Page 23 of Cracked Ice (The F*cked Up Players #1)

“I would have chalked it up to morbid curiosity, Sydney, honest to God, but you see . . .”—my pussy throbs against his touch—“. . . you’ve been watching me for months, even outside of this arena.

” His fingers slide against the outer edge of the dress, and I clench in anticipation, desperately wanting him closer and craving his fingers to be inside.

“You figured out my schedule.” He inches closer.

“Followed me around campus.” Closer still.

“Watched from far-away places.” His thumb slides over my slit through the fabric.

I want to rip this thing off and bare myself before him on this ice if it means he’ll touch me there .

“And I’m pretty sure you skipped your competition to come to my game instead. ”

That’s technically not true. I didn’t skip it. I was kicked off the team right before my performance, but I don’t bother telling him that now. Not when he’s rubbing my pussy and staring at me like that.

“If that’s not stalking . . .”

He’s not wrong. My obsession with him has gotten a bit out of hand, but I’d hardly classify myself as a stalker. I’m . . . a consistent voyeur. But I’m not a stalker.

His pressure on my clit doesn’t let up and he increases his speed. I writhe beneath his hold as my orgasm draws nearer, the movement reminding me that I’m pressed against ice.

“I-I couldn’t help it. I wanted to learn more about you.

” A violent shudder racks my body when he licks a trail of my salty skin from my chest to my chin.

I’m not half as disgusted as I was when he licked my face.

In fact, I find it hot as hell. Especially when he rubs my pussy harder, increasing the friction.

His fingers roll over my clit through the fabric and I crave closer contact.

“Hmm, what did you expect to learn?” He licks his lips. Watching, waiting for that moment I break apart under his touch.

It’s not enough, but my body is reacting anyway.

“I d-don’t know. I-I just thought you were someone worth knowing.” My teeth chatter as the shivers become uncontrollable. My whole body is shaking from the biting cold of the ice and the incumbent orgasm he’s soliciting.

He palms the bulge growing beneath his sweats, switching to his thumb to press against my clit that he’s teasing while rubbing himself. I’ve soaked through the costume, but I only grow wetter when he pinches the sensitive bud between his thumb and index finger.

I whimper.

“And what do you think about me now, Princess?” he muses, moving his hands from his cock to lean forward again and hold my ribbon restraints as I shake.

“I think you’re insane,” I answer.

Certifiably .

“You’re not wrong,” he growls in my ear, right before he nips at my lobe, sending a pulsing signal so strong to my pussy I practically come on the spot.

More. I need more.

“ More . Please,” I beg.

“You like this, don’t you?” he croons.

“Yes,” I moan breathlessly, unable to control myself. My core tightens, my clit aching and throbbing. I’m stimulated all over.

“Oh shit, I’m going to come,” I breathe.

“Already? But we were just getting to know one another.” His expression is teasing as he continues his ministrations, but he doesn’t change his pace.

I’m just as disappointed as he is, but I can’t hold back anymore. It’s been too long since I’ve had any kind of proper attention down there.

“I can’t help it,” I whine. “It feels too good— Don’t stop— Please don’t stop.”

A wicked grin emerges on his lips and my pussy contracts in anticipation.

“ Ahh, yes . . . yes . Please don’t stop. Please. Please, ” I plead.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Princess. Now push your legs back . . . yeah, just like that. Wider. I want you nice and spread for me . . . yeah. Good fucking girl. Now come for me. Come on my hand like a good little toy.” I couldn’t be happier to follow his instructions.

I do exactly as he says, my pussy clenching at the idea of being used for nothing more than his pleasure. “Oh yes . . . yes . . . mmhmm, right there. Right. There .”

He leans over me again, deep enough that his head is right by my chest. His soft hair rubs against my neck as I lift, and my back bows to come harder than I ever have before. But when he bites my nipple, intensifying my climax to a new level I’ve never experienced, I lose it entirely.

Blood-curdling screams rip through my throat, echoing through the arena. My orgasm hits that much harder, elongating enough to make me weep and cry out his name.

“Lucien! Oh my god, yes! Lucien— Fuck, please !” I chant.

“That’s it, Princess, let me hear you fucking scream.” My body trembles from the force of my orgasm and I whimper at his praises. I’ve whispered his name countless times when alone in my room, but screaming it with him as my audience has never felt better.

“So beautiful,” he moans against my chest, peppering kisses along the swell of my breasts. “Imagine what I could do with your clothes off.”

Lucien and me? Naked?

“Yes,” I pant, nodding without question.

I’m willing to do whatever, be whatever he needs me to be—for the next thirteen hours.

That was nothing like what I’d been able to achieve on my own.

I take my masturbation sessions seriously, but what we just did?

I let out a breath. I’ll do anything this man says if it means finding out what new heights he can conjure.

I may have lost everything, but for now I’m going to focus on everything this game of his can offer.