Page 16 of Hot Mic, Cold Ice

He steps closer, the heat of his presence making my skin prickle. "You started this shit!"

"No, I refuse to take any blame for your disrespectful behavior," I spit, my fists clenching at my sides.

Elliot's sarcasm drips like venom. "Well, aren't you the victim here? Spare me the theatrics, Anatife."

I close the small gap between us, my anger boiling over. "You don't get to belittle me and walk away like nothing happened." The intensity of our confrontation crackles in the air, my heart pounding as I stare at him, refusing to back down.

Elliot's mocking tone cuts through the tension like a knife. "What do you want, Ziggy?" he snaps, not even trying to hide his irritation.

"I want to know why you hate me so much," I demand, throwing my hands up in exasperation. "What did I ever do to you?"

He runs a hand through his hair, exasperation clear on his face. "Just leave me alone, okay? I'm not getting into this with you."

But I’m not about to back down. "No, Elliot! Why are you acting like I'm the enemy?"

His face contorts with anger, and he moves in an instant. He is in front of me in a flash, his presence overwhelming. "You really want to do this now?" he growls, his voice low anddangerous. The intensity of his gaze cuts into me, making my heart race as I stand my ground, determined to get answers.

"Yes!" I yell back, my voice trembling with emotion. "I deserve an answer, Elliot!"

"Don't say my name again," he seethes, his fury uncontainable. It feels like a challenge. His fury matches mine, but it no longer seems like Elliot is just angry.

Before I even register it’s happening, he backs me into the wall, his hands gripping my arms tightly. "You think you deserve answers?" he hisses, his face inches from mine. "You've done nothing but make my life a living hell." His breath is hot against my skin, and despite the anger boiling within me, a strange electricity crackles between us.

His lips crash into mine with a force that steals my breath. His kiss is hard, angry, and desperate. The force of his presence sends shockwaves of heat and energy throughout my body, igniting a fire deep within me. His unhinged, raw anger mingles with the unmistakable signs of desire, creating a whirlwind of sensations that threaten to consume me entirely.

I try to push him away, but my resistance melts under the intensity of his kiss. Elliot's tongue parts my lips, pressing against mine, tantalizing me at a frantic pace. My heart pounds against my chest, matching the rhythm of our entangled breaths. Every nerve ending seems to be alive, heightened by the intensity of his touch. His hands, once forceful and angry, now caress up and down my body with a desperate longing. I can feel the tension in his muscles reverberating through his touch.

As his lips move in sync with mine, the taste of him, even laced with frustration, just feels right. I lose the will to resist,leaving me defenseless against the overwhelming force of his kiss. I can feel his cock growing hard against my hip. Just the temptation of him makes me so wet. It has been so long since I've kissed anyone. Especially someone new, and it makes me horny as hell. My hands, no longer in fists by my side, now have one singular goal. I reach up to grasp Elliot's shirt, pulling him closer. His kiss, once aggressive and hard, evolves into something more. It becomes a desperate plea, a yearning for more.

His leg slides between mine, pinning me against the wall. His hands roam over my body, as I feel every inch of him pressed against me. Our bodies move in perfect synchrony, fueled by an insatiable hunger for each other. I tighten my grip on his shirt, refusing to let him go.

"Don't stop," I whisper, my voice trembling with need. Time stands still as if nothing else exists beyond us.

Elliot moans into my mouth as he grinds his cock into my hip. The hard ridges of his body press against me. His hands explore every curve. He pinches my nipple through my clothes, driving me absolutely wild. The lust coursing through me makes my skin tingle with anticipation. My fingers rake into his hair, desperately holding on to him, unwilling to let this intoxicating connection slip away.

Every fiber of my being yearns for him to take me to the heights of ecstasy, to lose myself in the overwhelming wave of pleasure. "Elliot, please, make me come." The desperation in my plea seems to be his undoing as I plead for release. Elliot's eyes grow darker, his pupils blown.

"Ride me, Anatife," he growls out.

Without a flicker of hesitation, Elliot moves his hands to my ass and pulls me closer to him, my clit working into the fabric of his jeans. He grinds me into him with such an intensity I’m not sure I’ll survive it. Round and round, my aching center moves over his thigh as he surrenders to my plea, giving me the pressure that I need, that I crave, utterly consumed by the raw passion that flows between us. It isn’t pretty; it’s angry, aggressive, and so fucking hot.

I feel my toes start to curl as Elliot works me against him, his breath becoming more labored. "That's it, fucking drench me," he whispers into my ear.

I pull his mouth to meet mine again, pressing my tongue against his. I am so, so close. I can feel this relentless desperation fill me.

"Come for me," Elliot says into my mouth without breaking our contact.

As the pleasure surges through me, my moans and whimpers reach an embarrassingly loud volume. With our limbs entwined, Elliot lets out a primal groan. His body moves beneath me. His reaction is just as surprising as my own. Waves of satisfaction wash over me, causing my body to tremble in response. I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders for dear life. His grunts act as a grounding force, bringing me back down from the euphoric peak of my climax.

Just as quickly as it started, it’s over. He pulls back, his breath ragged, looking at me with a mixture of anger and something I can’t quite place. "Fuck," he shouts, his voice hoarse. And without another word, he storms off, leaving me against the wall, my mind reeling and my heart pounding.

I watch as he disappears into the distance, his figure becoming smaller and smaller. His abrupt departure leaves me both bewildered and conflicted. I lean against the wall, trying to steady myself physically. His anger was evident, his voice strained and hoarse. But there was something else, a flicker of something I couldn't quite decipher. It was a mixture of emotions that I wasn't sure someone like Elliot St. Germain was capable of.

Chapter 16

I storm out of the arena, the lingering taste of Ziggy on my lips and the feel of her body pressed against mine haunting me. What the fuck came over me? Literally. I can’t believe I got so teed up I came in my pants like a damn teenager. I don’t think that’s ever happened to me before. The sheer embarrassment of it washes over me, making me feel like a kid who can't control himself. But as the initial shock wears off, a new realization sets in—it isn't embarrassing. It was fucking hot. The she-devil herself did that to me. Ziggy, with her fiery eyes and sharp tongue, pushed me over the edge in a way no one else ever has. The thought of it freaks me the hell out, giving me goosebumps. It's as if she has this power over me. I can’t shake it, and as much as I hate it, all I want is more.

Qu’est-ce qui ne va pas avec moi? What the hell is wrong with me? I can’t keep letting her get to me like this. No, that can never happen again. I was blinded by my own rage, overwhelmed by how angry she made me. Just the thought ofher. It’s like a fire ignited inside me, burning away my focus and control. That fire turned to lust and that is something I can’t afford to be distracted with. My career, my reputation, and a record to break are on the line. I need to never think about Ziggy again—ever. She’s nothing but trouble, a complication I don’t need. I have to shut her out of my mind and focus on what really matters. Hockey.

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