Page 40 of Break the Ice
Despite my arousal, I scowl. “You are such an asshole. We’re even. That was it.”
“For tonight.”
“For any night.”
He slides two of his fingers under my chin and tips my face up to his. “For tonight,” he says. “I told you my price went up. It costs a lot more than a blowjob—however fucking amazing that blowjob was—you still owe me, Sugar.”
“Forget about it. You’ll never be satisfied. You’ll just keep demanding more.”
“A game of truth or dare. Five rounds. You play all five, you win. You’ve paid for my silence. Sound fair to you?”
“What’s the catch?”
“No catch. We play a round when I want to play a round. I’ll send a car for you, and you’ll accept.”
“What happened to your face?”
“A matter that’s none of your concern.”
“I’m your PR consultant. Your face is my concern.”
“You’d do better to worry less about my face and more about your fate. You do as you’re told, and you’re a free woman.”
I glare at him. “Assuming the police don’t start investigating me anyway.”
“There’s no way it’ll ever be traced back to you,” he assures, then he drops a kiss on my lips. “Unless I want it to be. Play along and it’ll never happen. Do we have a deal, Sugar Tits?”
“Sugar.”
“Sugar,” he repeats, grinning. “Does my talented slut like when I call her Sugar?”
My cheeks warm and I feel breathless. “Yes.”
“I thought so. We’ll play round one soon. You’ll know when it happens.” He stands from my sofa and tucks himself into his pants. I rise too, my legs wobbly. “Those lips really feel fucking amazing on my cock. Next time it’ll be those pretty pussy lips spreading for me. I can’t wait to play, Sugar.”
I’m burning hot with need by the time he walks out and the door slams after him. I haven’t felt such intense arousal since… I can’t think of a time.
Not even with David had things ever felt this overwhelming.
Within minutes, I’m laid up on my bed with my vibrator buzzing away. My eyes screw shut and my face slacks with pleasure. I writhe in my bed to the fantasy I’ve created—a continuation of this evening, where Rafe stripped off my clothes and then fucked me on the floor of my apartment. And every other inch of the space.
Back-to-back self-administered orgasms rock me. I let go of the vibrating toy and focus on the euphoric feeling that rushes in.
It takes me a moment to recognize that the toy’s almost buzzed all the way off the bed and that there’s a second vibration in the room. From my nightstand, my phone vibrates with a text notification alert. I click off my vibrator and blearily grab my phone.
The text message is from an unknown number.
If you think you can ever pay anyone for their silence… you’re mistaken
13. Marisse
Ihave a fever through the night. Reality feels like it’s merged with some twisted erotic fantasy. The moments flashing through my mind feel too surreal and dreamlike. I only imagined wrapping my hand around Rafe’s dick and sucking him into my mouth. These things didn’t actually happen… did they?
I toss and turn ’til I bump into the vibrator I used earlier. The energetic little toy tumbles to the ground, poking half out from under my bed. It’s enough to bring a sobering reality back down on me.
It was no fantasy last night. It was real.
I’d really given Rafe Golding, of all men, a blowjob—and I enjoyed every pussy-throbbing moment of it. The slightly salty taste of him and his natural masculine scent. The way he tangled his fingers in my curls and asserted dominance.
