Page 68 of Ice Block

A rush of heat sparks inside me, low and deep. I want to hold onto this feeling like I want to hold onto him, but the need in me is too great, too overwhelming.He is overwhelming.

“Come for me; come all over my cock,” he says through panted breaths. “I’m going to fill you up right now.Come.”

With that, I can’t hold in my release any longer, coming so hard stars fill my vision. I tremble violently, steadying myself as my legs nearly give out. And he’s right there with me, grunting and shaking as he finishes.

We stay still for a few moments, his heat, his scent covering me like a warm blanket. My heartbeat matches the muffled sound of the booming bass at the reception. He breaks the stillness as he leans over, placing delicate kisses along my neck.

“Vladi. That was…that was amazing.Fuck,I needed that.”

“Me too,” he says, pulling back. The emptiness already has meaching for him again. I feel his finger rubbing along the outside of my pussy, and I know he’s once again in awe of his release leaking out of me. “Fuck, that is beautiful. You taking me like this? Magdalina, you are…amazing.”

Heat crawls across my cheeks. “I like taking youallthe ways, Wolfie,” I say, starting to stand up.

“No,” he places his hand on my back. “Stay like this, just for a moment. Lift your leg.” I slowly shift my weight onto one foot as he slips my panties down my leg, removing them. He taps my other leg to do the same, helping steady me once my panties are clutched in his fist. “You won’t be needing these anymore this evening. Might as well put them in my pocket for safekeeping.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. “Are you stealinganotherpair of my panties?”

“I wouldn’t call it stealing. Collecting, perhaps.”

“You think you’re gonna need two pairs this season?”

“Maybe I could have a pair for home and away games,” he says as he finally lets me stand. Shaking my head, I turn to face him, watching him place my panties in his pocket. I can’t help but smile at his obsession. He steps toward me, helping me adjust my dress and smoothing out my tousled hair. There’s a softness in his eyes as he looks at me, his hand running along my jaw as he leans toward me, only a breath between us.

Before he can kiss me, the courage that’s been slowly rising in me reaches its peak, and my voice whispers along his lips, “Are we something?”

His lips press against mine, softly, quickly. “What issomething?” he murmurs before kissing me again.

My stomach twists, threatening to take the words back as I pull away to look into his eyes. “I just mean, what happens when we get home? Are we...anything?”

I bite my cheek.Shit. Why did I say that out loud?

The softness that’s been in his eyes all evening shifts into confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, are we…” I swallow hard, trying to spit the words out. “Can we be…together?”

He steps back, running his hand over his face as his gaze drops to the floor. “Maggie, I …I don’t know if—” His voice cuts off, stopping mid-sentence.

There it is.The pause I’ve been dreading. The pause that speaks volumes without a single word. The one that says nothing and everything all at once.He doesn’t want to be with me.Static runs beneath my skin. This is where I should cry, beg, make him understand that I want him and Ifucking knowhe wants me.

But Melissa is cowering in a corner, and she’s taken all my empathy with her. The mix of raw emotions rises like bile in my throat.The stupidity I feel for letting myself get caught up in this, in him, has me physically ill.I may have some power over him, but he doesnotget to have this power over me.

No fucking way.

I don’t feel sad. I’m not upset.

I’menraged.

“Maggie? You’re calling meMaggienow? Goddammit, I knew this was a mistake!” I seethe as I quickly turn and reach for the door handle.

“Maggie, wait,” he says, placing his arm against the door, keeping it closed. “What’s a mistake?”

I slowly turn around, glaring at him, not giving a fuck about anything. “Well,Vladimir,since we’re on a non-nickname basis now, where do I start? You want to know what was a mistake? You. This.Allof this. I didn’t want to admit it. I kept telling myself I was wrong. I kept convincing myself you could change, but…dammit, Iknewyou would do this.”

His eyes widen as he tilts his head. “What did I do? What is wrong?”

“Nothing,” I spit back. “You said nothing. You did nothing;that’swhat’s wrong.” I push his arm aside, stepping out into the hallway and pulling the door closed behind me. I look down the hallway, taking a half step forward, then back. I have no clue where I’m headed.I have to get away.The music blares in my ears as I power-walk away, but I hear his footsteps fast on my heels. I peek back—he’s catching up to me. I round the next corner, trying to lose him.

But I’m knocked to the ground, the loud crash of china shattering around me.

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