TEMPTING THE ICE KING
"You broke the first rule, Princess. That means I get to take something from you. I'll start with this," he said, tugging at my panties and a needy throb ran straight through my core.
"Kyren, don't," I tried but it was to no avail.
He roughly pulled at the flimsy material, covering my most intimate part. The sound of lace ripping, filled the room. And the cool air from the AC bit into my exposed skin.
His hands slid up my back. He unclasped my bra with ease and it soundlessly dropped to the floor. His gaze raked over my trembling form with a satisfied hunger.
"You're not a cheerleader tonight. You're just mine. And I'm going to spend the next few hours showing you exactly what happens when you break my rules," he stated, before pushing my legs wide open with his knee.
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Hailey thought she could handle the "Ice King." She thought she could seduce him, win the bet, and walk away with her heart intact. But Kyren sees right through her games. He doesn't want her seduction, he wants her submission.
As the lines between a dare and reality blur, Hailey finds herself trapped between her father's expectations and a man who wants to claim every inch of her. In a game where the rules keep changing, Hailey is about to learn that the Ice King doesn't just freeze people out... he burns them down.
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Chapter 3
Nervous butterflies settled in my chest as the door shut behind my dad.
Kyren slowly approached me, backing me against a wall. His tall frame towered over me. "House rules. My room is off-limits, the fridge is split 50/50, and if I hear your pom-poms shaking after 11 PM, I'm throwing them off the balcony. Don't think for a second that because your father is my Coach, you're safe from me in here. If anything... it just makes you a more tempting target."
"Rules are overrated. And I'm not one of your teammates." I smirked, pretending not to be shaken by his proximity.
"Just know that for every rule of mine you break, I get to take something from you in return." He said, his eyes dropping to my lips. "Stay out of my way or face the consequences of your actions."
He pulled back from me before entering his room once again. I finally allowed myself to breathe again, as I pushed myself off the wall.
This must be why they call him the Ice King. He's not very... kind. I entered my new bedroom and quietly started getting to work. Within a few hours, I was completely done unpacking.
I tiredly slumped onto my bed, staring at the ceiling. I grabbed my phone and found hundreds of notifications popping up on the screen.
Why was everyone bombarding my phone?
A deep frown settled on my forehead as I clicked the message Brie sent, and my phone almost dropped from my hand.
Brie: I saw the video of you and the Ice King last night. You passed the first test. But I want to see him melting. And I want proof.
Proof? What the hell does that even mean? Did she want me to set up cameras while I seduced him?
I tossed my phone aside before burying my face inside a pillow.
The entire campus must know about last night. They must think we have something going on.
If Kyren corrected them. No, if Kyren publicly rejected me... I would become the laughing stock of the school. I mean, he clearly hates my guts. That's why he's been threatening me since last night.
What the hell am I going to do? This could literally ruin my life.
I grabbed my phone again, and this time I dialled Jia's number.
"Hailey? Are you okay? Why haven't you been answering any of my texts?" She asked in a concerned tone.
"I'm not okay, Jia. I'm losing my mind. I need your help, I don't think Kyren likes me. Like at all. And now we live in the same apartment, and he set up all these crazy rules. What do I do, J?"
"What?! Kyren Wolfe, the Ice King, is your new roommate?" She asked in a voice filled with disbelief.
"I know, I'm freaking out," I finally admitted.
"Okay, calm down. Relax. I know exactly what you can do to win him over." She confidently stated.
"Tell me," I said before getting up from my bed.
"Seduce him. No straight man can resist a beautiful woman. Your body is your greatest weapon right now. Think accidental groping. Or leaving the bathroom door open by accident. If he sees you naked, he'll lose his mind."
"But that's the problem, I don't want him to see me naked. Why the hell did nobody warn me about how forward he was? You all acted like he sucked at dating, and he's actually like really good at... he knows how to charm people. If I were somebody else, his cheap tricks might have worked on me." I huffed out in frustration.
"Wait, did something happen between you two after you left the room last night? Did you guys make out?" She curiously questioned.
"No. Absolutely not. This is just a game. I never said that I was going to make out with him or seduce him. Maybe this is going a little too far. I should call off the bet, shouldn't I?"
"And let Brielle win? Hell no." Jia said. "Just put on some lingerie and walk into the kitchen. I believe in you, Hailey. You can do this." She uttered before ending the call in my ear.
I slammed my phone down on my bedside table before nodding to myself. Jia was right, I couldn't let Brielle win this bet. I'd never hear the end of it.
I'll wait until tonight. In the meantime, I need to come up with a plan. I'll go to his room at midnight and tell him, I'm scared. That should work, right?
I binge-watched my favorite show to make the time go by a little faster. By the time I was done with season one, it was midnight.
I jumped off my bed before quickly stripping out of the sweatpants and crop top I had on. I grabbed a lacy black set of lingerie from my closet before pulling it on. I ran my fingers through my hair before letting the dark locks cascade down my back.
I applied some lipstick to my lips before staring at myself in the mirror. This was it. The point of no return. I nervously bit into my bottom lip before pulling my bedroom door open.
I stopped in front of Kyren's room. I didn't knock, I just opened the door and stumbled inside. I found him sitting at the foot of his bed, listening to something through his earphones.
He paused before slowly running his eyes over my half-naked form.
My cheeks warmed under his predatory gaze. I seductively made my way over to him and only stopped once I stood directly in front of him.
As I was about to explain myself, my mind went blank.
"What are you doing, Princess?" He asked, his voice sounding gravelly.
"I was just wondering if you had some sunscreen." I blurted out.
Sunscreen? Why the hell would I ask him for sunscreen?
Kyren slowly rose from his bed. He took his time looking at me. His thumbs hooked into the waistband of my panties, and a soft gasp escaped my lips.
"You walked in here, wearing lingerie, to ask for sunscreen? At midnight?" He let out a dark chuckle.
"You broke the first rule, Princess. That means I get to take something from you. I'll start with this," he said, tugging at my panties, and a needy throb ran straight through my core.
"Kyren, don't," I tried, but it was to no avail.
He roughly pulled at the flimsy material, covering my most intimate part. The sound of lace ripping, echoed through the room. The cold air from the AC bit into my exposed skin.
His hands slid up my back. He unclasped my bra with ease, and it soundlessly dropped to the floor. His gaze raked over my trembling form with a satisfied hunger.
"You're not a cheerleader tonight. You're mine. And I'm going to spend the next few hours showing you exactly what happens when you break my rules." He stated before pushing my legs wide open with his knee.
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7.4
In a world ruled by dominance and desire, being an Omega is a curse, especially when you're mine.
On his eighteenth birthday, Luca wakes to a nightmare, his wolf has chosen the lowest rank of all. An Omega. The scent of submission, the mark of shame and the kind of wolf others own, use, and discard.
But Luca isn't broken, he's burning and the only one who's ever made him feel safe is Rafe, his best friend, his protector and his temptation.
Then Rafe shifts and becomes an Alpha and their wolves recognize each other, the bond between them is instant, magnetic, and utterly forbidden.
Because an Alpha claiming a Male Omega?
That's forbidden, but this Omega? He's different
Now their connection is more than a secret, It's a sin to their world, a deadly craving, slow, delicious and primal to fall into.
And when one bite can seal a bond or spark a war, how long can they resist it?
He's not supposed to want him.
But gods, he does.
And once an Alpha touches what's his... he never lets go.
7.1
The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen.
My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive.
The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest.
I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman.
But Chelsea wouldn't stop.
She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property.
I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength.
As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run.
Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan.
"She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."
8.7
I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella.
Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark.
But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved.
Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies.
When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel.
While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest.
The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella.
He ordered my father to punish me.
I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth.
That night, the love in my heart finally died.
On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven.
Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney.
By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.
9.3
Jade knows what it feels like to have no one in her corner; she experienced it firsthand when her aunt sweet-talked her parents and took her to the Philippines' when she was eight. After years of abuse and being used, the only thing Jade wished for was an escape to finally go home and be with her family. All Jade wished for was to experience what it feels like to be loved once again and she got that when she finally escaped from her aunt and made her way back home to her pack and family in Detroit. Finding out that the Alpha Heir Hunter was her mate was the best thing to ever happen to Jade, and Hunter gave Jade a home, love, and became the safety and comfort Jade had always wished for. Two years of blissful union came to an abrupt end when Jade woke up in bed with her sister's boyfriend after a party. Her life goes from sweet to bitter in a matter of days as everyone Jade once loved turned their backs on her, refusing to believe them when she said she didn't cheat on her mate. How could she? Hunter was the love of her life.
Jade goes from preparing to becoming the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, to being treated no less than a traitor. Hunter doesn't wait another heartbeat before rejecting her, and Jade is soon branded as a defective mate, banished to the woods as a rogue. How will Jade survive life as a pregnant rogue? The cursed brand on her neck makes it impossible for any pack to take her in. Will her mate come after her? Or will Jade find her strength somewhere else and come back to enact her revenge on the people who hurt her?
9.8
MY SINFUL LUST
9.8
Thea never knew how dangerous innocence could be. The Devil had watched her from the shadows since their first meeting-pure, untouched, and unknowingly his. He wanted more than to keep her safe. He wanted to claim her.
To feel her flawless skin beneath his rough hands. To stain her perfect lips with sin. To mark her soul with his name.
She misbehaved. Her knees burned from kneeling on the icy floor, but the pain was nothing compared to the fear of losing his forgiveness. The man who ruled darkness stared at her, cold and merciless, his commands leaving no room for hope.
"Bend over daddy's lap and take your punishment."
For her, he would burn the world down. For her, he would drag countless souls to Hell. And she-his innocent angel-would not fight him.
When the purest light crossed paths with the darkest devil, everything changed.
7.3
I was the daughter of a loyal Mafia Capo, arranged to marry the Underboss of the Moretti family. But I gave my heart to his brother, Marco, who promised to break the betrothal and protect me.
When I went into premature labor in a freezing, abandoned warehouse, Marco didn't come to save me. He sent my cousin, Caitlin.
With a mocking smile, she told me Marco despised my "filthy Irish blood" and that my pregnancy was just a temporary amusement.
Then, she pulled out a hunting knife.
She pinned me down, sliced my abdomen open, and smothered my newborn baby right in front of my eyes.
"He agreed that this inconvenience needs to be removed," she whispered.
She revealed that she and Marco had orchestrated my father's murder to secure Mafia shipping routes. Then, she casually knocked over a kerosene lantern, locking the heavy metal door to let me and my dead child burn to ash.
While they headed to a high-society gala to celebrate my "accidental" death and their new power, I lay in the roaring flames.
As the fire blistered my skin and I held my baby's lifeless body, my suffocating despair froze into a razor-sharp rage. My entire life, my family, and my love had been built on their calculated lies.
But they made one fatal mistake. I didn't die in that inferno.
I dragged my ruined body out of the ashes, wrapped myself in a blood-soaked coat, and walked straight into their celebration banquet to become their goddamn reckoning.