Page 65 of Cracked Ice (The F*cked Up Players #1)

I obey, sliding my knees farther apart until each knee hits his boots.

They’re so spread I swear I can feel my arousal dripping through the fabric of my underwear.

Lucien reaches one hand down between us and snatches the fancy La Perla thong I’d worn especially for this momentous occasion right off my body with such force I squeal at the sudden burn and snap of silk and lace across my ass.

“You won’t be needing those,” he muses, the blade still tucked beneath my chin.

“Hold on to these for me will you, Trevor?”

He tosses my ripped lingerie to the captain.

“It’d be my pleasure,” Trevor smirks, but Lucien glares in warning.

“They’re only yours to hold , not have, understand?”

Trevor’s cocky smirk drops.

“Yes, sir .”

I expect his words to sound sarcastic, but they don’t, they carry meaning and sincerity.

“Hey, Trev, I need you to confirm something for me,” he says, though his focus is entirely on me. “Is she as wet for me as she claims? Princess here has a penchant for lying.”

“I’m not lying,” I moan as Lucien twists his blade so that it lines horizontally with my throat, more threatening than sexy now.

Trevor clears his throat loudly, looking to Lucien, but Lucien doesn’t flinch, the gleam in his eyes shining bright.

“You should probably check, just to be sure,” Lucien muses, his eyes daring me to pull away. I don’t move a muscle.

I feel Trevor move as he kneels to the floor behind me, pressing in close again, his body wrapped around mine. I feel much more vulnerable this time with my panties ripped and discarded in his pocket, my knees spread apart while I drip onto the floor.

Thick, calloused fingers reach around me, tickling up my thighs and enveloping me in heat.

It’s hot, too hot. I’m an inferno when the light brushing of his finger swipes along my slit.

He doesn’t press deep. He teases, kneading it along his fingertips but not yet pushing inside.

My thighs quiver, anticipating the intrusion, but it doesn’t come.

“So fucking wet,” Trevor moans, his exhales skating along my heated flesh.

“Let me see,” says Lucien.

Like me, Trevor does as he’s told. Lucien takes one look at Trevor’s glistening fingers then opens his mouth. The captain offers his finger to Lucien and my insides constrict when he wraps his lips around them, giving them a long, languid suck.

“Mm, so sweet. You taste good, Princess. You know that?”

I shake my head gently against the knife. I’ve never tasted myself before.

“Oh, well then, you should get a taste too,” Lucien says.

Trevor repeats his previous action, then sticks his finger inside my mouth. I lick it clean.

“Oh, fuck,” Trevor groans.

I continue sucking even as Lucien trails his blade down my neck, to the crevice of my breasts, right to the edge of my dress.

“Now, should I cut this off or should I let Trevor do the honors?” Lucien muses.

Trevor pops his finger from my mouth.

“Please don’t cut it,” I whimper. I like this dress.

It’s one of my more expensive ones I actually brought here, and I’ve never gotten to wear it.

I was hoping to keep it as a memento or trophy for when Lucien finally takes me.

A fond memory I can look back on. I don’t want it cut from my body, though not-so-secretly, I would love for him to drag that knife across my flesh and carve his name into my heart.

“Please Lucien,” I beg, though the glint in his eyes tells me he knows what I’m actually begging for.

I want him to take that which I don’t know how to give.

I hear the insane staccato rhythm that his heart beats again and my own joins in tandem.

An equally insane organ because even with the knife poised at my chest, it beats harder for him.

It bangs against the cage of my ribs like a wild beast, wanting nothing more than Lucien’s hold around it.

It’s his to command, to have and own as long as he wants it.

“Let me take it off for you,” Trevor whispers in my ear, dragging me back to the here and now.

Lucien pulls the blade away, setting it beside him, undoubtedly for later use.

I can’t help but crane my head toward Trevor’s touch.

With his face against mine, I can feel his dimples against my cheeks as well as the tickle of facial hair.

I smile at the sensation, and he returns it.

His smile so deep and genuine. My eyes flick back to Lucien, expecting to see some sort of jealousy or anger in his gaze but it’s not there.

“Are you sure this is okay?” I ask Lucien, my hands fisted into my dress as I anchor myself to this plane of existence. “You were ready to bite Chauncey’s head off just for talking to me, but Trevor . . .”

Lucien’s lips curl into a devious smirk.

“Chauncey didn’t know his place. Trevor knows his place, don’t you, pup?” Lucien’s head tilts in that surveyor-of-souls way it does as he admires the scene before him, his eyes trained on his captain with pure respect, adoration, and ownership.

“Yes sir, I know my place,” says Trevor.

I can hear the longing in Trevor’s voice, the need that’s already there. He’s had it before, and he’s desperate for it again. I’m desperate for it. If only for tonight, I want Lucien to look at me like that. Just once.

“I don’t want you to be mad at me,” I whimper, my body melting against Trevor’s as he continues to tease the sensitive area between my legs, not quite touching me where I need.

“Aww, Princess, I could never be mad at you. You’re my new favorite thing.

I don’t mind sharing my toys as long as the ones playing take good care of you.

One scratch on your pretty little head and it’ll be Trevor I’m mad at, not you.

” His eyes dart past me to Trevor, and whatever look they exchange causes him to smile even wider against me.

“It’s not me you have to worry about scratching you.” Trevor whispers so low in my ear that I don’t even think Lucien heeds his words.

“I want . . . Trevor to take off my dress,” I admit, voice a little shaken.

I kind of like Trevor. Not how I like Lucien, but I feel oddly safe with him here, like nothing bad can happen as long as he’s present.

And besides, if Lucien trusts him, then I trust him.

He’s clearly getting something out of this too and I want Lucien to have fun. If Trevor helps with that, so be it.

“See? I told you she was a good girl. Now, are you going to be a good boy for me?” asks Lucien.

“Yes,” Trevor moans, still running soft circles against my spread thighs. Wetness pools on the floor beneath me as I drip and I can smell my own heat. We’re all mostly clothed still and already it smells of sex and sin between us.

“Good. Take off her dress . . .” Trevor lifts his hands to obey, but Lucien stops him. “ Not with your hands. Use your teeth ,” he commands.

Trevor doesn’t even think about it, he moves on instinct, lowering his head against my back, his hair soft and fur-like as it swipes teasingly down the ridge of my spine.

I preen like a feral cat ready to come from just the soft brush of his hair.

His teeth graze sharply against my flesh as he bites and licks the tab of the zipper, securing it between his teeth while simultaneously brushing a finger between my folds.

My moans are resounding as I watch Lucien.

“So many delicious sounds,” Lucien groans, fists clenched, and knuckles tucked between his teeth as he holds it to his lips.

I like knowing it’s a struggle for him to hold back like he is, but I can’t wait to prove to him that he doesn’t have to.

I’m not the delicate flower or a shiny gold trophy. I’m his.

Trevor drags the zipper farther down, the fabric peeling from my body as he goes.

It’s agonizingly slow and I’m short of breath, only now truly processing what’s about to happen.

The dress zips from end to end, but Trevor’s a tall guy and anything short of lying flat on his belly will limit his access to the end of the dress, so I lean forward, gripping Lucien’s knees for support and poking my ass out for Trevor.

The benefit isn’t his alone. My face closer to Lucien, he leans forward in response, overtaking me with an all-consuming kiss.

“God, do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” he murmurs against my lips.

The corners of my mouth curve wickedly against his.

“Most people call me Sydney, but God works too,” I tease between our kisses, recalling his words from earlier tonight.

“Oh, no, no, no, Princess. You don’t want to be God.

” His tongue teases the seam of my lips.

“I’m a sinner,” he says. “A transgressor kicked out of Heaven for all my wicked deeds and evil ways. They call me Morningstar for a reason. So, if you’re God, then I will have to be your reckoning.

However . . .” He pulls from my lips and strokes my cheeks with the blunt tips of his fingers, more scratching than soothing.

“If you’re my Princess, then I can be something so.

Much. Better. I can be your redemption .

” His eyes practically glow in the darkened space between us, the bedside lamps doing the brunt of the work setting the mood.

Still, I hate how those mythical eyes can already tell I’m someone in need of redemption.

I gasp as my dress falls from my body, then gets kicked away by Lucien who latches onto my neck, sucking and biting. A groan vibrates against the cheeks of my ass where Trevor lingers and I mimic the sound, tightening my hold against Lucien as I push deeper into the vibrations.

“You’re fucking dripping,” Trevor comments, breaking the spell Lucien always seems to cast upon me.

“Mm, can’t say I blame you though. Lucien tends to have that effect.

” He flicks his tongue against my soaking cunt, and I practically buckle.

But it’s too fleeting. I need more . I whimper, and he makes it up to me, swiping again, but slower this time.

“Yes, like that. It feels so good,” I say, my eyes closing as I relish the sensations of them both.

Like me, Trevor seems to enjoy the praise, the acknowledgement of a job well done.

His efforts intensify, his large hands cupping my ass and spreading me further apart.

I’m easily brought to the cusp with the additional stimulation of a second person, Lucien relentless in his own pursuits as he marks me yet again.

God, this feels good. Why don’t people do this more often?

I mean, why have one when you can have two ?

I almost lose it entirely when Trevor licks a trail up to my puckered hole, the surprise causing me to yelp and moan simultaneously.

“ Not . . . yet,” Lucien growls, releasing the skin on my neck with a pop. “She doesn’t get to come until she successfully completes her challenge. Only then can she be rewarded, understand , pup?”

Trevor’s tongue pulls away quickly and I can feel him settle away from me, his warmth retreating with him.

“Yes sir.”

I crane my head over my shoulder to peek at Trevor and sure enough he does look like a scolded puppy, his big green eyes regretful for disobeying his master.

He’s supposed to be the captain, the one in charge, the leader among them, but in this locked room we’re both just slaves to the madness of Lucien.

Lucien will lead us to victory, to euphoric paradise, but only if we submit to him.