The Hating Game Spice Level Novels & Stories

“Stop playing games, you psychotic piece of shit.” “But the games are my favorite part.” He slapped my pussy with his cock again, the wet sound obscene in the quiet room. Then he pressed the head against my entrance, letting me feel how much I was stretched around just the tip. “The games are where I get to watch you fall apart. It shows me exactly how much you need what I’m giving you. I get to watch that hatred in your eyes turn into something else entirely.”

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

“Please? Just leave it on while you cook. You look adorable. Just do this for me, your husband. That’s all I’m asking.” I glared. He gave me those big pleading eyes. Damn it. I dropped my hands. “Whatever.” He beamed and settled onto a stool at the counter, chin in his hand, watching me like I was the most interesting thing in the world. I turned back to the fridge. Then it hit me….spicy pasta. He hated anything spicy. Perfect revenge. I’d make it so hot his tongue would fall off and he’d hate me for real. I grabbed tomatoes, garlic, chili flakes and started chopping. His eyes never left me. Not once. Every time I glanced over, he was still staring, a soft smile, like he was memorizing every

The word is a breath. — It's a good start. He murmurs. Hate and desire are enemy brothers. They share the same room. The same bed. His other hand comes to rest on my hip, through the fine silk. The burn is immediate, electric. I gasp. A small sound I don't recognize. His eyes darken, grow more intense.

I could feel my heart racing, not from fear but from the sheer frustration of her audacity. "You know it is," I replied, my grip on her waist tightening slightly, though I was careful not to hurt her. "This isn’t a game, and I’m not in the mood for your antics." She tilted her head, studying me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. "But you’re the one who’s making it a game," she countered, her voice dropping to a whisper that only make me throw on her sofa and fuck her that attitude. "You’re the one who’s letting me get under your skin."

"Just do this for me, okay? You two should meet one last time! All these old memories are hitting me out of nowhere!" "Are you insane? After that messy cheating scandal, why should Jean have to deal with him again?" "Exactly! Jean deserves way better than a trash like Conrad!" "Hey, stop spreading lies! Jenny's texts to Jean never actually proved anything physical happened between her and Conrad, okay?" "Even if he didn't sleep around, he's still trash. Cheaters don't change. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Jean needs to move on and find someone better. We're queens. We play men, not the other way around!"

I quietly and sneakily picked up the wooden spoon and dug in while they continued to argue. Grandma snatched her stick from Drix and hit his head with it. "You overgrown brat. What's wrong with spicy food?" Drix used his hands to defend himself at the third strike, bending his massive body backwards a bit and frowning. "Maybe because your spicy food is always too extra and might not be good for Sapphire. She has a delicate body system," I don't but let him keep believing that. Oh my goodness! The food was mouth-fucking delicious. My eyes brightened as I ate two spoons from every bowl. Mixing them up together was even better. And the delicious cold creamy drink washed down the spice perfectly

When finally, he spoke, the only word that left his lips was “why?” “Why?” she repeated, as if he had asked a totally ridiculous question. “Why do people frame people up and force them into marriage they don’t want and torture them? Let’s see” she said pretending to think. “How about because they hate them.” she answered, her sharp eyes suddenly becoming sharper with anger, it was amazing how she could transform from cool to hot in just an instant. “I hate you Mr Farhan, I hate every fibre of your stupid disgusting being, in fact, I hate you so much, that I don’t think anyone ever hated anybody as much as I hate you, I hate you more than I hate the devil,” she continued her anger rising with

This villains won't let me be. "Sweetie, why the angry face?" Jessica questioned with a sober tone. Could she just stop acting like though she cared? "Yes, darling, did something go wrong?" Mirabelle interjected and I shook my head. "Could we go inside first?" I petitioned. "Yes!" They chorused excitedly. I wonder how their spouse cope with them. I would never be a housewife, I'd rather stay single. Furthermore, I hated anything home or staying idle. These, who made me sit in the middle and began to interrogate me. How did we ever become friends? It all began when I newly moved in. I was hostile to everyone except Jessica, who helped me adapt to my new home. She was indeed friends to all and