SWNOVELS Chapter 63
Twisting on my heels, I run.
This time—I don’t dare look back.
Because I feel every inch of his six-foot-four frame stalking after me. His singular intent of making me atone for my sins. Punishing me for chasing nameless shadows when I could’ve had my real captor all this time.
Nova.
I was running away from him, only to end up in his arms.
The earlier disconnected thrill and meaningless arousal I was feeling returns a thousand times hotter and more intoxicating. Chilly air hardens my sensitive nipples even more as I race in the same state he left me.
Top bunched underneath my breasts.
My skirt the only barrier between Nova and my pussy.
“Run faster, little hellion,” he loudly taunts, sounding so close.
My heart beats an erratic rhythm.
“Hide before I catch you.”
My legs race faster down another corridor.
“You make it too easy, Rose.” His taunting tone carries to my ear.
Fingers ghost over my spine and I scream in both surprise and fear, my gait faltering. I feel him hot on my heels and his warm body heat. He toys with me for his own amusement. Brushing his hand against my arm, pulling at my wrist.
Each time, I shrug him off.
Dodge him when he tries again.
He’s not even out of breath, while my chest feels tight. Goosebumps dance on my skin. Ducking into a room, I hide in a corner and bend slightly. Willing my heart to calm down.
I don’t hear him come in.
Until his black boots fill my vision.
I flit my panicked gaze to his hollow dark eyes. He eats the small distance and throws me over his shoulder. I punch his back to no avail, only to earn a stinging smack on my bare ass.
I’m in the air for mere seconds before I’m seated on a cold wooden desk.
Was it here?
My momentary distraction costs me my top as Nova tears it down the middle, baring my see-through lace bra underneath. With a flick of his wrist, it’s gone.
I wish I could see his face.
The way his eyes darken at the sight of my bare breasts.
Desperate, I lift my hand to do just that. He slaps my hand away and growls, “Ask me in the soft innocent way you asked the first time?”
I frown at the demand. What is he saying? I’ve never asked him in the past.
“Can’t remember?” His tone is vicious.
“I’ve never…”
He cuts me off. “Why would you? To you, I was Malcolm.”
I blink, lurching away from his touch. When the enormity of his confession sinks in, my limbs paralyze. My mind replaying the night of his graduation in a kaleidoscope of emotions while Nova silently studies me.
I push at his chest for a whole other reason.
For the second time tonight, he’s dropped a bomb on me, shattering my reality. Painstakingly slow, it all falls into place. The mystifying details I kept ignoring. As if my subconscious knew the man wasn’t Malcolm. I just chose to believe it, because accepting the truth was much more fatal.
“You were my first!” I yell it both as an accusation and a question.
“My naïve little Rose,” he taunts savagely, catching a single tear on his thumb. “No one was stealing your virginity but me.”
Everything I missed that night comes into clarity.
Nova, not Malcolm, never uttering a word.
Denying to remove his mask as I pleaded.
Even my actions were misleading him. When I asked if he was making up to me, Nova must’ve thought I was referring to him posting our picture. His torment over the week.
I should’ve fought harder to unmask him, dammit.
Even as I screamed his friend’s name, Nova said nothing.
“How could you, Nova?” I hit his brick-like chest and push away his mask. He doesn’t stop this time.
“Do you really think I’ll willingly allow another man to put his cock inside you?”
“I had needs and I certainly wasn’t begging you to meet them. Earth would freeze over first.”
“You mean hell.”
“I’m already in hell with you.”
“Yet my hell has always been heaven with you, Rose. Do you really think I’ll let Malcolm live if he had actually fucked you? If he had felt an ounce of pleasure from your body? If he had the guts to steal my fiancée for a single fucking night? I would’ve gutted him right before your eyes.”
“How could you let me believe a lie all these years?” I yell. “Why do you have to be so cruel?”
“Cruel?” he hurls back in animosity. Bending inches from my mouth, he grabs my throat possessively. “You want to know what cruel is? It’s hearing the woman I hated but craved in the same breath, who drove me fucking mad with lust, screaming another man’s name while I was inside her. You ripped my fucking heart out, Rose. Just like you wanted.”
“Don’t you dare blame me.” I shake my head as angry tears stream down my face. “You were at that party to chase and fuck some girl. You have no right to be mad that I went and did the same.”
“You were my fiancée. Mine,” Nova roughly says. “I had no intention of touching another girl when I had you. Not that you’d believe me.”
How could I? He never gave me any reason.
Not until we got married.
Since then, he’s ruthlessly eviscerated all my walls. That’s why I can’t muster the courage to hate him as much as I want to in this second. It’s why the sorry explanation slips.
“You tormented me, Nova. Played mind games I wanted no part of. I almost gave you my first kiss before you left with Malcolm but then you showed me your true colors. You pushed me into another man’s arms. I was so consumed by my madness at you, it drove me to be reckless.”
“Yet fate led you to me.” Spreading my legs, he thrusts his rigid shaft against my pussy. “Once I saw you across the room, laughing at the bar with Miya, wearing the pretty butterfly mask and your beautiful red curls, I knew it was you.” His voice drops low and soft as he murmurs, “The only girl in the room who was fascinated by the books rather than the booze or the men. I had intended to only stay for a few drinks but once I saw you, I knew I couldn’t leave without a taste. One you wouldn’t have given if you thought it was me. So, I switched masks with Malcolm.”
I don’t want to believe him but my heart does.
“You took more than a taste.”
“Yes, I took more.” Thrust. “I stole everything.” Grind. “Because with you, I’m fucking greedy.” Thrust.
“You still torment me, Nova.” I tighten my legs and grind my clit against the hard zipper of his jeans. “You still play games, dangling the bliss of an orgasm and then viciously taking it away.”
“Because I love it when you beg. I wanted you needy, dripping, angry, when I took you tonight. You’re still not there yet.”
I lean back on my elbows when he whips off his shirt until I’m staring at his bare chest. Leaning forward, I trace the valley between his abs with my tongue. He groans, fingers threading in my hair when I reach his nipple and suck.
“Torturing me will not get you mercy.”
Lifting my head, I peer up at him. “Who says I’m asking for mercy?”
His brows twist.
“Maybe I just wanted you distracted.” Smirking, I push him away, jump down, and escape the room.
I make it to the exit this time. His footsteps thudding after me.
Shoving the door open, blinking lights greet me and I realize it’s another private area. The floor-to-ceiling one-way glass provides a direct view of the enormous club. I can see the booths ahead and the dance floor below.
The door shutting behind me yanks my attention from the crowded club.
A shirtless and intimidating Nova backs me into the glass behind.
My hands curling into the banister when I collide into it.
The little prey is caught.
“Where are you going to run now, Rose?”
He pounces when I make the mistake of looking over his shoulder at the door. My scream is swallowed by his mouth as he unzips my skirt. It drops to the floor until I’m completely nude. An electrifying shiver rocks my entire body.
The music of the club here is louder. The vibrations harder.
It’s nothing over the pounding of my heart.
The throbbing in my clit.
His greedy hand finds my pussy, rubs my wetness around my bundle of nerves while lifting my knee to spread me open. Without warning, he thrusts two fingers deep in my walls.
He’s uncharacteristically rough.
Almost unhinged.
Barbaric as he finger fucks me.
My lungs cave in from lack of oxygen as he fucks my mouth with his tongue. The aggression in his shoulders as I clutch him builds my powerful orgasm.
“No matter how hard I fuck, your cunt is always tight as hell. Always choking my dick like a vise,” he gutturally says, biting my bottom lip. Then my jaw. “My Rose is made to be fucked day and night. Insatiable little slut. I don’t care if I make you mad, upset you, you’re going to spread your legs like my good girl and let me pound your pussy.”
His erotic words keep heightening my senses, my pleasure.
“I’ll let you, Nova. Anytime you want. Anywhere you want,” I rasp breathlessly between whimpers and moans. “But please make me come. I need to, Nova. Please. Please.”
His thumb presses down on my clit.
“Anytime?”
Circling. “Yes.”
“Anywhere?”
Rubbing. “Yes.”
“Why?”
Flicking. Thrust. “Because I’m… I’m your slut.”
“Good girl. Come for me. Soak my hand with your cum,” he commands, pistoning his fingers so hard I rise to my toes and hurtle over the edge.
“Nova!” I ride the wave of ecstasy. “Fuck! Oh god!”
Still in the throes of passion, he forces me to my knees and pushes my hand against his leather belt. Fisting my hair, he tilts my head. “Take out my cock. Make it nice and wet.”
I fumble with his buckle, my hands shaking, but I manage and unzip him. No boxers, his pierced dick springs free, slapping against my lips. Grabbing his ass, I deep throat as many of his thick inches as I can.
How did I not know it was him?
The stretch always left me sore for days. The first time, I didn’t leave my bed for a day. Should’ve known not every man is blessed as my Nova. But the adrenaline, the chase left me incoherent. All I cared about was finding bliss.
“Take. More.” His hand puts pressure on my head, gagging me on his shaft so hard that tears and spit run down my face. “Show me what a filthy slut you are for my dick, Rose. How much you want your holes filled with my cum.”
His precum leaks on my tongue.
I moan at the salty taste, sucking harder.
I cough when he slips from my mouth.
Bending, he pulls me upright and turns me around. My palms slap against the glass wall. My eyes skirting around the club, which I completely forgot about. None of them can see us yet I feel like I’m being watched.
Their attention on my swollen breasts.
My ruined face.
On how Nova slaps my thighs open and tilts my ass, aligning his hard cock between the crack. His fingers bruising my waist. “Widen your legs, Rose. Let me see where I’m going to shove my dick in.”
I do as he commands, heady fear climbing up my throat.
His chest covers my back, trapping my left hand beneath his against the wall. His other hand brushes between my legs, tracing the slick pierced head along my slit. Up and down. Rubbing. Dipping to drag the barbell over my clit. Against my drenched entrance.
Until I’m too overwrought with lust.
“Condom,” I manage to whisper over the fog of lust.
“You’re out of your mind if you think I’m going to fuck you with a barrier. You’re my wife. Mine. The only way I fuck you is bare.”
“It’s risky.”
“I’m keeping you forever, Rose.”
“But I drive you crazy.”
“I want you to drive me crazy for the rest of our lives.”
I am on the pill but there’s still a risk. We aren’t supposed to end up together. Forever isn’t in the cards for us. Yet, despite all this circling in my head, the opposite words spill from my mouth, “Fuck me, please. Bite me, bruise me. Show me how much you hate me, Nova.”
The predatory animal in him roars out. Tilting my head until it rests on his shoulder, he threateningly commands in my ear, “Your lips better scream my name, Rose. Eight goddamn years I’ve waited for this moment. I only want to hear my name on your tongue. As you beg for more. As you cry for mercy.”
Speech forgotten, I nod.
His crown nudges at my opening. “Scream.”
He slams home.