Page 117 of Break the Ice

Rafe laughs, coming out as a raw and hoarse sound. The sound of surprised amusement. Though he knows what I’m doing. He understands it’s part of the game we play—the constant battle we fight ’til we come together and win.

“I have to say, Sugar Tits. You have some gorgeous titties,” he says from somewhere behind me. Farther away at first ’til he’s moved closer. “But you also have a fucking deliciously fat ass. It feels amazing in the palm of my hand. It feels even better to sink into. But there’s something else that’s going to be just as good.”

I lift my chin in challenge, though I quake on the inside. “Get to the point, Rafe. I’m bored.”

He grips a fistful of my curls. My head’s yanked back to find his face hovering upside down over mine. Any humor has been wiped out. His dark expression’s returned. So has the intense hunger he exudes.

“The point is,” he growls, giving an extra harsh tug on his fistful of my hair. I gasp, a wave of lust passing over me. “Filthy little sluts don’t need to speak. I don’t want to hear another word out of that pretty mouth that’s not ‘yes, Alpha’ and ‘thank you, Alpha.’ You got that?”

Fuck, yes.

The dirty words, his gritty voice, his fist in my hair all make my pussy throb. I stare up hazily at his stony face and whisper, “Yes, Alpha.”

“Good. You’re going to stay like this with your fat ass in the air, and I’m going to take pleasure in marking it up. Tell me what you think. Do you want to be punished for your bad behavior?”

“Yes, Alpha,” I repeat. I’m already a mess and he hasn’t even done anything yet. My breath’s running short and I feel hot with arousal. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’ll find the evidence once he strips off my panties.

Satisfied by my answer, he releases his grip on my hair and rears back. “Good. Something tells me you’ll enjoy this too. I bet that gorgeous fucking pussy’s already dripping with your juices. You get off on this, don’t you? On being my filthy little slut?”

My cheeks burn at his words. The frankness and the filthiness of the situation.

This entire night.

Here I am, on all fours, in the bedroom of the man who I’ve hated, and who I’ve worked with to cover up several dead bodies.

It’s dark and demented. It’s sexy and intimate.

I’m so turned on, I’m shaking. I have no choice but to stay in position as Rafe stands behind me.

He does what I expect him to do in a situation like this—he teases me. His warm, calloused palm glides over the curve of my ass. He grips my flesh and gives me a smack that has a rippling effect. He groans and then grabs me by the hips to press himself into me.

I can feel how much he wants me. His huge, throbbing erection feels so good even with a layer of fabric between us.

My eyes close and I bite on my bottom lip to hold in a moan.

“You want me to make you come, Sugar?” he asks. He finds my pussy and gropes me through my panties. His fingers slide along the wet patch that shows proof of my arousal. He rubs me, creating a friction that’s unbearable.

Within seconds, I’m about to come. Pleasure’s kindling inside me, about to find its release.

His hand disappears. “Not yet. It definitely hasn’t been earned.”

I fail to hide my frustration. It comes out of me in an impatient quake of my body.

“I want you to thank me first. For each one.”

“Rafe,” I whine. “What are you—UGH!”

I gasp out the last word as Rafe delivers a sudden and powerful blow to my backside. The strike has taken the air out of my lungs and left them quaking. I struggle to take in another breath as I fight through the shock.

My ass throbs in response, my tender flesh radiating heat.

I glance over my shoulder. My jaw drops open.

Rafe’s leaning against his hockey stick, his elbow propped up top, as he grins at me. “I told you I’d enjoy this. Turn back around, Sugar, and take your punishment like a good girl.”

I’m speechless, equally breathless as I do as I’m told. I face forward and wait for the agonizing second blow.

Though I’m fully expecting it, when it comes, it still feels shocking. Rafe smacks the blade end of the hockey stick against my round cheeks. The unforgiving blow leaves me throbbing for more.