Page 41 of Cracked Ice (The F*cked Up Players #1)

“I played our potential first meeting in my head over a thousand different times, in a thousand different ways and none of it ever felt right .” She peers up at me and that little twitch in her eyes appears again. “It felt right to just watch you from afar.”

“Until today,” I grin.

“Until today,” she repeats, her voice melancholic.

I lean up, caressing her backside as I grip her body closer to mine. Our lips are inches from one another as we breathe each other’s air. My cock hardens.

“Why is that? What made today the day?” I lick at her lips but I don’t immediately go in for the kiss the way I want to.

She stutters a breath. “Because you caught me. Just like you said you would.”

I bump my nose to hers, nuzzling each side before rewarding her with a chaste kiss.

It’s my turn to confess now.

“You know . . . I saw you that day.” She pulls back to regard my face, her eyes wide.

I clarify, chuckling a little at her petrified expression.

“More accurately, I heard you. The day you barged into my arena while I practiced. I was blowing off some steam when I heard soft crying.” I thumb invisible tears away.

“I thought it was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.

I wanted to know who made you cry, and then I wondered how I could make you cry.

” I trail a finger from her cheeks to her chest. “Make you sob. Make you beg.”

Her breath hitches in her throat, and she’s once more made me very aware of our compromising position.

“Was that before or after you thought to yourself ‘I’m going to fuck or kill the person who’s stalking me’?” she teases, even as her skin pebbles beneath my touch.

I shake my head at her attempt to deflect.

“At the time it didn’t matter. I could make you cry from pleasure or cry in pain. It was of little consequence to me which one you did.” It’s of little consequence to me now. “ Like I said, I had steam to blow off. I was in a bad way when you found me.”

“You were?” Her breath skims across my cheeks, as she struggles to maintain steady breath, my touch affecting her much in the same way she affects me.

“I was.” My fingers trail between her tits then circle her nipples.

“But then, as you kept coming back . . . as you kept watching.” I palm her breast and lift it to suck on her left nipple.

“And following.” I lift and suck on the right.

“I realized, I was going to have to make a choice. I had to get rid of you or make you a player in my game.”

She groans; pleasure evident when her head leans back.

I twist and turn her nipples between my fingers. Her breathing picks up, but she doesn’t stop me. She holds onto my shoulders, gripping into the muscle.

“But you see, the more you stalked, the more intrigued I became. I thought to myself ‘what kind of person would think this wise?’” I pinch harder and her pained squeals stirs my fucked up desires, even as her breast pushes further into my hand.

“I thought surely they must be out of their mind if they think I won’t retaliate.

Then I wondered if they were as out of their mind as me.

Were we kindred spirits, twin flames, or soul mates?

” She moans against my touch, seeking more, searching for more friction as her hips begin to move.

“Or were we sworn nemeses, alien vs. predator, perhaps mortal enemies?”

She gasps when I pinch again.

“Are you my enemy?” I ask my lips brushing against her cleavage.

“No,” her broken whispers are music to my ears and her fear is a decadent appetizer for the meal to come.

I nip at her jaw and I feel the shivers that ripple beneath the skin as my teeth graze her chin.

“You see, I’m quite good at camouflage. People see me as a hot head at worst and an asshole at minimum but I’m really,”—nip—“really”—nip—“really”—nip—“dangerous, Sydney.” I lean back in the chair, and stare at her, letting her see a glimpse of me without the camouflage.

I tap my temple. “There’s something broken inside here and the things I want to do to you are not for the weak my dear princess. ”

She scoots forward, pressing her naked chest to mine and wrapping her arms around my neck to bring me closer. “Well then, it’s a good thing I’m not weak,” she breathes.

I instinctively palm her ass with both hands as she grinds her pussy against me, her arousal spreading across my lower abdomen as she does. My fingers flex, digging into her thighs hard enough to bruise while she continues to move. I’m not sure yet if I want to stop her or encourage her.

“You better be sure, Princess, because I was already crazy, but now, I’m crazy about you.”

She grinds on me again. “Good, because apparently . . . I’m crazy about you too.”

I suspect with her kind of upbringing something broke inside her too.

With me something just snapped—an unfortunate result of the tragedy—but with Sydney, I’m willing to bet it was different for her, that she was twisted and bent until eventually she cracked under all the pressure.

It’s evident to anyone truly watching her, she’s been doing her best to remain whole ever since.

Her forehead rests against mine, the warmth from her face seeping into my own.

“Kiss me,” she whispers. I do.

She moans, thrusting herself against me like she wants to ride me. But I maneuver to the side, purposely keeping my hard dick away from her entrance.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” she pants.

I pull back from her, holding her face away and squeezing her puffy cheeks in the process. “In due time.”

She jerks away, her face no longer adorably squished between my fingers. “Tonight though, right?”

“If you’re good,” I tease.

Her eyes light up. “I’ll be so good.”

I pout. “Not too good, I hope.”

Those baby blues roll as she sucks her teeth. The little brat.

“You’re very confusing. You know that?”

“Well I don’t want you to be a doormat,” I joke.

She scoffs. “I’m no one’s doormat.” We look between each other knowing that—unfortunately— that’s not true at all. She all but admitted that was her role to play among her father’s friends , and I had no doubt she played it well.

I slide my palms up her thighs, resting when I reach her apex.

I use my thumbs to stroke the curves of her hips, my hands unable to remain idle with her naked body wrapped around me like this.

I can smell her arousal and my cock strains to the point of soreness, edging that fine line between pain and delicious pleasure.

It would be so easy to fuck her but, the voices in my head scream that I need to wait.

“I know how much you like to win, but my game isn’t just about winning or losing,” that pouty bottom lip of hers pokes out again. “It’s about learning your limits and setting you free. Don’t you want to be free?”

The tip of my nose drags along her jawline, then her throat, nuzzling into her neck as I inhale the lingering sweetness of her body wash that sticks to our skin.

“I want to be yours,” she breathes, the words the faintest whisper against her lips.

My fingers twist in her silky damp hair, unbraided and falling in loose waves that kiss the top of her ass. She’s so fucking pretty.

She tries to lean forward to settle her hips in a new angle, but I keep my hold on her hair tight and shift my hips.

“Ugh,” she groans, frustrated with my evasion. “Fuck me, Lucien. If you’re worried . . . about . . . you know . . . I swear I’ve been tested.” I think that God fellow is capable of miracles after all because maintaining a straight face could only be made possible with divine intervention.

“And if you want . . .” she stammers. “We don’t have to use a condom.

I have the implant in my arm.” She points to a space along her bicep, under her arm.

“And you don’t have to worry about there being anyone else, just .

. . please. I want you inside me.” She rolls her hips against me again. “Just for tonight, let me have this.”

Fuck me dead, I’m barely holding on here. She wants me to fuck her raw? I mean, that was already happening, but to hear her beg for it makes my cock weep tears of fucking joy. Despite what others might say, I do manage to wield an incredible amount of self-control.

“I know, Princess. Believe me, I know, but I promise you’ll be rewarded if you’re really good for me tonight and wait,” I say.

“I don’t want to wait,” she pouts. Spoiled Little Stalker Princess, so used to getting what she wants. Even naked, straddled on my lap with arousal spilling on my dick, I’ve managed to do what no sane man has ever done: deny her. It's too bad I’m not sane.

“Aww, don’t make that face. You’ll get wrinkles.” I rub my thumb between her brows and her forehead flattens out.

She smacks my hands away. “Nobody likes a tease.”

“ You do,” I quip.

I lean back into the soft chair, another material I imagine ruining with all the fun we’re going to have.

I will fuck this girl, she needn’t worry her pretty little head about that, but only when the time is right.

My teeth sink into my lower lip as I imagine myself saying ‘ fuck it, no time like the present .’ She seems the type to catch on quick, why not let her ride me, break me in, and fuck me on this insanely plush chair while I station myself as the throne she’s meant to sit upon?

I buck once and she bounces, her tits jiggling in the process. She tries to scooch closer, her nails scratching into my biceps while she drags that sweet heat closer to my cock.

I tighten my hold on her hips, holding her back again.

“You’re the worst ,” she whines, though I get the feeling she’s acutely aware of what that pouty face of hers is doing to me.

I grin.

“No, I’m the one your daddy warned you about.” Her lips part, face slackened as those precarious wrinkles return to their spot on her forehead. “The big bad wolf sent to devour his precious little girl.”

“So, what’s stopping you then?” she whispers, her lips hovering over mine. “Devour me.”

I underestimated her irresistibility and am losing the strength to deny her with every millimeter she moves closer.

“So little patience . . .” I pull away again. “ I like to play with my food before I eat it.” I boop her on the nose with a tap of my finger but she’s none too pleased with the repeated gesture and playfully bites the air near my hand, snapping her teeth.

I pull my finger away just in time.

“Bad Princess,” I admonish. “You bite me . . . and I’ll bite you back.”

Her lips curl at the corners but she shakes her head and pretends to scowl before leaning back, resting her hands on my knees. “You don’t play fair.”

My eyes drag from her wet center to her blue eyes. “Neither do you,” I rasp, my voice a hoarse whisper, my lips parted. Gorgeous . I clear my throat. Reaching around, I grip her wrists, holding them behind her back with one hand while the other ensures she doesn’t fall.

“Lucien . . .”

“How about this,” I offer. “If you can come just from this, I’ll let you get off. But you don’t get my cock until I’m good and goddamn ready to give it to you, understand?”

She nods vigorously and I squeeze her ass harder.

“Yes,” she grits out. “I understand .”

I let go, leaving reddened fingerprints in my wake.

“Okay, be a good girl and grind on me until you make yourself come.”

She smirks and repositions herself. Straddling my knee, she rides it like her goddamn life depends on it.

“I can’t come like this,” she whines.

“There’s that word again. You’re an athlete, aren’t you? You can do anything you put your mind to. Including coming all over my knee like the greedy little slut you are, right?”

She whimpers, hating the use of my words, but loving how they make her feel. I’m not saying them to hurt her, but to encourage her. To get there . Luckily, she sees it that way too.

Her moans reignite.

“Come on,” I say. “You can do better than that. You said you wanted to earn my cock, didn’t you? You’re not going to earn it like that.”

Challenge issued, she grinds harder. Her pussy creams my thighs, and I want to do more than sit here.

I want to help her achieve the orgasm she’s chasing, but those aren’t the rules of the game.

If I touch her more than I am right now, I’m a goner and the game will end quicker than either of us want it to.

“There you go,” I encourage. “You’re Sydney fucking Sinclair, aren’t you? You’re not just going to let me win, right?”

“No,” she moans, her clit rubbing against my knee. She’s soaking me and her nails are digging into my flesh again. She wants to come for me, but maybe my princess needs a tiny . . . push.

“I thought you always strive to be the best? For more? Who better to give you that than yourself. Make yourself come all on my thigh like you wanna come all on my cock. Show me what I’m missing out on for daring to deny you.”

She stares down at me while she continues her figure eight’s, already putting her back into it with my provocation.

She grits her teeth through another moan.

“You’re going—to regret—challenging me,” she breathes, holding back her release even if she doesn’t realize she’s doing it.

I break my no-touching rule, resting both hands at her hips. This should be fine; I can stay in control like this. Though the rest of me is considering breaking all of my rules for her.

“Then let me hear you. Say ‘I’m Sydney fucking Sinclair and I’m going to come just like this.’”

“I’m Sydney fucking Sinclair and . . . and I-I’m— Fuck,” she grits.

“Go on,” I goad.

“I’m going to . . . to . . .” she moans, teetering on the edge.

“Try again, ” I spur her on, moving my leg to give her more friction.

“I’m Sydney fucking Sinclair and . . . ohshitshitshit I’m coming.” She screams, her nails pressing into my forearms.

“That’s my girl,” I praise.

I kiss her temple as she slumps against my chest, her juices leaking from her pussy along my thigh. She jerks and twitches in my hold. I’m learning what she needs to come and how her body responds to my commands. Now we’re getting somewhere.

I know she wants to fuck me, and I know she wanted to show me how good she’ll ride me if given the chance, but we’ve already spent too much time at this house . . . and she’s still not ready. The night’s still young, the excitement still fresh and she still hasn’t even seen the worst of me.

Despite her claims, she’s yet to see with her own eyes the truth of my devastation. I’ll have to make sure she doesn’t go running for the hills the moment she does. We’re just getting warmed up.