Page 29 of Frozen Obsession

Biting my lip, I unbutton my flannel, letting it fall to the floor. "You know, you’re fucking beautiful when you fight. A goddess when you’re wild."

Her glare could burn a hole through me. "I'm not fighting you?" she laughs, the sound hollow. "I’m done fighting, Roman. Fighting you, fighting the world, fighting myself. It’s all just… tiring."

She pushes past me, heading straight for the liquor cabinet. "You said no drugs, not alcohol," she says, reaching for a bottle of vodka.

I clench my teeth. "Touch that, and I’ll punish you."

She shrugs as I trail behind her. "Promises, promises." Her fingers are inches away from the bottle when I grab her wrist, yanking her back against me.

"No," I growl into her ear. "You’re done running, Xena Bean."

She squirms in my grasp, but I don’t let go. "Tell you what, hermanita. You run, and if I don’t catch you, you can have the drink. But if I do…" I bring her wrist to my nose, inhaling her scent before sinking my teeth into her skin. She hisses at the pain but melts against me, her robe slipping off one shoulder, revealing the rose tattoo on her shoulder. "And if you catch me?" she breathes.

"I’ll break you," I whisper. "Punish you like the bad girl you are. You wanna play?"

Xena’s eyes flicker, torn between defiance and something else. Her pulse races under my fingers. "Why can’t you just let me go, Roman?"

"Because if it was easy, it wouldn’t be worth it. You told me that once—whenI asked why you kept trying to get with me." Xena scoffs, her lips curling into a daring smirk. "So, what do you say? Fight me. Make it hard for me to catch you. Make meearnthe right to break you." I say.

Before I can even react, everything happens in a blur. I don’t register the pain until my grip loosens on her, and I double over, groaning. The wild woman just kneed me right in the junk.

"Want to play? Fine. Catch me if you can, big bro." Her voice is light, teasing, as she darts off, her robe falling to the ground like a discarded promise. I brace myself against the cabinet, taking a moment to collect my breath. She wants me to chase her, catch her,fuckher. But first, I need to calm these urges… because when I do catch her, I’ll break her like she’s begging me to.

Her bare feet slap against the cold floor as she runs toward the back door, completely naked and barefoot. Crazy woman is heading out into the snow like that. Shewantsthis. Wants to be caught. Wants to be fucked in the freezing cold.

I charge after her, my boots crunching through the fresh layer of snow, the harsh contrast of her barefoot escape only fueling the hunt. The cold bites at my skin, but it’s not enough to douse the fire blazing in my chest. The snow falls harder, each flake swirling in the wind, but it only sharpens my focus.

"Xena!" I call out, voice echoing through the air. "Oh, Xena Bean…"

She must’ve forgotten a couple of important things. First, I’m a hunter. Tracking is my specialty, and she’s just become my prey. Second, the snow is falling hard she’s naked and I’ll do her the favor of ending it quick before my girl freezes her crazy ass to death. Hell, I could end it all now with the push of a button—the remote’s chilling in my back pocket—but this… this feels moreus.This sick game of chase, of pushing boundaries until they snap. She knows how this ends, but she keeps running. Drawing me in.

I spot her tracks heading toward the forest, erratic, just like my heart pounding in my chest. I resist the urge to rush after her, knowing the snow will muffle my steps. Instead, I stalk forward, slow and steady, the thrill of the hunt pulsing in my veins.

And then… smack. The first snowball hits me square in the face. Before I can even wipe it off, another one hits. And another. She’s pelting me with snowballs, and her laughter—light and wild—echoes through the icy trees.

"Xena!" I growl, this time in warning, but she just hoots in response, hurling another one at me.

I wipe the snow from my face, catching a glimpse of her bare skin as she ducks behind a tree. Her laughter rings out again, and damn if that sound doesn’t go straight to my core. It’s not the cold that sends a shiver through me—it’s the thrill of this game we always play.

"Alright, Xena, you wanna play?" I murmur, pulling the remote from my back pocket. I dodge her next snowball just in time to press the button.

"You fucking cheat!" she spits as she drops to her knees in the snow—right where I like her. "You look almost ethereal, naked out here. All you need now is a little pain. Maybe a little blood."

"Fuck you, Roman," she hisses, teeth gritted. I press the button again. The jolt makes her body spasm. Her knees hit the snow as she claws at the ground, gasping.

"Oh, you will be fucking." I saunter toward her, a predator ready to claim what’s mine. The sight of her, shuddering in the snow, her breath coming in ragged gasps, stirs something primal in me. The thrill of it all—the chase, the fight, the submission—drives me mad with desire.

I circle around her, taking my time. "You cheated," she breathes, barely able to form the words. Her body is trembling whether from the cold or anticipation, I can’t tell.

"It’s not cheating if it’s available to you," I reply, my smirk widening. The snow creaks beneath my boots as I close the distance between us. Her eyes, half-lidded and unfocused, stay locked on mine. I kneel behind her, scooping up a fistful of snow before pressing the button again, watching as she jerks forward onto all fours.

"Roman," she gasps my name, the sound more like a prayer than a plea.

I shove the snow into her mouth, muffling her voice as I lean in, licking a hot line from her dripping cunt to her puckered hole. "Fuck, Xena Bean…" I groan, tasting her sweetness as I devour her. I let myself go, losing myself in her completely, each quiver of her body beneath me fueling my hunger.

She gasps my name again, and the way her body writhes beneath me makes my chest swell with a satisfaction I can’t quite describe.

But just when I think I’ve got her, Xena twists, using her weight to shove me onto my back. The world tilts, and before I can even process what’s happening, she grabs a fistful of snow and slams it into my face, blinding me in a cold, sharp sting. By the time I wipe my eyes clear, she’s already on her feet, taking off again.

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