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

His black mask concealing every square inch of his face, he stares down at me. Except those hollow eyes piercing into me.

Does he recognize it’s me?

I bet he does. Why else would he protect me from his egoistic friends?

I’m still pissed at him for earlier, yet relief pours over me at knowing it was him all along. It explains why I felt comfortable and not quivering in fear.

“Oh! Thank God, it’s you!” I mumble, smiling.

He eats the distance with one step.

“Are you trying to say sorry?” I tease.

His head tilts sideways. Raising his hand, he hooks his finger underneath my mask and pulls until the knot at the back of my head uncurls.

Shit. I completely forgot I was wearing one too.

When my face is revealed, something shifts. It’s seismic and dangerous.

I can’t see his expression yet I can sense his mood darkening.

My breaths slowing down while I remain still as a statue when he trails the edge of my feminine mask down the slope of my neck. Goosebumps rise everywhere he teasingly caresses. My nipples harden into tight peaks even though he’s not even touching them.

He languidly travels a path over the cuts in my dress.

Is this the same Malcolm I’ve been living with for the past week?

Has he wanted me all along?

Or somehow, he’s uncovered my plan of seducing him?

Sure, we had friendly banter but I never got the vibe he desired me. Except today, when he caught me and Nova together. Maybe the anonymity is allowing him to let his true feelings reign.

Isn’t that exactly what I wanted?

His hand is almost to the apex of my thighs when I seize his wrist. My voice quivers when I whisper, “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer and lets the mask flutter to the ground. I tremble when he tugs his hand free and runs his knuckle up my thigh that’s visible through the slit in my dress. Tracing upward and upward, he wraps his hand just below my hipbone and wrenches me against him.

I moan, grabbing the lapels of his suit jacket as he presses me against the large bulge in his pants. Pushing me against the wall, he rests his other hand above my head while wrapping my leg around his waist, and then he ever so slowly thrusts.

Shoving the skirt of my dress aside as if it’s an annoying hindrance, his hips grind against my pussy. The thin barrier of my thong turning shamelessly damp, letting me feel every thick ridge of his erection. Head falling back, my eyes close as he sets a slow but hard pace.

I can’t believe this is happening.

It must be a dream.

Except when I open my eyes, his masked face is inches from mine.

Thrill shoots up my spine.

Because his broody silence shouldn’t be so hot and scary. Nor should arousal spread through my veins at the depravity of letting my enemy’s best friend dry hump me in a deserted hallway in an ancient castle.

My mind reminds me Nova is doing the same with another girl somewhere close.

Despite knowing his fiancée was at home, he came here to play chase and fuck another girl. After posting our sham of a photo to fool the world of our fidelity.

Why should he have all the fun while sabotaging every aspect of mine?

Staring into Malcolm’s face shrouded by darkness and feeling his lust, I let go of my inhibitions and trace my hand up the ridges of his abs. Curling my hand around his nape, I pull him down and whisper, “I want you but first… you need to catch me.”

Shoving him, I run.

His footsteps thud behind me just as I push inside another abandoned room. Candles light it, providing a semblance of serenity and I turn my head when Malcolm enters behind me. Arrogant as ever, he crooks his finger at me.

We circle each other and I put the bed between us.

Sneakily, he momentarily distracts me by slowly removing his jacket from his broad shoulders. His physique is no less impressive, and I stare, starstruck, especially at the bulge straining his pants.

He stalks forward, making me realize he’s trying to trap me in a corner. Except, there’s another door closer to me and I sprint toward it, just shy of his hand grabbing me. I expect to walk into another hallway since this place is built like a maze.

My smugness disappears when it’s a small closet I enter instead.

The door slams shut behind me.

Locking me inside with my predator.

Chest heaving, I face him, and the savageness wafting from him leaves my body thrumming with need. My fingers twist in my dress as I watch him roll his sleeves up. I can sense his gaze perusing over my hard nipples, visible because of the moonlight spilling through a window high up in the corner.

The moment he’s done baring his forearms, I take a step back.

“We shouldn’t,” I whisper in a last-ditch attempt, but there’s no fight in my plea.

He shakes his head, as if agreeing, but still moves toward me.

Bridging the gap, I’m pushed against an empty shelf. There’s nowhere to go. His fingers tangle in my hair while his free hand shoves underneath my skirt. I feel his impatience in the vicious pull with which he tears off my thong.

My knees buckle when he boldly cups my drenched pussy.

Nothing besides my own fingers have touched me there.

I wait for the shyness to sink in but being shrouded in near darkness lures the wicked girl in me who isn’t afraid to take control of her life. Spreading my legs wider, I invite him to take more, touch me harder and more possessively.

His thin patience snaps.

Grinding the heel of his palm against my clit, he dips one digit between my wet folds. I hear him groan low in his throat before a second finger joins to rub my pussy. The more teasingly he does it, the more I soak his hand.

As if I didn’t already know it, he shocks me by lightly slapping my pussy until a wet noise pierces the air between us.

It’s illicit and wrong.

He does it twice more, my whimpers spurring him on.

I can’t contain my whine when he pushes one finger inside my entrance. I’m incredibly tight despite my arousal but his will is stronger. His hold in my hair shifts to press his palm just above my pussy and hold me still as he stuffs his finger to the knuckle.

The fullness is a strange sensation. Sinful and erotic.

There’s no point in confessing I’m a virgin.

He already knows it.

“Ohh!” I moan when he wiggles the digit in my walls, letting me adjust to the intrusion. I rise on my toes when he pushes it even deeper, to the hilt. “Oh fuck!”

With his other hand, he flicks his thumb over my clit until it swells and hardens. The odd discomfort turns into tingling pleasure. He explores the tells of my body, the way it responds when he’s delivering teasing caresses or grazing my bundle of nerves with his nails or increasing his pace to rough and hard. Before changing t0 a slow but deep pace that elicits louder moans from my lips.

Him patiently trying to learn my body rather than ruthlessly taking his own pleasure heightens my lust.

I grab his wrist on instinct when he nudges another broad finger against my opening. Grabbing both my wrists with one hand, he shoves them above my head. Rubbing my clit in tight circles, he continues lazily fucking me with one finger.

Despite being restrained under him, I feel free. A hazy sensation coming over my senses, making my hips undulate against his hand expertly bringing ecstasy to my pussy.

“Ahh,” I cry out when he pinches my clit.

The sudden pain adding to the thrill. When he pushes another finger in again, I don’t resist him and welcome the pleasurable pain it’ll bring. My opening stretches around his broad fingers, slowly accepting him. He makes a come-hither motion inside my channel, touching nerve endings I didn’t know existed.

I see stars.

“Yes! More!”

He touches the same spot again and when I moan, he completely pulls out before thrusting to the hilt. Pushing his thigh between my legs, he keeps me open and still while his palm slaps against my clit with every thrust.

Nothing except pleasure courses through my veins.

“Harder, please,” I beg.

The last of his control shatters and his finger fucking becomes unhinged. Impossibly deeper. Rougher.

The storm of an orgasm barrels down on me.

I enjoy every shudder and floating sensation as I writhe underneath him. I’m panting harder as I come down to earth. Sharp as a knife, the urge to peer into his face rises. The first man to ever bring me an orgasm that wasn’t stolen from me.

I hate Nova with a deeper vengeance for keeping this experience out of my reach.

All for his sick game of control.

I tug against Malcolm’s grip on my arms but he doesn’t budge. So, I demand, “Let me see your face.” He remains quiet and menacing under his mask. I lower my voice to a sultry tone and ask again, “I just want to look at you as you take me.”

A firm shake of his head.

Not giving me a chance to protest, he moves his fingers still lodged deep inside me. Need builds again under his ministrations and I lose all coherent thought.

Scissoring his fingers, he stretches me wider.

I blush, realizing he’s prepping me for his cock, which runs along his inner thigh. Long and hard. The size intimidating as hell. Yet my pussy craves to feel it pierce me.

If it’ll even fit.

I shudder when my wrists are freed. Withdrawing his fingers, he traces both his palms around my waist, to my flat stomach, before cupping my breasts. They fit like globes in his hands as he admires them.

“Yes,” I whimper when he twists my hard nipples harshly.

The pain spreads through my body in a warm caress. Watching my reaction, he repeats his actions. Again, learning my body’s secret spots as if it’s a quest he’s ruthlessly conquering.

Knowing it’ll be a long while before I can get a chance like this again, I raise my trembling hand to trace his belt buckle and shyly ask, “Can I touch you?”

He’s been in charge ever since we were enclosed in the closet.

Strangely, I don’t want to rebel.

I want to be told what to do.

My words hang in the air while I hold my breath. He nods. I waste no time in unbuckling his belt and pulling it through the loops. His chest rises and falls with even breaths but the tautness in his shoulders gives him away.

He’s as affected as I am.

His grip on my breasts tightens when I insert my hand inside his boxers and slowly wrap it around his girth. The silky skin against hard muscle sends a jolt down my spine. If he senses my inexperience in the way I hold him, he doesn’t say anything.

He hasn’t said anything at all.

Yet somehow, we’ve been in sync.

Is that normal?

I run my fingers down his thick length and, fuck, it seems to go on. With each inch I trace, I become scared, gobsmacked, and turned on. Does he expect me to fit it all inside me? In my virgin pussy, no less?

Swallowing my nerves, I pump his cock. Learning the veins as his girth pulses in my grip. When I squeeze around his head, a bead of moisture leaks. I sharply look up when he groans.

“Am I doing it right?” I whisper, wanting him to feel as amazing as he made me feel.

Staring down at me, he lowers one of his hands to wrap it over mine and help me pull out his cock. Just as quickly, he lets go. Triumphant, I take it as my cue to continue my hand job.

My fingers don’t completely meet around his girth, so I use my other hand too. He’s so big. Hard. I wish I could see it in all its glory to memorize. But I can’t be greedy for more.

I didn’t even think I’d come this far.

Tonight has been a roller coaster.

And I intend to end it on a high.

He swells in my grip and before I can understand what it means, my hands are torn away. I gasp when he instantly finds the hidden zipper in my gown and yanks it down. It puddles to the floor in a heap, leaving me completely bare.

A low inaudible expletive leaves his mouth, making me flush.

It’s all the warning I get before his hard muscular body covers mine as he grabs my ass to lift me into his arms. On instinct, I circle my legs around his waist while holding on to his broad shoulders.

He’s completely clothed except for his half-undone pants and rigid cock.

It presses right against my dripping slit.

“Not enough,” I gasp. Seemingly understanding my need, he props my back against the shelves and uses one of his hands to push between our bodies. I sigh in pleasure when he runs the crown of his dick to delve deeper into my folds.

Suddenly, I can’t wait any longer.

“Fuck me,” I both demand and beg. “No more teasing. Just claim me. Please.”

With a sharp inhale, he poises the precum-slicked head against my opening and slowly pushes in. I bite my lip, nervous and needy while my body resists. I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears when he tilts my ass to slide in past my resisting muscles.

Muscles taut, he holds himself back to ease his entry. His cock like a steel rod breaking open my walls. Like I’m being ripped in two. Yet I don’t want him to stop. Because I can sense him being careful, almost reverent.

I gasp when he’s finally halfway in. His fingers digging into my ass as he slowly pulls out before thrusting in again. He keeps repeating the movement until my body goes lax under his. The fullness eliciting sparks of pleasure. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

When he plunges inside again, he doesn’t stop. His hand gripping my hip reaches to rub my swollen clit to distract me from the next brutal thrust as he tears through my virginity.

“Malcolm!” I cry out his name.

His body freezes for a fraction of a second before the last traces of his humanity succumbs to the predator in him.

In the next breath, I’m being claimed and ruined for other men.

Ruined for Nova.

His face the one I see when I shatter around Malcolm’s cock.