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“What now?” Indy blurted out, unable to stop herself when she saw a flash of something dark and unsettled on Ice’s face as he looked down at her. “Ice, what—”
Ice closed his eyes and shook his head. When his eyelids flicked open there was that coldness again, like he’d flipped that switch Indy had seen in him earlier, pulled that internal lever that turned his burning heat to cold stone.
Panic rose up Indy’s throat like a solid object threatening to throttle her from the inside.
Ice was suddenly unreadable.
Unreachable.
Unavailable.
“Now nothing,” he said gruffly, blinking and breaking eye contact long enough for Indy to see the wheels of doubt turning back there. “That shouldn’t have happened.”
“But itdidhappen,” Indy snapped, her cheeks burning with either humiliation or indignation, perhaps a bit of both. “Andyoumade it happen.”
Ice snorted, twisting his bloodied nose, curling his bleeding lips. “You tied me up. You head-butted my nose. Cut my lip wide open with those fangs.”
“And then you kissed me,” she pointed out firmly, trying to wriggle herself out from under him. “Held me down and kissed me, rubbed yourself all over me like an animal. Called me a bitch too, if I recall correctly.”
“You sure as hell kissed me back. As for calling you a bitch for almost biting my face off . . . yeah, youdorecall correctly,” Ice said matter-of-factly, keeping his weight pressed down along the entire length of her body so she couldn’t get away. “Stop your squirming. You aren’t getting out from under me until I cut myself free of the damn bathroom fixtures. Where’s my knife?”
Indy shrugged beneath him, thenoof’edout a breath as Ice dug his pelvis into her belly so he could arch his upper body up off her and look around the room.
“It’s on the far side of the bed,” Ice muttered. “Shit.”
“So let me up and I’ll go get it.”
Ice chuckled. “Yeah, right.” He raised an eyebrow, took a long look at the distance between them and the bed, then grunted. “I’ll hold on to your leg. You can stretch out and reach the knife. Toss it on the carpet where I can grab it.”
Indy stared exasperatedly up at him, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “You seem to have forgotten that I had plenty of time to get away while you were retching up a tidal wave of sick all over the nice bathroom floor. I could have slit your throat with that knife. Or put two bullets in your thick skull. Gouged out your eyes with my damn thumbs.”
Ice stared back at her unfazed. “And you seem to have forgotten that although I’m not a smarty-pants analyst like you, I’m smart enough to see that you need me and will do whatever it takes to get me on your side.” He shrugged coolly. “Whateverit takes,” he whispered, his eyes flashing for one wicked moment.
Indy’s eyes and mouth widened in unison. “You didnotjust say that. You piece of shit. You held me down and came all over me like a damn hound dog.”
Ice didn’t flinch but his eyes flashed with more of that edgy wickedness—somewhere between playful and deadly. “You came too. So if I’m a dog, what does that make you?”
Indy tried to slap him across the face, but Ice grabbed both her wrists, that look in his eyes finally breaking into a devilish grin, like the heat in his body was melting the ice in his eyes.
A flash of the same heat rushed through Indy as she felt Ice harden against her again. She blinked up at him, hating that he was totally messing with her mind, playing this game of dominance like a master. He really could turn it on and off.
And right now it felt like everything was getting turned on again.
Including her.
“Sorry to burst your macho bubble, asshole, but I didn’t come,” she said with as much cold dispassion as she could find in her rapidly warming body. “Don’t kid yourself. That wasn’t a turn-on for me. Not one bit. Keep dreaming.”
Ice’s grin tightened to a hard smile, his eyes narrowing with a sort of knowing that made Indy’s pussy clench.
“We both know you came as hard as I did,” Ice whispered, his erection clearly back, the hard length of his shaft pressing against Indy’s slit like it knew the truth hidden behind her soaked panties. “The evidence is there, sticky and sweet, warm and wet.”
Indy reddened like a rose, a mortified gasp escaping her lips even as a fresh surge of wetness leaked from her pulsing vagina. “You’re sick,” she whispered thickly. “And all the stickiness in this situation has come from you. It’s just insulting to imply that I’d even beremotelyturned on by a brute like you forcing himself on me.”
Ice grinned. “Ah, there it is. The guilt-trip. The appeal to chivalry.” He chuckled darkly. “This isn’t protest-night at the Yale Student Union, kid. You aren’t going to shame me into a damn thing. Yeah, I rubbed myself off all over you. And you came like a fucking waterfall in your filthy little panties.”
Indy swallowed hard, did her best to keep her frame, play the game—even though she wasn’t certain if she wanted to win or lose.
Wasn’t even sure what itmeantto win or lose.