SWNOVELS Chapter 55
“A little disclaimer, Rose,” interrupts Nova emotionlessly. “His mouth, fingers, or any part of him touches a single inch of you, he’s walking out in a body bag.”
He slipped!
My heart lights up as I smile inwardly.
Aiden tenses. “He’s joking, right?”
Nova isn’t finished or unafraid of the consequences because he arrogantly boasts, “I know just where to land a punch to make it appear an accident.’
I’m not risking the chance. Nova doesn’t make idle threats. The corrupted corners of my heart are attracted to his unhinged traits. So, I softly say, “Leave, Aiden.”
The poor guy doesn’t waste a second.
The air crackles with electricity and unspoken promises between the two of us. The tune of the new song sultry and brimming with a violent rhythm. Because Nova is a cruel bastard, he taps the roof of the table with his boot in a silent command to stand between his spread legs.
I take my time, admiring how the black shirt stretches around his broad shoulders and well-toned physique. The top buttons undone, giving me a lick-worthy view of his hard pecs. His angular face, shrouded in semi-darkness, screams sinister intentions. Danger lurking in those brown orbs that appear almost black in the low light.
He quietly lets me have his fill.
While he’s incinerating me with his.
As though we’re meeting after ages, not a mere two days.
“Should I invite Aiden back?” He sneers the other man’s name, his fingers flexing on his thigh. “You seemed to be following orders better when he was here.”
“No,” I immediately answer.
The tension in his jaw loosens. He snaps his fingers. “Then. Come. Here.”
Scared of darkening his mood more because ultimately I’ll pay the price, I circle the glass table and stop between his legs. My knees almost buckle when he leans forward and presses his palms against the sides of my bare thighs.
Inching his fingers up, he questions, “Do I make you miserable, Rose?”
The out-of-nowhere question takes me aback. He reads the confusion on my face. Still unhurriedly tracing my skin.
“Isn’t that what you had Bianca tell Dash?”
Shit. The excuse she and I came up with that wouldn’t make Dash suspicious. A lot of good it did us. If I answer it was a lie, Nova will take it to mean I like him.
I don’t.
Don’t you?
Nova’s fingers harshly dig into my skin, demanding an answer. I ask one of my own instead. The mystery of it killing me. “How did you find us?”
“Is that how you wanna play?” He toys with the side slit in my dress, close to my hipbone. “Bartering with your husband?”
“It’s only fair.”
His gaze sharpens, mouth curling in displeasure. “Yet you’ve been behaving like a bad little girl all night. Flaunting your tempting curves without me by your side to guard you. How many times do I have to tell you, I vehemently dislike the thought of you without my protection?”
I study Nova’s face closely. The concern plaguing his features. It takes me a moment to realize I’ve been wrong all along. This isn’t for his need to control but something deeper. Reaching forward, I thread my fingers in his messy hair at the back of his neck and murmur, “Nothing is happening to me, Nova. I know how to defend myself.”
“No one is prepared when terror comes,” he ominously replies.
My question dies on my tongue when he distracts me by hooking his finger in my thong against my hipbone. He repeats it on the other side. Without hesitation or care for my permission, he drags it down my thighs, my knees, until it puddles around my feet.
Forcing me to step out of them, he kicks them aside with his boot and spreads my legs. My Louboutins provide me an extra inch of height, which works to Nova’s advantage, putting my pussy right in front of his face.
I eagerly wait for him to flip my dress but he doesn’t. Repeating the tormenting pace, he travels his palm up my legs, pushing them underneath the hem until his warm palm is cupping my aching pussy.
“Nova.” I clutch his shoulders.
His fingers dip between my folds. “Wet.”
My breath stuttering.
“Me or him?” His fingers swirl in my juices before spreading it around my clit. “Who made your slutty cunt soaked, my wife?”
“No,” I whimper, catching his wrist when he stops all movement. Pressing my pussy against him, I use his fingers to rub up and down. “You did.”
“Or have you been wet before walking into this room? Perhaps after sitting through the strip show, huh? Did anyone catch your eye? Did any of them make your heart race as fast as I do?”
“None,” I whisper—because all I kept picturing was you—grinding my clit against his palm.
Lazily thrusting one finger to the knuckle in my core, he muses, “Was it something I said?” Thrust. “Did? Thrust. “Or because you have the power to turn me into a remorseless killer?” Thrust.
“All of it,” I cry out when he shoves another finger, slamming his palm against my clit and scissoring inside my walls. “Oh god!”
“Were you jealous I didn’t drag you away from here?” he harshly demands, intent on stripping all of my walls. His pace picking up. The wet noises filling the air. “Did you want me to stake my claim in front of everyone that I own you?”
“Yes.” Riding his hand without shame, I tug at the strands of his hair and rasp, “Why didn’t you, Nova?”
Keeping his fingers lodged deep, he circles my waist with his free arm and tugs me onto his lap. My knees on either side of him while he leans back. Finger fucking me harder and more punishingly, he grasps the back of my neck and brings my panting mouth closer to his.
“Then we wouldn’t be here with you admitting you’re addicted to my barbaric ways,” he arrogantly taunts. “And I would’ve missed the satisfaction of letting that prick know he has no chance of tasting what is mine.”
“Your damn games!” I taunt but there’s a smile on my face.
“I’ll give you everything, Rose. Whatever your heart desires. The world. The moon. The stars,” he promises against my lips. “Have you experience every desire.” A hard thrust that makes my toes curl, he growls, “The catch… only I give them to you.”
His domineering tone has me falling over the edge, but he cruelly stops.
“I swear I’m going to kill you if you don’t make me come, Nova,” I threaten in frustration and agony.
“Bad girls don’t deserve orgasms without a little pain,” he reprimands. “Stand up and lose the dress.”
“Why?”
“You know exactly why.”
Punishment.
I know he’s referring to spanking me. My nipples pucker in excitement for the sweet pain his palm will deliver. On shaking legs, I do as he commands while gripping his shoulders as leverage.
Staring into his eyes, I lower the hidden side zipper and slide the strap down and let my dress fall. His eyes flare in lust as I stand nude since I had forgone the bra. Even as I surrender, giving him free rein over my body, I can’t help but defiantly murmur, “This changes nothing.”
“It changes everything.”
“I still hate you.”
“Let me give you another reason,” he rasps. “Turn around and bend over.”
The space between the glass table and the couch is enough for me to bend without hitting my head. Yet nerves dance on my skin because the position leaves me completely vulnerable and exposed to Nova.
He can see every part of me.
“Spread your legs. Let me see my pussy. It’s mine, isn’t it? Your tits, your cunt, and your ass.”
I jolt when he grabs my ass cheeks and pulls them apart. After I’ve widened my legs. His warm breath teases my puckered hole. My eyes falling closed, as if it’ll make me forget he’s shamelessly staring at my most forbidden part.
“One day, you’ll take my cock right here, Rose,” he states, and then licks me there.
I can’t even say the word in my head.
And he’s talking about fucking it.
“Nova… Please,” I whimper when he circles the same spot with his tongue. I gulp in oxygen when he licks again and trails downward to taste my dripping pussy.
Ripping his mouth away too soon, he growls, “How many spanks do you think you deserve, Rose?”
“I don’t know.”
“Twenty?”
“No,” I gasp. He’s never gentle with his spanks.
“Thirty?”
“Stop tormenting me!”
He bites down on my right ass cheek, making me cry out in pleasurable pain. “Or until you’re begging me to stop?” Caressing the spot he bit, he hums, “I love the idea of you begging like a good girl should.”
Satisfied, he gives no warning and I hear the crack against my ass as he slaps hard. The burning pain registering a second later.
“Hold still,” he roughly says.
I clutch my ankles as he rains down spank after spank on both cheeks. The speed and intensity of his rough palm is merciless. Eliciting moans and whimpers from my lips. Tears making a mess of my face as I take it all. Over the pounding in my ears, I hear him rasp proudly, “Such a good girl.”
“Nova! Fuck,” I shout when he thrusts two fingers in my pussy to the hilt. He alternates between spanking my sore skin and fucking my cunt.
“Do you feel it, Rose?” His tone is wicked. “Your tight pussy clenching around my fingers, sucking me deep while I punish your ass. While you cry for mercy.”
He rotates his wrist so his fingers are hitting against the spot that makes me see stars and drip down his hand. My stolen orgasm comes roaring back.
“My pretty slut is about to come, isn’t she?”
“More,” I beg. “Harder.”
He gives me what I ask for and then some. I buck, trying not to fall when he pushes his wet thumb from my juices against my puckered skin. I tense despite the ecstasy coursing in my veins.
“Relax, Rose. Take my thumb in your tight little asshole,” he softly commands. “My cock will claim your every hole. Be my good girl and let me in. I’ll make you come so hard, sweetheart.”
His words wrap around me and I relax my muscles.
“Fuck. So pretty. Such a beautiful sight.”
As soon as he’s in to the knuckle, he pounds both my holes. His finger reaching to my clit and rubbing furiously. I can’t hold back any longer.
“Can I please come?”
“You may.” Another thrust. “I want to hear you scream my name.”
Spank.
Spank.
On the last spank, I shatter into a million pieces. He catches me before I can fall while fucking me through my climax. I come hard. “Nova!”
My sensitive walls clench around him as spasms rock my body. Aftershocks rack my body and I slowly feel myself sitting on Nova’s lap. My back against his solid chest. His cock against my punished ass. I lean my head against his shoulder.
He’s gazing down at me when I open my eyes.
“You’re not done with me, are you?” I whisper, reading his feral gaze.
His arm around my breasts shifts as he plays with my nipples. “I haven’t given you what you asked for, Rose.”
“You gave me a mind-blowing orgasm. What else is there?”
“I owe you a body shot, don’t I?”
I caress his jaw. “You don’t drink, Nova.”
“You noticed?”
“Yes.”
“Drinking off of you will make my first sip special,” he huskily says. Fisting my hair, he gently tips my head back and kisses me. “I’ll only ever drink if it’s mixed with your flavor. My own cocktail.”
“What if you become addicted?”
“I already am.” Kissing me again, he makes me stand. Grabbing the tequila bottle and the saltshaker, he kneels at my feet and throws my left leg over his wide shoulders. My gaze widens, realizing which part of me he’s chosen to drink off. With a dirty grin, he says, “Can’t let your sweet cum go to waste, Rose. Someone has to clean your pink pussy.”
I blush bright red.
He’s a dirty fucking deviant.
His eyes darken in hunger as he sprinkles the salt on my inner thigh. “Spread your lips for me. Let me peek at your tiny clit.”
Jesus Christ.
Am I seriously letting him do this?
Grabbing his hair lightly, I bring my other hand to my pussy and spread myself open. As shameless as him, I seductively purr, “Don’t miss a single drop, Nova. Lick me clean.”
“Dirty slut.”
“Your dirty slut, Nova.”
Possessiveness flares. Our eyes locked, he leans forward. His tongue peeking out erotically as he licks the line of salt to my exposed pussy. Tipping the bottle with his other hand near my lower abs, he slowly lets the liquid trickle straight into his open mouth.
I shiver at the coldness and the hot contrast of his tongue, licking over my entrance to my clit.
“Fuck, Rose,” he groans.
I’m held mesmerized. As he drinks off of my pussy again and again. Shoving aside the bottle, he eats my pussy in earnest. A starving beast.
I come again as powerfully as before.
Once I float down to earth, still high, I snatch the bottle from his hand and push him back. “My turn.”
His glistening mouth tilts into a daring smirk. “You want to drink off my cock, Rose?”
“Yes, please.”
Rising to his imposing height, he unbuttons his jeans and unzips. “On your knees.”
He takes the bottle from my hand as I fall to the floor, uncaring how desperate I look. He sure as heck doesn’t mind, judging by the lust swarming his features. His pierced cock fills my vision and I wrap both my fists around his girth.
“Put the tip on your tongue. Let me watch that mouth swallow every sip.”
I open my mouth wide, resting the tip of his cock in my mouth like he commanded. Holding me still with a hand in my hair, he slowly pours the burning alcohol down his shaft. I let it fill my mouth before swallowing it down.
“Again,” grunts Nova.
I make a mess this time, letting some of it drip toward my breasts. With an animalistic growl, he wrenches me to my feet and licks off the droplets. Sucking on my lips, he bites them before pulling me flush against him.
My naked body against his clothed one.
Kissing me harshly, he doesn’t let me go.
“Next time you have me chasing you halfway across the world, it’ll be your ass I’ll fuck to discipline you.” Tipping my head back with his fingers around my throat, he threatens, “No lube.”