Page 37 of Cracked Ice (The F*cked Up Players #1)

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“ W ell, there’s, um, room on the couch. I just need to go change, and definitely shower,” Sydney says, her neck subtly craned toward her armpits.

I make my way over to the couch, settling in with both arms wrapped over the back, my legs spread. Sydney watches my every move with hawk-like precision, reminding me of a certain talented goalie, but when she notices me staring back she tries to scurry away down the hall.

“Come here,” I call, stopping her in her tracks before she can turn the corner.

Her shoulders slump but she turns, her feet doing a light shuffle without actually moving closer.

“We’re going to be late if I don’t hurry up and get out of this outfit,” she supplicates.

Oh, she needn’t worry about that. Those clothes will be coming off shortly .

“This is my game, remember?” I croon.

She blinks once. Twice.

Had my Little Stalker Princess forgotten already? We were playing my game now and the rules were very different than they’d been before. “We’re going to play a little game of Simon Says.”

“Simon Says?” she questions. When I make no move to correct her, she says, “You want to play a children’s game? What, are we five?” She practically spits the words.

“I can promise that what I plan to do to you is anything but childish. So, play the game Sydney . . . or forfeit and the game ends .” I raise a brow.

“Do you mind telling me why we have to play right now? Can’t it wait until I’m done showering?” she asks.

I pretend to think about it. “No.”

“Why not?” Sydney puts a hand on her hip that now juts to one side.

I crook a finger for her to step closer before resting my arm over the couch again.

“It’s important I know how well you take direction, Sydney.” I keep my voice low and non-threatening.

She eyes me warily but her nails dig into her palm as she takes ten tentative steps toward me.

“Okay,” she breathes. I nod my approval. I’ll be taking the lead tonight and my sweet Sydney will follow like the stalker she is.

“Good,” I say. “Now, Simon says ‘take off your clothes.’”

She snorts. “Don’t you mean ‘Lucien Says’?”

That’s the spirit, Princess.

“Oh, I like that,” I tell her. “Okay then, Lucien says ‘take off your clothes.’”

Her laughter settles and she gnaws at her mangled thumbnail as she shifts uncomfortably under my gaze. I’ll have to break that bad habit of hers. Only I will get to make her bleed.

“What’s the matter, Princess? You don’t want to play with me anymore?” I pout.

Her hand quickly drops to her side. “No, I do!”

“Then what’s the hold up?” I ask, gesturing to her overly dressed body.

She parts her lips to speak then closes them, shaking her head. “Nothing.”

Without another word, she peels one side of her costume down her arm, revealing a muscled shoulder.

We’re barely past her collarbone and I’m already impressed with her body.

Her chest is pink with embarrassment and my bruised bite mark on her neck has deepened to a reddish-purple shade.

My smile only grows wider as her icy blue eyes darken.

She looks back at me and I recognize her stare as my own. She wants this as much as I do.

Before I know it, her delectable breasts are on full display, and I have to grip the back of the couch to remain seated.

The key is not to scare your prey before you go in for the kill, but fuck if I don’t ache to make her kneel before me.

I want to fuck those beautiful tits of hers, spit on them, and paint her chest in my cum.

Slowly, she drags the rest of her outfit down, revealing taut abdominal muscles that line her stomach with the cutest belly button.

I rub the growing bulge between my legs, which is straining painfully in my pants right now.

She hooks her thumbs under the bunched fabric and shimmies them side to side, taunting me with a peek of her sharp hips.

Fuck, I think she’s riling me up on purpose, that sneaky little . . .

“Lucien says ‘turn around.’” My voice is hoarse, giving way to my true desire, but I need to keep control.

I’m starting to forget why I’m not ripping her in half with my cock already.

But then that sweet smile curls on her lips as she ultimately obeys me, and a rush of euphoria hits me straight through the veins.

With her back turned, her outfit and panties finally fall to her ankles, and she steps out, her pert ass plump yet firm.

I hold my fist between my teeth to keep from taking another bite out of her.

Her skin is perfect. Flawless. Save for my bite mark and the light bruise from when she fell on the ice, there’s not a single scratch on her.

Oh, I can’t wait to see her covered head to toe in reminders that she belongs to me. She’ll be thoroughly marked by the time I’m through with her. The best thing about claiming a stalker, is that they’re already committed to the chase.

“Lucien says ‘bend over.’”

She doesn’t hesitate this time, taking the initiative and spreading her legs slightly farther apart, gripping her ankles for balance.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she’d done this before, though her trembling limbs suggest otherwise.

If I want her, I’m going to have to prepare her for what being with a monster like me is really like.

Even if it takes all night long. I’ll have her the exact way I envision.

I cup my cock, rutting against my own hand as thoughts of all the ways I can contort Sydney’s body to fit mine flit through my mind.

“Lucien says ‘spread your cheeks apart’ . . . and ‘hold it.’” My voice is so gruff now I barely recognize it.

Again, she obeys, spreading her cheeks far enough her lips spread too, showing me exactly what I do to her.

Her glistening pink pussy drips with arousal and I imagine what breaching those walls will feel like.

Absentmindedly, I move my hand back and forth, lightly stroking myself, unable to resist the urge to take it out with her back turned, but at the mere sight of her, I’m ready to fucking blow.

It’s pure agony when her fingers start to slip from their hold, unable to remain spread with her arousal spilling over them.

They twitch to rub at herself in kind, and I ache to watch her suffer.

She tries to look over her shoulder, no doubt for a better view.

But I don’t allow it.

“Lucien says ‘eyes front,’” I growl, jaw tight and predatory.

“ You’ve gotten to watch me for months. An all-access pass to my torment.

Well, now it’s my turn to get my fill of you.

To watch you to my heart’s content. To see every unobstructed part of you.

To see every hidden secret you possess. So, keep those fucking ice blue eyes straight ahead, and don’t you dare steal another peek of me without my explicit say so, or you’ll be punished, Sydney.

Severely ,” I warn, my hand fully fisted around my cock.

She groans in protest.

“And before that rebellious streak of yours decides disobeying me might be worth it,” I say. “I must warn you that my punishments are not for your pleasure, they’re for mine .”

She whimpers, but ultimately obeys, her head turning forward again.

“If you don’t play my way, the game ends and you lose, understand?” I ask. The husk in my tone unmistakable.

I don’t pull my pants farther down to reach the base, instead I rub a thumb over the sensitive head, edging myself into delirium.

“Yes,” she breathes, “I understand.”

I settle deeper into her expensive velvet couch, breathing in the scent of her home as a bead of precum leaks from my dick onto the costly material beneath me.

I should fuck her on this couch and ruin the fine upholstery.

I wonder what her dad would have to say about that.

How would he feel to see the evidence of his daughter’s defilement on her pricey cream couch?

I stroke myself again.

“Can you feel it, Princess? My stare on your skin?” I groan. “It’s palpable isn’t it, the feeling of eyes on you?” Her back ripples and she breathes a soft moan between her ragged breaths.

“ Yes .”

“That’s what it felt like every day you watched me,” I reveal, my voice like gravel. “That’s what it still feels like every time you look at me.”

More arousal leaks from her pussy, dripping over her knuckles as she struggles to obey and keep spread.

Such a good fucking girl.

“Aw, Princess you’re soaked. You can barely hold yourself open anymore,” I taunt even as I drive myself further to the brink.

“No, no,” she whimpers, “I-I can do it.” She spreads herself wider for me, her tight hole stretching open, and I practically lose it.

“Oh, yes, look at that,” I moan. “You’re shaking. The anticipation is killing you, isn’t it? It’s the unknown. The undeniable curiosity.”

I thrust up in my hand.

“Yes,” she moans again.

“That feeling is intoxicating. I grew fucking addicted to it, Sydney.” I groan as I choke the fuck out of my dick, fixated on how turned on she’s getting by my words. “You will too.”

She shakes her head, her loose braid swaying between her legs.

“Fuck, Lucien,” she whispers.

“Even when you weren’t watching, I’d imagine you were. I’d imagine your touch, your voice. I wondered what you felt like. What you smelled like. What you tasted like.”

Fuck, I want to taste her.

“Touch yourself,” I bark. She doesn’t flinch.

“Does Lucien say so?” she asks, her cadence coy, but her words shaky.

Fucking hell, this girl .

“Yes. Lucien says ‘stick those soaked fingers inside that tight pussy of yours and fuck yourself until I say stop.’”

Again there’s no hesitation as she allows a single manicured finger to sink into her wet heat while her other hand spreads her lips apart. It’s a perfect view. When she pulls her finger out, it’s wet and creamy, a positive sign that this is probably the most turned on she’s ever been.

“Fucking perfect,” I murmur, stroking the head of my cock.

A feral moan rips from her throat as she tries to maintain her position and get off, but she’s struggling to do both.

More precum spills from my own tip at the sight as I struggle to maintain my own control. She plunges in again, her pace slow and steady as she builds up to her orgasm. In and out . My grip tightens on my cock. Up and down .

She adds another finger, picking up speed, but not driving in deeper. Her thrusts remain shallow, not even knuckle deep. Her legs shake even more as she draws nearer and I’m conflicted on whether I want to let her come or not, but there’s no stopping her because there’s no stopping me.

I don’t want her to stop.

I’m behind her in two large strides. Whipping my dick out fully, I shove my boxers down and jerk myself harder. She winces at the surprise touch of my palm to her back, but neither of us stops stroking.

“Lucien says ‘don’t fucking move,’” I growl.

My free hand slides down her spine and she preens like an animal, arching her back and spreading even wider for me.

“Lucien, please,” Sydney moans. “Fuck, please.”

She wants me to fuck her. But not yet, Princess. Not fucking yet.

I curl my fingers into the nape of her hair, palming her scalp when I feel the raised bump of a gnarly jagged scar.

I’ll have to ask her about that later, but for now I hold her tight until I’m sure she’s not going to seat herself on my cock.

The head of my dick rubs at her entrance, careful not to push in as I gather her wetness.

“Fuck you’re so warm and wet,” I say.

I pump harder, using longer strokes, spreading her wetness over the tip until . . .

She’s gasping and moaning as I shoot my entire load on her ass. I watch as it dribbles down her back, between her cheeks and over her cunt. A carnal roar tears through me with my release. And she moans my fucking name.

It’s music to my ears.

“ Oh . Yes . . . Lucien,” she moans. “Fuck. Touch me.”

I smack her ass, feeling the sting against my palm since that is the only touching I’ll be doing right now. It’s exactly what she needs, because then she’s coming, thrown right over the edge with me as she comes apart.

Fuck yes. Who’s in charge now, Princess?

Her fingers finally slip, but I don’t punish her for it. Taking her hand, I bring her fingers to my mouth and suck.

I moan around her fingers as she gasps. “Delicious.”

I slide my other hand back up to the nape of her neck, gripping it before drawing her back to me.

Her backside flushes against me, our cum sticking between us, and she squeaks in surprise.

The feel of her breath quickening when I snake my palm to the front of her throat is enough to make me come again.

A soft whimper falls from her lips when I apply a little pressure and my cock jumps in response, but I keep her steady, relishing the feel of her strained swallows against my palm.

Her body shifts as she squirms, and I chuckle in her ear.

“Did you like that?” She nods and I squeeze harder. “Words, Sydney. You’ve been awfully quiet. I want to hear you speak. ” I nip at her lobe.

“Yes, I loved it,” she moans, her breath ragged. “Di-Did I do well?”

She shifts from foot to foot, her body squirming against mine as I brush my other hand down the front of her body.

“Oh, Sydney. You did so well. Don’t you feel like a winner?” I ask.

Her head bobs against my shoulder as she nods.

“Yeah,” she whispers. “I fucking do.”

“Good,” I tell her, releasing her neck and turning her back around.

Her cheeks are red and flushed, her hair is all messy, but a smile is in her eyes, even if she’s holding back the one on her lips.

She peers down, probably hoping to get a good look at my dick, but we’ll have plenty of time for bodily exploration in the shower.

I grip her chin , forcing her head upward before capturing her lips in a painful kiss. She doesn’t complain. She opens for me, and I swallow her squeals when I give her ass a quick slap and pull away.

“Now, Lucien says ‘let’s go take a shower.’”