Page 69 of Cracked Ice (The F*cked Up Players #1)

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“ S uch pretty tears,” I murmur, looking down at Sydney who looks every bit drunk, ashamed and horny all at the same time.

It’s fucking beautiful.

She’s a far cry from the perfect doll she was some hours ago.

“Let me come, p-please. Lucien . . .” she rasps, on her knees looking up at me like she wants to thank me and kill me after licking my floors clean.

“You’re aching to be filled with my pierced cock, aren’t you Princess?”

“Yes,” she admits. “I want you. I need you. Fuck me, please.”

“Okay, I guess you’ve earned your reward.”

Her eyes light up with relief that hits her so hard she looks like she’s about to start crying again. She practically runs for the bed when I nod toward it. That’s my little stalker, always running right toward danger.

She shuffles onto the bed and before she can even absorb what’s happening I already have one cuff wrapped around her ankle.

“What are you—”

Trevor doesn’t miss a beat grabbing the other one before we secure her to my bed.

“You’ll be fine. I promise. Lucien’s rewards are the best,” he assures Sydney, but she’s still looking at him like she’s expecting him to save her. That fucker loves it.

He would save her, but no one is leaving this room unfucked. None of us are being saved. We’re all fucked up.

“Since you’ve been such a good boy, I’ll let you have a reward.

But remember . . .” I whisper low into Trev’s ear the rest of my plans so that Sydney can’t hear us.

He nods in understanding. Bending down, his pert ass right in front of me, he dives into Sydney’s pussy like he’s a fish and she’s the open sea.

I would fuck them both right here and now but there’s still the little issue of Sydney being a virgin.

I genuinely think she’d be down to try anything, but I’m not exactly sure we’re there yet.

She doesn’t know what my punishments feel like.

I wrap the second cuff around her other ankle and attach her to the bedposts.

I promised her orgasms and have delivered on that promise, but I still want to know where that carnality lies within Sydney.

Though not for the first time tonight, I’m grappling with the real possibility I might actually scare her off, and that doesn’t settle so well with me as much as it has in the past.

Before, if someone didn’t work out, I’d let it go. Move on to greener pastures. But I don’t think that’s possible this time. I can’t let this one go. I can’t let her go.

“Fuck yes, Captain,” Sydney moans, throwing her head back, neck exposed as Trevor devours her dripping pussy that’s only gotten wetter with every degrading thing I make her do.

I can’t wait to wrap my hands around that throat and squeeze while she chokes my cock with her tight pussy. But watching her back bow and her legs spread for him on command, is also a beautiful sight.

And Trevor’s loving it. Usually, he’s so in his head over everything we do, it’s hard for him to fully enjoy these moments, even if we both know how badly he craves it.

I snicker a laugh. His blush is so red, even his ass is turning pink.

“You like that she’s calling you captain, don’t you, pup?” I coo in his ear. His spine ripples against the tips of my fingers as I drag them towards his backside.

He nods, lapping and sucking on her clit.

“You wish that you could fuck her while she calls you Captain?”

“No,” he moans, but I can feel him tense beneath my touch.

“You’re lying, Captain .” I dig my nails into the cheeks of his ass, no longer harmless or careful, and he whimpers like the pup he is. “You know I don’t like liars, pup. It’s . . . rude.” He bucks when my finger penetrates his ass without warning.

“Fuck,” he groans into her.

“Tell me the truth. Her pussy is perfect, isn’t it? It’s worth going against me. Worth the punishment you’ll receive if you defy me. Admit it,” I rasp against his ear.

Sydney’s thighs shake as he increases his pressure, swallowing every drop she gives him.

“Yes,” he moans again, continuing to eat her with unabashed fervor.

He’s such a good boy. I know how badly he wants to fuck her right now, yet I trust him implicitly to not even finger fuck her too hard.

Her innocence . . . is mine.

She shrills in pleasure as he attacks her pussy, her legs spreading wider every time she squirms. Her body’s taut and every muscle flexes as she strains against her need for contact and overwhelming sensory overload on her clit. I can’t help but to partake myself.

Leaning down next to Trevor, I lick along her pussy, my tongue grazing his, until we’re basically kissing, swapping between pleasing her and making out.

His kiss is soft and tentative at first, but like every time before, he relaxes when I let him take more.

He’s starving much in the same way Sydney is, except he denies himself his fill of sustenance.

Sydney’s different; she’s a picky eater, sure, but when she finds something she wants, the girl is insatiable.

Sydney’s thighs grip us both as she begins to grind into our faces,

“Oh my God.” Her groans are guttural in their need for us both. I can feel the vibration of her screams against my lips. Trevor adds a finger to her cunt as he strokes and sucks.

“Yes, shit, I’m going to come,” she screams, as I sink my teeth into the flesh of her thigh.

Her screams grow louder.

“Yes, baby, scream for me.”

I bite again and again; her thighs already bruised from my earlier assault. All the while, Trevor fingers and sucks her pussy.

Tears leak down her face even as she looks at me so adoringly, my heart skips a beat. I’ve been looked at with want, with need, with anger, disgust, hatred, and yes adoration, but there’s a genuine love and acceptance behind Sydney’s eyes that breaks through and hits me dead center.

I climb up her shaking body to cradle her face while Trevor brings her home for me. We stare at each other, suspended in time for a moment before I close my hand around her throat and hold her there.

“I’m so fucking crazy about you,” I whisper against her lips, kissing her with her own arousal still smeared on my lips. She moans against them. Pulling back, I turn her head to the side.

“Now fucking come,” I growl against her ear. “I want to see you break.”

And like the good fucking girl she is, she obeys.

“Oh my—fuck—shit— Captain . . . Yes, right there.”

My chest heaves as I watch her come hard and uncomfortably with the bar between her legs, forcing her to remain spread and open.

She pulls and grips at her restraints as she comes, but they don’t give.

Her whole body shakes and convulses and I’m rock fucking hard again watching her squirm and plead.

“Ahh”—she hisses—“it hurts—it hurts so good. Lucien,” Sydney moans.

I slide my hand down, teasing at her clit some more while I force her to ride it out all the way.

“Ah, no, stop, I’m too sensitive. It’s too much.”

“I know. The pleasure is blinding, isn’t it?” I leisurely continue my ministrations.

When she finally calms down, I straddle her tied-up body, my dick strutting into the air even as pre-cum leaks down my tip. This has all been well and good, but I need more, so much more from my Princess.

Retrieving my knife from the floor, I twirl it round and round, the light making it glint between us. Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t flinch.

Good.

“Tell me, how did that feel?”

“Amazing,” she huffs out, almost in disbelief like she didn’t expect it to be.

“Yeah, Trevor, gives amazing head,” I muse, smiling as I line the blade to her jaw and softly graze it downward.

I still smile when I see the panic start to grow inside her.

I smile even when she pulls at the restraints.

Grazing over the soft area of her throat, I smile when she moans and arches her back as I poke at her nipples with the tip of the blade.

“You wanna play another game?”

“I don’t want to play a game, Lucien. I want you to fuck me,” she whines, and I think this is the perfect opportunity to see if she’s always so compliant.

She’s been good so far, but she’s a Sinclair, as she loves to point out.

I know she’s not always good. I know that little part of her that attracts danger is itching to bite back at me. I want her to.

Bite me, baby .

“What will you do if I say no?” I tease; my blade paused right below her sternum.

“Lu–cien.” She grounds my name like it’s a physical task to restrain herself. “Fuck me right now or so help me God I . . . I’ll . . . I’ll—”

“Go on, tell me. What will you do, Little Stalker?”

“I’ll fuck Trevor instead.” Her eyes narrow, completely unfazed by my blade now. That admittedly gets me really fucking hard. I’d love nothing more than to dominate them both and get my fill from their pleasure, their pain, their screams.

She must feel my dick responding to her ‘threat’ because her eyes flick down.

When she notices it doesn’t faze me as much as she was probably hoping she continues, unwilling to accept defeat, “Or better yet . . .” Her head cocks slightly.

“How about I bring your friend Chauncey up here and we can have a real party. He damn sure wouldn’t tell me no.

In fact, why stop there? You have a whole team downstairs.

All sad and hurt from their loss, surely they’d be interested.

I bet I could make them feel better. I’d let every single one of them fuck me.

I’d come on every one of their cocks and make you watch while I scream their names.

I’m positive they’d all love to have their turn and you get nothing ,” she growls.

Her threat is completely empty but that stung a little worse than I thought it would. I share what’s mine , what belongs to me. I don’t freely give my possessions to anyone to do with as they fucking please. Trevor is here because I granted him permission to be.

“Is that so?” I growl back, digging the tip of the blade into her flesh until blood pebbles at the tip.

She screams in pain but she doubles down. “Yes! I’ve been trying to get you to fuck me all night and you’ve been nothing but a tease. Why won’t you fuck me already?”

I smirk sardonically as she watches Trevor who’d started stroking my cock as she rambled. He rests at my back, relaxing his chin along my shoulder and watching the scene unfold as he takes what he needs and keeps me grounded in the moment.

Like a good captain should, he remains focused on both goals, running multiple plays in his head that ensures we all get what we want up here.

“Look if you don’t want to, just say that. If this was all one big ploy to get back at me then fuck it, you win, okay, but stop being a tease. It’s not fair,” Sydney huffs.

Trevor chuckles against my neck, the movement sending signals to my dick that almost have me caving to my own desires.

“You’re in for so much trouble,” he chortles, his laughter growing louder as Sydney’s brows furrow, her naivety appearing all the more appetizing as she grows heated by her own confusion.

“For what? I’m the one tied up, getting bit and cut but not penetrated,” she pouts.

I’m grinning ear to ear now as I watch the spoiled brat in her come out to play.

Trevor smirks, “I’ve been taking his lashings for years. It’s your turn now, Princess .”

“But I’ve been so good,” she whines, turning to me. “I played your game Lucien. I played them all. So, if you want me . . . take me. I’m yours.”

This is her first try at outright seduction and, fuck me, it’s so hot I almost lose my resolve but this is what I’ve been waiting for. All night. All month. Since the day I realized she was watching me— this is what I’ve been waiting for. Now we get to see what she’s really capable of handling.

“I’m not the one to be bratty with Sydney.

” I lean away from Trevor, bending over Sydney’s body, “I’ll let you in on a little secret .

. . I’m going to enjoy this whether you’re a good girl or not.

” I stroke her face with the flat of the blade and my crazy Little Stalker Princess leans into it.

“I’ll have you begging regardless. I’ll spank you regardless.

I’ll make you scream, and cry, regardless.

So, you better figure out which you enjoy most, my rewards or my punishments .

. . either way . . . I’m going to inflict it with a smile on my face, Princess.

” I place my middle finger on one corner of her mouth, my thumb on the other side, and spread. “A big ‘ol smile .”

I make sure to show all my teeth when I grin at the considerably less pleasant manufactured smile I’ve forced onto her face.

Her bare chest rises and falls, her sternum pink with blood slightly smeared over her reddening skin.

This is going to be so much fun.