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

Chapter Ninety-one

Rosalie and I cross the threshold of the hotel room and I’m pushing her against the wall before the door even slams shut.

Her sweet laughter teases my lips as I bend to ravage her mouth.

I haven’t stopped kissing her since we settled in the back of the cab. A whole fucking year without her taste, the shape of her curves against my body. I’ve been drowning without her and I can finally breathe after what feels like an eternity. Yet I wouldn’t change anything for the world because this has never felt more right and pure. We’re no longer bound by the shadows of our pasts and monsters hiding in the dark.

She’s mine again.

Because she chose me.

My gorgeous wife chose to come back to me. I’m going to spend the rest of our lives making her not regret it.

“I’ve been dying to have you like this in my arms again, Rose,” I roughly confess against her lips. Her greedy hands wandering and pulling at my clothes. “Dying to slide inside you, feel your heat surround my cock. Desperate to make love to my wife.”

“Me too,” she moans when I rip her silk dress in the middle. “I’ve missed you so much, Nova. Every innocent touch made me ache for you. Take me. Fuck me. Show me how much you love me, hubby. I’m going nowhere.”

I’m a beast let out of his cage, hungry and primal to claim her for forever this time.

We tear the rest of our clothes, eager to feel each other’s naked skin.

Bending, I take one hard nipple in my mouth, groaning at the first taste of the pierced tip. My tongue laps and flicks until her pleasured moans echo in the dark room. I don’t let up, sucking harder and pinching the other nipple.

“Ahh… yes. Ah!”

Her fingers twist painfully in my hair as she cries out yet arches her chest to push her tit deeper into my mouth.

“Did you touch yourself?” I demand, licking up her delicate throat to her ear. “Did you finger fuck your tight pussy thinking of me, my wife?”

Her small hand wraps halfway around my cock, stroking as she breathlessly confesses, “Yes. Ever since you came back, I couldn’t resist. It wasn’t enough. No one makes me come as hard as you do.”

I thrust against her grip when she makes a fist with both hands around my thick girth and pumps, spreading the precum around my tip. My head drops to the crook of her neck as I groan in ecstasy.

Before she can make me come since I’m already on edge, I throw her over my shoulder. “I need to be inside you.”

“Yes please.”

Reaching the bedroom, I slide her down my body and push her gently until she lands on the soft mattress behind her. Before I can touch her, she crawls to the headboard and switches on the bedside lamp until dim light spills.

The glow allows me to catch the sinful expression on her flushed face. Long red hair making a halo around the contours of her cheekbones.

“Rose.” An edge to my voice when she crawls back to kneel before me on the bed. “Lie back. Don’t make me wait, sweetheart.”

Without answering, a smile playing on her lips, she stands. Reversing our position, she makes me sit on the bed. Stepping between my spread legs, her palms run up my abs, shoulders. Leaning forward, she kisses my mouth and licks the seam of my lips. Our tongues collide as I grab her tiny waist and yank her even closer.

My cock throbs when I don’t flip her onto her back and thrust inside her.

“I need your mouth on me, Nova,” she murmurs shyly against my lips. “Please.”

Like I’ll ever say no.

Hooking my arm around her, I turn and lay her on her back. Keeping my ravenous gaze locked on her hooded ones, I spread her thighs. Cupping and squeezing her tits, I stare at my hands kneading the soft flesh and light brown tips before tracing them lower over her flat stomach and paying equal attention to her belly ring.

Moving even lower, I reach her pussy and freeze.

My fingers tighten as I stare, unblinking, at the beautiful sight I fantasized about so many times. Though they pale in comparison to the real thing.

“Do you like it, baby?” she softly asks, a hint of nervousness in her tone.

Her pierced clit beckons me.

Filthy little girl.

The ring curves around the hood and I spread her open to stare shamelessly, making Rosalie squirm. Flashing my eyes to hers, I somehow manage to ask, “Healed?”

“Yes.”

Holding her immobile, I attack her pussy with my mouth. She screams at the first swipe of my tongue from her asshole to her clit. Taking one knee, I push it up and to the side, spreading her wider. Her juices drive me crazy. So does her loud moans as I swirl my tongue around and suck her clit into my mouth.

One sharp tug of the ring with my teeth and she comes apart on my tongue.

Thrashing and jerking as I slide one finger in to prolong her orgasm.

Her low whimper turns into a sharp gasping moan when I replace my finger with my cock and in one savage thrust, fill her cunt to the hilt.

“Nova!”

Shoving her arms up, I intertwine our hands and swallow her sounds. Letting her adjust to my invasion, I wait for her eyes to flutter open before slowly moving inside her.

“You feel so good, Rose,” I rasp, feeling her clench around me. “Every gorgeous inch of you is mine. You belong to me. Say it.”

“I belong to you.”

Her thighs circle around my waist, lifting her hips to meet my thrusts halfway. I slide in her wet heat slow and deep, making her feel every inch of my cock. I make love to her like we have all the time in the world, making the moment last longer while staring raptly into her eyes.

She never closes them and frees her hand from my grip to pull me even closer. The sounds of our panting and gasping against each other’s lips filling the air. I sigh when her fingers wrap around my neck and the other roams over my back.

“I love you, Nova.”

I kiss the happy tear sliding down her cheek. “I love you more, Rose.”

Circling her waist, I stay buried inside her as I rise and make her straddle my lap. My lips roam over her neck, sucking and marking her as mine. Over her tits, bouncing when I can’t resist pounding harder.

Only to slow down again.

I want this to last forever.

Her head drops back as she grinds and fucks herself on my cock. I reach between us and play with the pierced hood of her clit. She clenches and her wetness leaks down to my balls. I keep flicking the bundle of nerves, while hitting her G-spot with my piercing every time I bottom out.

Both of our climaxes inching closer.

“Rose,” I rasp until she gazes at me. “No more elements of surprises, please.”

She laughs breathily and whispers, “Not even the good ones?”

“Only the good ones.”

Thrusting inside her thrice more, I push as deep as possible just as she falls apart on a silent cry. Hearing her chant my name, I lose myself as I spill inside her.

My little hellion.

My wife.

My Rose.