Page 46 of Break the Ice
And I get off on getting her off in these fucked up games I play with her.
The truth is, security’s blocked off the entrances and exits. The garden’s reserved for us and us only at this moment.
Which means… I could fuck her out here if I wanted.
The idea of getting caught makes her shiver when I growl at her.
“Somebody’s about to wander out here… and see what a filthy fucking slut you are for me, Sugar.” I suck at the column of her throat and pump my fingers faster in and out of her tight, slick cunt.
Marisse moans in answer. Her body’s pliant and she’s high.
Maybe deep down she knows I’m too jealous and possessive to ever let any man walk up on her like this.
That doesn’t make the threat any less erotic.
I kiss Marisse as if she tastes like sugar—and she does—and I work her pussy until she comes for real. She arches her body into mine, almost on tiptoe as her spine bends and the rest of her shudders.
The orgasm washes over her. In those few seconds, she transcends time. She’s so out of it, her face glazes over.
I make the most of her fading orgasm. I soak my fingers in her juices and slap her pussy to a gasp from her.
My cock’s so hard, it’s beyond throbbing.
I push through, forcing myself to concentrate on her—making sure she understands this round was all about establishing control. A test to see how much I can make her do what I want. She passed with flying colors.
Both good and bad news for her. Good in that she’s bought my silence a little longer. Bad because, if possible, I’m even more obsessed with her. Even more invested in playing these games and making her mine for however long I want to have her.
I kiss her on the lips and ask her if she thinks she deserves to pass. Fingers deep inside of her, feeling her pussy’s every spasm. Then I remove them for a taste of her on my tongue. “Do you think you completed the dare, Sugar?”
“Rafe… you… you had me coming in the middle of a… a work lunch. Fuck, I can’t believe that happened.” She drops her face into her hands and releases a strangled breath. I grip her by the wrists and pry her hands away from her face.
“You did what you had to do to play the game,” I say. “And guess what? You won the round.”
Relief unknits her brows. “I don’t know whether to be relieved or to slap you across the face for what you just pulled.”
“So long as you head back to lunch—panties soaked with your cum—and finish the meeting,” I add with a slow grin. “Every man at that table wants to fuck you. Did you know that? But you’re going to sit there with your panties slick with your juices and you’re going to know it’s me who made you come.”
She glares at me, her lips pursed. “You are the most egotistical jerk I’ve ever met in my life.”
“Don’t flatter me, Sugar. A guy like me might never leave you alone. Get back in there.”
I tug her dress down over her hips and then give her ass a smack to get her going. She pauses long enough to compose herself and cast me another loathsome glare. I fold my arms and laugh.
One round down. Four more to go. There are no words to describe how much fun I’m about to have…
Our second preseason game is against another western conference rival, the Dallas Stars. The evening rolls around with me more preoccupied with Marisse than focused on the game we’re playing. I show up late, the last one to the locker room. Most of the team has left to go out onto the ice.
“I thought I’d catch you like this.”
I look up in the middle of sliding on my shoulder pads and vest. “Tracking me down in the team lounge wasn’t enough?”
“This is a visit Dad doesn’t know about,” Colt says. “I wanted to talk to you separately.”
“I had nothing to do with what happened to him, Colt.”
My brother sighs, digging his hands into his pockets. “We’re hearing different things from different sources.”
“And what sources would that be?”
