Page 10 of Cracked Ice (The F*cked Up Players #1)

Unfortunately, she doesn’t scream, nor does she appreciate me calling her bluff, but she does try to get away by kicking me in the balls.

“Fucking hell, Princess,” I wheeze.

“Oh no, I am so sorry. Are you—”

“I almost came,” I laugh. “Do that again.” She bucks against me again, trying to take advantage of the opening she’s created.

“What’s wrong with you? I thought I really hurt you,” she admonishes.

My dick does hurt, but I’d gladly endure any discomfort for this delightful interaction.

“Only in my dreams could you ever hurt me.”

She has no idea the monster she’s awakened.

“I—” She shakes her head. “I can’t be here right now. I have to go.”

She tries to pull away from me again, but I nudge my throbbing dick against her thigh, pressing her deeper into the wall of lockers.

“No, no, no, we’re just getting started,” I coo. “You’re not going anywhere. Not until you tell me exactly what you’re doing here.”

Her lips seal closed and those cracked-ice eyes start to darken.

My erection, barely affected by her attempted mutilation, instantly stands at fuller attention, jutting between her thighs as I fixate on her lips.

Her jaw tightens the moment she realizes, but her face remains stoic, pretending she’s unaffected.

Such defiance.

“I can force your mouth open if you’d like,” I warn, tapping my finger to her lip.

She shakes her head in protest, but those still aren’t words.

I went months never knowing what her voice sounded like.

Never hearing the cadence of the siren song from which those lips coerced my deepest, darkest secrets.

She does not have the option of staying silent now, so I squeeze her wrists until words fall out.

Squeals of pain tumble first, but I keep the pressure until I get what I want: answers.

“Ahh, okay, okay fine. I was here to check on you, but now I’m seriously regretting that decision. You obviously have brain damage because who licks somebody they just met?” she blurts. Innocent little thing looks almost apologetic, but we both know she’s not.

That’s it ? That’s all she has to say for herself?

I burst out laughing in her face, resting my forehead on hers and letting out my fit of giggles.

Oh, now we’re having some fun.

I pull back.

“Who follows some guy she barely knows into the men’s locker room? Even if you’ve been stalking me, it seems kinda reckless to lock yourself in here with me, no?” I cock my head in question.

“I’m not a stalker,” she huffs. “And what are you talking about? I’m not locked in.”

“Oh, really? Try leaving.”

She looks toward the door, then back at me.

She tries to wriggle her wrists from my hold, but I keep my grip solid.

I hold her wrists one-handed while she squirms like a fish on a hook.

It’s amusing to watch her fight so uselessly.

Finally, she tries dropping her body, hoping the weight will release her from my hold, but she weighs a buck thirty when wet . . . if that.

I smile at her feeble attempt. This almost makes getting kicked out of the game worth it.

More huffs of frustration exit those pretty pink lips as she tries to bounce her way out from under my fingered chains.

Never one to waste an opportunity, I spin her limp body around, pressing her front to the lockers, her backside nudging my cock as she tries to squirm free.

The new position allows me unfettered access to peer down and admire her ass.

It’s round and soft, but firm at the same time.

She’s fit. I’m guessing by the getup she’s wearing, she’s a figure skater, but that only makes me even more curious because if she is a figure skater and she goes to this school, then she especially has no reason to be here.

I’m pretty sure they had a competition in Seattle tonight. I only know that because they had to borrow the team bus to get there and Coach was none to happy about sharing resources. Which means I’m her reason for being here.

She doesn’t look like a stalker, but she doesn’t appear to be a typical puck bunny either.

“Get off me!” she growls again.

Yeah, no, definitely not a puck bunny.

I, of all people, understand how deceiving looks can be, but there’s something about her that warms my blood and sends electric shocks straight to my cock.

It’s not just her mouth or her eyes, though those are both very high on the list of things I’m attracted to.

It’s her fucked up little head that ultimately wins me over.

Using my other hand, I wind her silky ponytail around my fist, pulling it back so she’s forced to look up at me, but then something truly unexpected happens . . . she moans.

Well, that’s interesting. She was growling at me a second ago and the second before that she was disgusted. She’s full of surprises. Our text conversations have never been overtly sexual, but at least this confirms that her obsession was more of a sexual nature than a murderous one.

I bring my mouth closer to her throat, my lips a hair’s breadth away from her goose-bumped skin.

“No,” I growl back right before biting into her neck. Shrilled gasps escape her lips and tears well in her eyes, but I don’t release her right away. I bite down harder.

She hisses between clenched teeth and gives a weak cry.

I am loving the symphony of sounds this little stalker makes.

The anticipation of hearing what she will sound like when she comes sends a thrill that tickles the undercarriage of my balls.

I love that I caught her. I grind my hips against her and something between a whimpered moan and a squeal parts from her mouth next.

Yeah, good luck ignoring me now.

I’m so fucking hard I could stab her with my cock and we’d probably both still cum. I know she can feel me. Hell, she might even thank me for it if I shove my cock inside right now, but I hold back as best I can. If I really want to have fun with her, I’ll have to bide my time.

I release my mouth from her neck with a popping sound and smile in delight when I see the indented marks along her bruised cream skin.

“Your skin marks so beautifully ,” I croon.

“You bit me!” she yelps.

“Yeah, I know,” I lick along the bite to soothe the sting. “There. All better?”

“Oh God, you’re completely insane,” she whines but there’s no animosity in her tone. If I’m not mistaken, that’s admiration I hear.

“You have no idea,” I whisper into her ear.

More goosebumps rise across her skin, and I notice the shiver that skates across her body. Her breathing changes and she presses her body against mine. She’s turned on and it only makes me that much more curious. She’s a horny Little Stalker Princess.

“Stop it,” she pleads, that superior authority all but gone now, but I don’t think that’s what she really wants at all.

I can practically hear her pussy crying out for me.

Why deny what we both want? Why go through all the trouble of stalking me if she’s not going to enjoy the spoils of catching me?

“Stop? But I haven’t even begun.”

It’s freaking adorable how wide her eyes just went, like she’s already picturing what real effort from me would feel like.

It would blow your fucking mind, Princess.

“Lucien, please . . . I’m begging you. Let me go.” My name is a prayer on her glossed pout. And if I was even considering letting her go before—which I absolutely wasn’t—I’m definitely not letting her go now.

Aww, don’t worry, Princess. I’ll teach you how to beg properly.

“But we have so much to talk about,” I muse, relaxing my grip on her hair and petting her more gently. It’s like I said, I don’t want to break her yet. There’ll be plenty of time for that later.

“Like what?” She cranes her head back to look at me, brows furrowed. I stifle a laugh. I don’t think my Little Stalker Princess meant to get caught today, but she’s clearly not a very smart stalker if she thinks we don’t have a fuck-ton to discuss.

“For starters, why’d you stop me from beating up that player? Better yet, how?” I ask.

My perception skills are top-notch but picking her out of a crowd of hundreds goes beyond even my skill set.

I heard her so clearly, or at least I felt like I did.

And when our eyes locked I knew then she had to be something special.

That we were bound by something unexplainable. I knew then that she’d be mine.

“How? I don’t know how, I just . . . you were gonna kill that guy,” she scolds, attempting to turn the tables.

I cock a brow at her.

“Eh, that’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?”

“Dramatic? They carried him out on a stretcher.” Her words screech annoyingly in my head. Ugh, I can tell she’s one of those people who ‘cares’ about other people who wish her harm simply because they’re a ‘person’.

I sigh. “He should have fought to win then.”

“He was no match for you,” she shoots back.

That excuse is even worse than the ‘we’re all people’ excuse. Just because I was the better opponent doesn’t mean he wasn’t worth fighting.

“How’s that saying go again? ‘Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.’ Next time he’ll know better than to provoke an opponent he can’t win against.”

She rolls her eyes, exasperated, but I’m already loving our little back and forth.

I want to continue playing with my new toy, but shouts and buzzers erupt from the arena.

“Aww, man,” I complain.

“What is it?” she panics, perking up even though she’s still trapped beneath me.

I stifle my amusement and settle for moving quickly rather than offering any explanations.

“I’m going to need you to be very quiet.”

“Wha—”

I yank her back a little rougher than I intend. She hisses in pain but I don’t have time to be any gentler; not that I would anyway. Opening the locker, I shove her inside. I know she’s ready to thrash and curse, but I can’t have that right now.

“Not a sound, Princess,” I warn, closing the locker in her face before she can protest. Not a moment later, the locker room floods with loud cursing and groans.

Shit . I’m guessing we lost. The room fills quickly with everyone on the team and immediately jerseys start coming off.

Mine sits neatly folded, blood on it and all, but I chuck it into my bag with the rest of my gear before it can draw more attention.

I turn my back to the locker I’ve stuffed her in, standing guard. Wouldn’t want anyone discovering my new toy before I’ve gotten the chance to play with her.

I strip off my breezers and grin, knowing she can see through the grate in the locker and feeling her eyes graze across my backside.

It’s like nails dragging down my skin and I can’t wait to see what kind of pain this hellion can inflict.

Better yet, how much she can take because I’m going to enjoy every sound that falls from her lips.