Page 77 of Cracked Ice (The F*cked Up Players #1)

“I mean it, Lucien, anything ,” I breathe, dropping my head between my shoulders, praying the earth keeps me upright.

“Well, we already know you’ll let me cum all over your pretty face and perky tits.

You’ll let me gag you with my cock until you can’t breathe.

You’ll let me spank you black and blue. You’ll let me sink my teeth into you.

You’ll . . .”—a sharp sting lacerates across my back, and I bow with a moan—“let me cut you.”

That last one is still surprising to me, but I don’t think about the severity of what it could mean psychologically at the moment. I’m more concerned he has the knife with him at all. When did he have time to grab it?

“But you see, I really want to test your limits. What won’t you let me do?

” he taunts, tangling his hands through my hair and pulling me back so that I’m no longer on all fours but sitting on my heels.

His fingers glide over the scar on my head lovingly as his fingers play across the raised flesh.

He hasn’t asked me about it yet, but I know he’s noticed it with how much he loves petting me and pulling my hair.

“I don’t know,” I rasp, already loving the friction of his hard dick pressing into me. I don’t even care that my ass is still sore from his brutal spankings and carved signature.

“Let’s see . . .” He grips my hair, pulling hard enough to sting. “Would you let me spit in your mouth?”

Disgusting. Unsanitary. Delicious.

I nod. “Yes.”

He holds my jaw open, thrusting my head back to meet his. I stick my tongue out, ready to receive him, ready to have him integrate with me, live on inside me. His saliva is warm as it slides down my throat, thick and coating . A pleased whimper passes my lips.

This can’t be taken, changed, or undone. It’s inevitable when our lips join together like two magnets. He bites down on my lip. We kiss like a couple of mad hatters, our insane hearts ticking against time.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he moans.

“Never,” I moan in agreement. I’ll yearn for his taste again and again until the end of time.

Holding my throat, he nips down my jaw and neck, trailing more bites along my flesh.

I swear, I’m going to look like the victim of an assault by the time he’s done with me.

But my body craves more. My pussy aches with anticipation that he will be inside me soon.

Running his hands down my body, his fingers roam between my ass, being gentle near my scarring skin, down to my soaked pussy and back up again.

I know he can feel how wet I am . . . again.

I’m not sure there’s been a single time all night that I haven’t been. It’s just the reaction he solicits. Everything he does, turns me on, even when it hurts, because none of it will hurt as bad as when I’ll have to leave him behind.

“I’m not convinced, Princess,” he taunts. “There has to be some kind of limit, wouldn’t you say?”

Lucien pushes me back on all fours and my fingers sink back into the earth, bracing myself for what’s to come.

“Let’s see . . .” His hand brushes down my back again until it rests against my reddened ass cheek.

“Would you let me into your ass?” he asks, hiking my dress up my back and pushing a finger against the tight rim.

My ass immediately clenches in response even as the sound of him spitting reaches my ears.

The feel of his sputum warms my entrance as he swirls his wet digit around the puckered hole, coaxing it to open for him.

I groan. “I don’t . . . it’s so . . .” I can barely get the words out, or rather I can barely arrange them in a way that fully describes this intense sensation. I don’t hate it.

“I can’t hear you. Was that a yes? You’ll let me take this ass?” He applies pressure, pushing in slowly as he uses his other hand to circle my clit.

Fuck.

“Yes!” I cry out as he finally breeches my back entrance, making me go cross-eyed.

It takes me a minute before I’m able to fully acclimate to even his finger, but then I feel something drip inside the hole of my ass.

My guess is that he spit on it again to use as natural lube, though this time I didn’t hear him do it.

The singular digit moves steadily in and out until his entire finger can slide all the way in with minimal resistance and the uncomfortable pressure settles into something pleasurable.

“Oh, fuck, Lucien.” I push back against his hand, seeking more. Needing more.

“Oh, wow, that was actually really easy. It usually takes people a while to enjoy anything in their ass, but you are loving it, aren’t you, Princess?”

My arms shake as I continue to brace myself. No way in hell do I want him to stop.

“Yes, please , keep going,” I beg.

I wiggle my ass against his hand once more, chasing the tiny flicker of an orgasm that’s already begun to alight.

“Your wish is my command.” His finger slides almost all the way out before gliding back in, the resistance all but gone now. I clench his finger greedily, chasing the fullness they provide. “That’s it. Take it deep. All the way.”

My legs shake when he adds a second finger, then a third, stretching me wider.

“One day I’m going to fill this ass and fuck your cunt at the same time,” Lucien promises.

“You’ll be so full, writhing and screaming for a god that won’t save you because the devil will already be granting your salvation.

Would you like that, Princess? To be filled, owned, and at my complete mercy? ”

“Yes,” I moan.

“You promise? You’ll let me do it?” he prods, teasing my clit in the process, my mind lost and my vision blurred as I submit to him.

I nod; coherent speech rendered more difficult with every swipe of his thumb and press of his fingers.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he warns. “I’m a man of my word and a slave to my commitments. So, if you can’t take it . . . speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“God, yes, anything,” I croon.

“I’ll never grow tired of that little nickname. Those whimpered pleas when you call out for me is addictive.”

We’re both making promises we can’t keep, but I’m too lost in the moment to care. Lucien deserves to know my feelings, and the truth right now is that I would love nothing more.

His fingers pump into me harder and my knees dig into the dirt, filth coating my scrapes and bruises as I begin to thrust my hips back, fucking his fingers.

Sweat beads against my flesh and the wind slaps against my exposed limbs.

I want more. Arousal slickens my opening while every muscle welcomes his intrusion.

“Fuck, yes, please!” I beg.

“You’re so fucking ready for me. You want my cock right now, don’t you?” Lucien sounds proud. “You want me to fuck this ass outside in the open like this, like an animal, where anyone or anything can see you.”

“I don’t care who sees me. I just care that you see me.”

For the person I really am. This version of me that’ll die when the sun comes up and burns me away.

“I’ll always see you, Princess.”

Dirt and debris cover us both from our time rolling around on the ground, but I’ve never felt more connected with the universe, the earth, and with myself.

Being out here almost seems more right than back at the house.

I don’t care that we would be fucking on the forest floor of these woods in the cold night air so long as he would be fucking me.

“Lucien, please, fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”

I literally can’t. I think I’ll die if he doesn’t stick his dick in me right now. I’m too lost, abandoned in the wind, swept up in his tornado of chaos to feel pathetic about my actions now.

He leans over my back, palm flat on my spine before he whispers into my ear. “There’s that desperation I was looking for. Doesn’t it feel good to beg?”

And then he’s shoving the tip of his cock into my ass. I groan first from pain, but then something warm and viscus drips where he’s notched inside. I feel so full, suffocated by his hunger.

“I can’t believe you thought to bring lube out here,” I moan as he works himself inside.

Lucien’s chuckle is amused.

“It’s not lube.”

My entire body clenches and it makes all his prep work for naught as he drives in deeper.

“W-what is it then?” I pant.

“My blood.”

I don’t even really have time to process that before he’s pushing in a little more.

“You’re bleeding? Why?” I try to stop his thrusts, but he palms my back, keeping me hunched before him. I feel the viscous coating along his palm when it connects with my skin, his bloody palmprint sure to leave another.

“I cut myself,” he says as inconsequentially as possible.

“On purpose?!” I screech, attempting to glare at him over my shoulder, but his grip is relentless.

“Yes,” he hisses through his teeth as he struggles to steady himself, already moaning and relishing in the feel of my ass.

Why must he say things like that? Like it’s the most practical thing in the world. ‘Oh, don’t have lube? No worries, just let me use a little blood.’ Fucking psycho .

“Why would you do that?!” I shout, angry that he would mar himself that way.

I love that Lucien’s a little unhinged. Honestly, it’s one of my favorite qualities of his– how completely unafraid he is of anything—but I never want him to hurt himself.

He pushes in deeper, and I groan.

“Relax, Princess. I didn’t cut deep. I needed something to ease the discomfort for you.”

Again, he says it like it’s the most natural thing in the world and I want to smack his stupidly handsome face for it. My comfort shouldn’t come at the cost of his pain.

I huff an exasperated breath.