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

Chapter Seventy-four

The second the power goes out, making our house descend into eerie silence and pitch blackness, I know something is utterly wrong.

The make-my-panties-wet kind of wrong.

Rising from the bed, I exit into the hallway and with my hand perched on the wall, I stroll to the top of the staircase. The moonlight peeks in through the glass walls in some corners.

I should’ve known Nova was up to something nefarious and corrupting when he sent the dogs to stay with Uncle Raghu for the night.

Because he wants us alone.

To claim every last one of my firsts.

While I’m the scared, nervous, and aroused little prey, prime for hunting.

It’s been months since our last play, the memories of the club in Italy so vivid and stirring and provocative that I’m already weak in the knees. The thin and immodest slip nightie I’m wearing brushes against my naked skin enticingly.

Each step sends the hem higher up my thighs.

My hard nipples poking against the soft material.

After the hard and ruthless fucking I received over the desk today, it should have my body tired and satisfied, yet a low pulse begins in my core. The night suddenly feeling haunting and wicked.

A breeze of air whooshes behind me.

Looking over my shoulder, I whisper, “Nova?”

I turn around and a high-pitched scream rips from my throat. A shirtless and masked Nova looms over my shoulder like a sinful devil from my nightmares. His denim jeans hiding the intimidating bulge. I clutch my chest, involuntarily taking a step back.

He takes one forward.

His silence and lethalness bordering on psychotic.

Yet fear has no place in my bones. Just the intense need to lower to my knees and be a slave to his perverse desires.

Somehow over the pounding of my heart, I study his mask and freeze in absolute shock. I reach out and trace the familiar black mask that haunted both my dreams and nightmares. The sweaty and filthy nights I stayed awake, imagining the face behind it.

It was always Nova I pictured.

Like my subconscious knew it wasn’t Malcolm.

But my gorgeous villain.

Grabbing my throat, Nova walks me backward against the railing. My fingers trace down the flexed arm, down his forearms dusted with light hair. Every inch of him masculine and raw and domineering.

I frown when my hand collides with his fingers curled around something feathery.

A soft gasp spills as I peer at it.

My butterfly mask I wore that night.

I turn his palm upward and touch the wings, whispering, “You kept it.”

“I wasn’t leaving without a souvenir of the night I made you mine, Rose,” he answers. His deep voice raising goosebumps along my skin. My hand slips when he raises the mask to my face and makes me wear it. I’m faced away so he can tie it behind my head.

I curl my fingers on the ledge when he hooks his fingers underneath the thin straps of my slip and lowers them down my arms. A sharp tug when it bunches around my pierced nipples and it flutters to the ground.

Until I’m standing shivering in my ruined panties.

The red color may as well be waving a flag against my starving beast.

His touch disappears.

Warm breath teases my ear, then soft lips command, “Run, my Rose.”

Sensual thrill takes root in my stomach as I dash down the stairs half naked and wearing a mask. My hand skimming the smooth surface of the wooden banister. When I gaze up and behind, he’s leisurely taking the steps. Those hollow eyes pinned on mine.

Roaming down my spine as I take down the hallway to the library and his study.

I push open the library but skip it and enter the third empty room.

A small closet-sized room with shelves lining one wall.

My chest rises and falls with my rapid breathing as I try to not make a sound. Back against the wall, I listen for his footsteps. Several minutes pass and I hear nothing.

Restlessness grows.

I’m already burning for his touch, dreaming of his fingers gliding along my skin. Pushing away from the wall, I peek around for signs of him.

My eyes locking on my predator.

Leaning his shoulder against the corner.

The gasp dies on my tongue when he closes the distance and steps inside. The door slams shut with a bang that makes me shudder, locking us inside.

I can’t see, only feel.

My other senses sharpening as I inhale his musky and male scent. His labored breathing when my hands connect with his pecs. He cages me against the shelves, leaning his head in the crook of my neck.

Fight-or-flight instinct kicks in.

I shove at his chest.

He easily catches my wrists and shoves them over my head.

“Why do you make it so easy, Rose? It’s almost as if you want to be caught.” His tone is dark and gravelly and amused. “Being my little slut makes me you that horny or is it the thought of being under my mercy?”

A grunt escapes his mouth when I bite his arm. I smile against his skin when he wrenches my head back with a fist in my hair. Pain spreads across my scalp when he twists.

I moan wantonly.

His animalistic aura spiking my lust sky high.

“You want it the hard way?” he growls behind the threatening mask. “Your wish is my command.”

Keeping my wrists trapped, his rough hand travels none too gently to my panty-clad pussy. Pushing my legs apart with his until I’m immobile. His steps backward, making space, and I’m left alone in the dark for a mere second and then… Spank.

Right on my vulnerable pussy.

Sharp, stinging pain radiates over my body.

I burn.

I ache.

I drip.

“Fuck!” I breathlessly gasp. It melds into another scream when he lays another spank. “Ahh!!! Oh god!”

“Take it like a good girl,” he commands, delivering hard slaps over and over again. I buck against his hold, sobbing at the pleasurable pain until the last of my defiance vanishes.

My arms are freed and a second later, I feel his ravenous mouth yank my ruined panties with his teeth. His mask now gone. I hiss when his tongue lashes against my still throbbing flesh.

He’s unstoppable, though.

I throw one leg over his shoulder, pushing his mouth harder and deeper against my pussy. His groan sending vibrations up my spine. I ride his tongue when he slides into my empty hole.

“So good,” I rasp, grinding my hips. “More, baby.”

He obliges, lifting my other leg and throwing it over his other shoulder. I hold on for dear life, clutching the shelf behind and letting him ravage me into a million pieces.

His lips and teeth suck my folds, swirl around my clit and push back inside. He kisses my pussy like he does my mouth. Tasting its depth until I’m dripping down his chin.

The dirty thought of making a mess of his face with my juices sends me over the edge.

“Nova! I’m coming!”

I jerk, stars dancing behind my eyes.

They fall open when I feel a tender kiss pressing against my scars. He showers attention to each burn mark that I stopped hiding from him. He kisses them every chance he gets, making the bad memories easier to bear.

My limbs feel like jelly when he lowers me to my feet.

The soft moment passes.

Because in the next breath, I’m hanging upside down over his shoulder as though I weigh nothing. Light filters in when he opens the door. I grab his jeans when he pushes one hand between the crack of my ass and circles my back entrance.

I’m so wet, he pushes one finger in to the knuckle.

The plug I wore all day has been preparing me for this moment.

I expect him to take me to our bedroom but he marches down to his study. When I land on my feet, his handsome features fill my vision. His lips glistening with remnants of my orgasm.

My throat bobs when he unbuttons his fly and pushes his jean over his hips. I’m riveted by the view of his impressive length bobbing as he steps out and stands completely nude before my salivating eyes.

His intimidating and dangerous aura increasing tenfold.

I’m backed into the wide and custom-made wooden desk.

“Turn around and bend over,” he domineeringly orders.

Nerves return.

Will he even fit?

In spite of the rising fright, I find myself obeying. My breasts flattening against the cold surface as I turn my face sideways. My mask still on.

A tremor dances down my spine at his presence.

Calloused fingers trace up my back, wrap around my right wrist, and stretch to one corner of the desk. I stammer when he pulls two cuffs out of thin air. He locks my wrist to the top drawer. I gulp when he repeats the same to my other one.

I tug and get nowhere.

“Nova,”

“Shh…”

He circles to take his position behind me and maneuvers my feet wide apart. His breath teases the top of my left thigh and I realize he’s kneeling.

“What are you doing, Nova?”

“Tying you.” Fingers circle my ankle and wrap something soft around it, tying it with the nearest leg of the desk.

Fuck. Is that rope?

He’s prepared for everything tonight.

I’m immobile like a sexual slave, ready for the taking any way he desires. The depraved thought brings a rush of wetness.

“You like it,” Nova rasps, licking my juices when it trickles down my thigh. My other leg is tied to the desk too. “We’ve lived your fantasies until now. This is mine, Rose.”

I test my restraints.

They’re tight and unbending.

“I’m going to take my time fucking your virgin asshole for hours until you forget who you are,” he whispers, before biting down on my ass.

Hours?

I’m already hyperventilating.

“Bound and truly at my mercy,” he says roughly, voice thick with lust. “I told you I’ll be your god and have you worshipping me.”

“Then let me,” I purr, enticing him. “Use me for your pleasure. I’m yours, Nova.”

“Do you want me in your ass, Rose?”

His greedy palms spread me open. “Yes.”

“Say it.”

A wet tongue circles my opening. My eyes closing against the onslaught of sensations, and I murmur the filthy words, “I want you in my ass, Nova.”

His finger replaces his tongue and shoves inside, stretching the muscles. But my body is done with the teasing over the weeks, the slow burn and desperate need to end the torture. I can’t take it anymore. So, I push against him.

Being helpless and restrained is doing strange things to my head.

“Nova, stop teasing, and fuck me,” I whine. He always fucking lowers me to this girl. Wanton and begging. “Fill me with your cock.”

His palm spanks my ass punishingly.

“Don’t push me into being rough. I might pound and bruise your pussy but your tight ass.” He withdraws from my puckered hole, slightly gaping. “I’m going to savor it, lick it, and feast on it before I claim it slow and deep.”

My thoughts evaporate when I feel his tongue doing what he promised. Savoring. Licking. Feasting.

Cold and sticky liquid squirts down the crack of ass.

My hands twist in the cuffs when I feel the silicone head of the dildo forcing past the tight ring of muscles. The sensations are strange and I try to relax as Nova keeps slowly but persistently thrusting.

I gulp a sharp breath when the wide head is in.

“Good girl,” Nova praises, rubbing my clit to ease the discomfort. “Take more.”

I shake my head because that’s all I can do as the fat dildo slides deeper, opening me up further. I’m so wet and sticky that my hole makes a noise. Nova curses under his breath at the view.

“God! Rose. You look so pretty filled with my toys,” he rasps. “I can’t wait any longer.”

The toy is gone in a flash.

As if I’m not drenched enough, he spits on my gaping entrance.

I shiver when I feel him rise, his heat enveloping me just as his hands grab my waist, tilting my ass up until I’m on my toes in the binds. The sounds of him stroking his dick pierces the air before he runs the pierced tip from my clit to my asshole.

The crown nudges against my vulnerable opening.

He’s too big, my mind warns me.

Baring me completely with one hand, his intense gaze locked between my legs, he begins to push. Through gritted teeth like he’s holding himself back, he commands, “Let me in, Rose. Don’t fight. Breathe for me.”

“I’m trying,” I whimper at the burn. My muscles loosening against the pressure of his girth. His thumb finds its way to my clit, rubbing it expertly. I gasp when he taps hard with two fingers.

He forces the cockhead in as I let out a breath.

“That’s it.” He exhales roughly above me. “You’re going to take my cock deep. Every single inch. Do you hear me?”

“Yes!” I taste blood as I bite my lip. The feel of having him inside, even barely, is too intense. It’d be a miracle if he doesn’t tear me in two.

His fingers painfully dig into my waist as he relentlessly thrusts his shaft in. My body greedily accepting the invasion, even through the discomfort. His constant friction on my bundle of nerves the only pleasure.

I arch my back, whimpering and moaning.

“Ho-how much m-more?” I whisper, trembling all over.

“Just.” Thrust. “A bit.” Thrust. “More.” Thrust.

“Oh… uh!” Incoherent sounds slip from my lips as he withdraws till only the crown is in and then he shoves harder than before, forcing more of his thick girth.

“Such a good girl taking my cock. So good!” he grunts. “The way you’re clenching around me, you’re killing me, Rose. Never had a hole so tight, sucking my dick deep. Only you.”

His dirty talk has me pushing back, as much as I can.

“You like that, dirty girl? My mouth whispering filth while I fuck your ass like the pretty slut you are for me?”

“More! Give me more!”

“Yeah, take my cock.”

“Oh god! I can’t.”

He slams harder with a savage growl. After what feels like forever, his groin is against the top of my ass. His length wickedly throbbing inside my walls. I’m stretched to my limits but it’s not enough for him.

Thumb on my clit, he plunges two fingers in my pussy.

The hand holding my waist disappears to whip off my mask. I clench around him when he forces a smaller but thick dildo in my mouth. My eyes widen a fraction of a second later when I realize it has a tie to make it a gag.

I breathe through my nose while he fills every one of my holes.

“Now, I fuck you.”

I scream around the dildo as he twists my hair twice around his fist before withdrawing and thrusting back in. I take his raw and vicious pounding, his groans of ecstasy filling my ears, along with our hips slapping obscenely.

I’m used like a rag doll.

Fucked like a slut.

Taken by my domineering husband.

“Fuck! My beautiful Rose. Mine!” he rasps, covering my back with his chest. His cock driving and swelling deep inside me. His lips tasting my tears, licking my saliva running down my lips. His depravity building another powerful orgasm.

I gulp in air when he removes the gag.

“Nova, you feel so good.” My voice is hoarse. “Hurt so good.”

“Can’t get enough of you. I feel you everywhere, Rose.”

“I know!”

Resting his head in the crook of my neck, his hands roam over my curves as his ruthless rhythm becomes jerky and uneven. His thrusts shallow and short.

“Come with me.” It’s both a command and a plea. “Choke my cock.”

Stroking my clit rough and hard, he buries himself to the hilt.

I’m close, but he’s closer.

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you will.” Grinding against me, he rasps, “Give me everything. Feel how deep I am. In your tight asshole. Your body bound and helpless for my pleasure. Your cunt clenching around my fingers. Your juices making a mess on the floor. My Rose is a good girl, isn’t she?”

“I am… for you.”

“Show me.” A pinch to my clit. “Come.”

His teeth bite down on my collarbone. His fingers bang my pussy.

My orgasm crashes, sending me into bliss.

Nova’s own climax is triggered as my walls cage his cock. Hot, thick, and milky cum spurts in waves inside my ass. My husband’s tortured groans driving me crazy as he spills every last drop, staying buried inside.

Some of his seed leaks.

My limbs and mind exhausted, floating on a cloud, I pass out with Nova’s soft breathing in my ears. Trusting him to take care of me.

As he always does.