biting the corner. Every nervous swallow when she senses my gaze flicking her way, roaming down the feminine vest-style top she’s wearing. The collared V neckline tempting me with a view of her cleavage.

Then there’s the squirming.

The subtle shifting of her hips as she crosses and uncrosses her thighs.

I know the reason of her agony. After all, I’m the cause of it.

Yet satisfaction nor smugness burns, only torment. While all the blood has rushed to my cock. I’m rock hard in the middle of my meeting. A fucking first for me.

I’m drumming my fingers on my thigh underneath the table to stop myself from yanking her chair closer and shoving my hand underneath her skirt. To touch the wetness I know is waiting for me.

In retrospect, I should’ve left her in my office. Instead, I brought her to the conference room since one of the topics of the meeting was going to be her pet project. The shelter for dogs. There are still a few permits pending but it’s moving forward well.

Except in my hasty decision fueled by the obsession to keep her close, I forgot she would become the center of my focus. I gave up listening when she shot me a carnal look.

“…as I said, by the end of the next quarter, we’ll quadruple our profits. We’re also hiring one of the interns, who actually came up with the idea to…”

Rosalie leans forward.

Her head tilts toward mine.

Except her pretty eyes don’t meet mine. They land on my mouth while her tongue peeks out to wet the tip of the pen. Then she shifts and squirms again.

My control snaps.

“Everyone, out.” My sharp voice cuts through the air. Their confused gazes snapping to my face. “Now!”

They all scramble at once, the squeaking and scraping noise of their chairs filling the space as they collect their papers and notepads they brought with them.

My stare is pinned on my wife, who flushes red. Her lips part in shock.

She nervously swallows when I stand. The pen clattering to the desk at the sight of my hard dick, running along my thigh. Wordlessly, I saunter to the door and lock it. Turning around, I slowly remove my suit jacket as I approach her.

“You really test my patience, dear wife.”

Rotating her chair, I take in her drunk-on-lust face. My cock inches from her lips.

“I can smell your arousal, Rose.” I tuck her hair back, tilting her jaw. “Were you thinking about my cock fucking you?”

Running her palm over my erection, she boasts, “Unlike someone, I was paying attention.”

“Is that why you were practically humping the chair like a slut?”

Color rushes to her rosy cheeks.

Fisting her hair, I sharply tug it back until she has to drop her hand. She stills at the sound of my zipper lowering as I pull out my aching cock. I’m in a perpetual state of hardness around my cocktease of a villainous wife.

While I stroke my girth, she reaches between her thighs and rubs her pussy under the skirt. Bringing her closer, I rub the drop of precum on the outline of her lips. Her tongue comes out to circle the shiny metal she can’t get enough of.

“Now you’ll be a good girl and pay attention to sucking your husband’s cock.”

Her lips have barely parted before I’m forcing the crown past them. Widening my stance, I thrust half of my shaft in and pull out. Holding her immobile, I plunge again and don’t stop until her cheeks are hollowed and drool drips from the corner.

She breathes through her nose, but it’s still a struggle when I keep feeding her more of my shaft. Her palms slap on my thighs, eyes half-mast and tears leaking from the corners.

“All of it, Rose.”

Another inch.

“I want to see you choke.”

One more inch.

“Until I’m buried to the back of your throat.”

I thrust the last two inches until her nose is pressed against my groin. Her throat tightens, sucking me in like a vise as I hold her there. Blinding pleasure consumes me. With a grunt, I pull out. A trail of spit connecting us.

“Breathe.”

I slam to the hilt. She sputters around my length. Her pupils widen when I pinch her nose, stealing the rest of her oxygen. Until she’s completely at my mercy. Her eyes close in beautiful submission, even as the rest of her fights.

“You should know better than to tease and lie to me. Bad little girl.”

I let go and at the same time, I withdraw.

She coughs and gulps in precious air.

I almost spill my load when she fists my shaft and strokes. Gazing up at me with dark hunger, she begs, “Do it again.”

“I feel you strangling my dick like that again, I’ll spill down your throat,” I rasp. With my grip in her hair, I make her stand and turn around. “Except, every inch of you has been begging to be fucked for the last hour.”

“Yes, fuck me, please.”

Pushing her down flat on the wide long desk, I flip her skirt up and spread her delectable ass cheeks. Until I can see the wide and circular surface of the butt plug I inserted in her asshole, readying her to take me there.

Tonight.

Tilting her hips until she’s stretched on her toes, I order, “Widen your legs. Show me your cunt that I own.”

Whimpering and beyond turned on, she obeys in a heartbeat. Like the shameful slut she’s for me, she arches her back. Begging without words for me to fuck her and sate her insatiable lust.

“Patience, wife.”

Pressing two of my fingers against her drenched slit, I dip inside and, goddammit, she’s soaked. Sticky and so beautifully messy. I paint her arousal around her clit and back to her ass cheeks. “How long have you been sitting with this wet-as-hell pussy, Rose? You better not have ruined my chair and left a damp spot for every employee of mine to see. I have a company to run. I can’t afford to have a massacre in the fucking building.”

Because she’s equally unhinged and deranged as me, she gushes on my hand.

“Tell me. How long have you sat like a horny slut?”

“Since moment you began to speak in your commanding tone.”

“My voice turned you on?”

“Ye… yes.”

I thrust both my fingers to the hilt in her tight pussy. She clenches, shudders, and bucks against my hand, trying to fuck herself. I withdraw my hand, leaving her on edge. A sadistic smile tilting my lips when she slaps the desk in frustrated anger.

Grabbing her waist, I hold her still and align my cockhead against her entrance. Without warning, I plunge inside her cunt in one vicious thrust. The instant satisfaction and mind-numbing pleasure rock my spine at being buried inside her.

I wait for a few heartbeats for her to adjust to my invasion.

Yanking her by her hair, I arch her back and pound into her relentlessly.

I fuck her ruthlessly, like she craves, making sure my piercing hits her G-spot every time I bottom out.

“Nova! Yes. Yes. More.”

Her feet lift off the floor while my hold is keeping her upright. My eyes almost close from the intensity of ecstasy her pussy brings. Almost like I’m fucking a virgin because of how bloody tight she is. Her walls squeeze my shaft as I piston in and out of her.

My dick a blurry sight as I watch where we’re joined.

The urge to record the sight of her struggling to take my length so strong.

I abruptly pulling out.

“No!” she whines.

I flip her onto her back, put her ass on the desk before pushing inside her again. I throw her right leg over my shoulder to leave her vulnerable and helpless to stop my rough and hard thrusts.

“You’re at my mercy, Rose.” I growl, circling her throat. “I decide how and when you get fucked. Be grateful I took pity today and gave you the orgasm your eyes were begging for the entirety of the meeting.”

She smirks, despite the tears in her eyes and flushed face. “Not my fault you get distracted easily, Nova. Don’t think I didn’t notice how you adjusted your cock the minute I entered the room.”

“Only because you suck my dick so good.” Ripping the top buttons of her top, I shove her bra down and teasingly flick her pierced nipple. “Because of these tits.” I thrust long and deep and grind. “And the thought of you wearing my plug in your virgin asshole.”

“I’ve never felt so full,” she cries out when I reach between her cheeks and press the plug in deeper, stretching her walls until she’s impossibly tighter. “God! Why do you love to torture me? Ahh!”

Thrust.

Thrust.

Thrust.

Bending over her, I bite down on her bottom lip. “Trust me?”

No hesitation. “Yes.”

“Open.” Her lips part and staring into her hooded eyes, I spit on her tongue.

Shock and lust and blush blossom across her stunning face. While her pussy locks in a vise around my throbbing shaft I hold buried to the hilt.

“Swallow.”

At my soft command, she obeys, despite the darkening hue of her cheeks, and my dick pulses in her core. My balls pulling taut when she succumbs to my nasty desire. Fuck, I love degrading her.

Only for me, though.

No one else.

Her moans become louder when I pound and drill into her clenching cunt brutally. Covering her mouth, I fuck her like a man possessed. “They’re already thinking we’re fucking in here. They don’t need to hear what a slut you are for me. That’s only for your husband’s ears. Mine.”

But even then, tiny squeaks and garbled moans of pleasure slip from her. Twisting her flimsy panties, I rip them off her and shove them in her mouth before covering her lips again.

Bending down, our chests flush while my hips slam against hers, I whisper in her ear, “Breathe through your nose.”

Her eyes glaze over in twisted desire, my kinky slut getting off on my dominance. Her pussy gripping me tighter, almost choking.

“Fuck,” I grunt. “Come for me, Rose.”

Burying to the hilt, I stimulate her clit the way she likes.

“Now!”

“Mhmm… ahh!”

Her hips jerk, walls spasming under the crashing of the orgasm. I watch, mesmerized, as pleasure drowns in her eyes, mouth parted in an O. Pulling out her panties, I push my tongue in and kiss her roughly.

But I don’t come.

I save it all for her virgin ass that I will claim tonight.