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 5
Kyren's hand slid up the back of my thigh. The cold wall bit into my cheek.
"You see what you do to me?" He growled, grinding his hard length against my ass. "You walk around in this little skirt, and think I'll play by your rules?"
His fingers hooked into the waistband of my skirt and panties. He dragged them down in one ruthless motion, and heat flooded my core.
"Kyren," I breathed, my voice trembling.
"No," he muttered, his lips at my ear. "You don't get to use my name like that. Not when you're this wet for me."
His other hand slipped between my legs from behind. A choked sound escaped me as his fingertips found my soaked flesh. He traced slow circles on my clit, and my back arched into him.
"So wet," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "All for me. Isn't that right, Princess?"
My head fell forward against the wall as he circled my clit with relentless pressure. "Yes, Kyren."
"I'm just getting started, Princess." He said, sliding a finger lower, dipping it inside my entrance, before sweeping my wetness back up to my clit.
"I'm going to fuck you so deep," he whispered, his words sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me. "I'm going to have you screaming into this wall. But first, you're going to come on my hand. Come on, Hailey. Let go for me."
His pace became punishing. Perfect. The tension built between my legs, and my hips began to move of their own accord, chasing his touch.
"That's it," he coaxed, his voice guttural. "Take what you need."
The orgasm broke over me, locking my muscles and stealing the air from my lungs. A soundless cry escaped my mouth as pleasure radiated out from my core.
Kyren held me through it, his hand working me gently until the last tremor subsided.
Before I could even process the aftermath, the sound of a heavy door swinging open echoed down the corridor.
Familiar footsteps approached us. Kyren froze. In a blur of motion, he yanked my skirt and panties back up. He smoothed my skirt down just as my father rounded the corner.
My heart hammered against my ribs. Kyren took a casual step back, putting some space between us. He ran a hand through his hair, and his expression shifted from predatory hunger to relaxed amusement.
"Coach," he said, his voice perfectly even. "Looking for someone?"
My dad's eyes scanned us, lingering for a half-second on my flushed face. "Hailey, the girls said you might be back here. Are you okay?"
"Fine!" My voice came out a pitch too high. I cleared my throat before forcing a smile. "I'm just catching my breath after practice."
Kyren shoved his hands in his pockets. "She was just telling me that the AC at our place stopped working."
Liar.
My father nodded slowly. He was becoming suspicious. "The janitors need to lock up. Kyren, hit the weight room. Hailey, get yourself something to eat."
"Yes, sir," we said in unison.
My dad shot us a final, assessing look, then turned and walked back the way he came.
The moment the door clicked shut, the tension snapped back. Thicker and hotter than before. Kyren's casual mask dropped. He closed the distance between us in one stride. "Don't hide what's mine again." He said, his thumb grazing the hickey on my neck.
He confidently strode out of the room, leaving me alone in the corridor. I rushed my way back into the locker room and took a quick shower. I was consumed by butterflies, the feel of his fingers pleasing me, lingered.
I pulled on a pair of flared pants paired with a black off-shoulder top. I slipped my feet into a pair of matching black heels. I did light makeup on my face before concealing the marks that Kyren left on my skin.
I loosened my inky black hair before brushing through the strands. I grabbed my purse before leaving the locker room alongside Jia and Brie.
"Where did you disappear to earlier?" Brie curiously questioned as we made our way to the cafeteria.
"Where do you think I went? I was hiding out of embarrassment." I snapped at her. "Why the hell would you expose me like that, in front of everyone?"
"This is all a game, Hails. And I'm playing to win." She smiled over at me.
"You're such a shitty friend. Asshole." I uttered in realization.
"Hailey, you agreed to this bet. I never forced you to do anything you didn't want to do. You calling me an asshole is extremely hypocritical." Brie gestured wildly as we entered the cafeteria.
"Most people would agree that you're an asshole," Jia added her ten cents.
"Stay out of this, Jia." Brie cut her off before locking her gaze on mine. "Betting on someone is crazy, Hailey. That makes you an even bigger asshole than I am." Brie said before going over to a table at the other end of the cafeteria.
"It's not that deep. Kyren is playing games too. There's no right or wrong party in this." I told Jia while nodding to myself.
"But what if it stops being a game? What if you both end up falling for each other?" Jia carefully questioned.
"I would never fall for someone as shallow as Kyren Wolfe. And as I said before, he's not my type. At all." I assured her before taking a seat at our table.
"He's everybody's type," Jia whispered under her breath. "What's your type anyway?" She asked, the challenge in her voice rising.
"Someone who would get me the moon if I asked him to. Someone who treats women with respect. Someone like my dad. He really loved my mom," I pointedly stated.
"And Kyren doesn't fit any of those standards?" She asked before running a hand through her hair.
"No. I don't think so." I whispered as more of the cheerleaders on our squad joined our table.
"Why do I feel like you're judging him?" She knowingly asked.
"I'm not. I'm just not interested in getting to know him." I huffed out.
"Because you don't want it to be him." She sighed. "You need to give him a genuine chance. Brie wants to see Kyren melt. She wants to see him fall in love with you. "Her actions may be a little questionable, but her heart is in the right place," Jia said before squeezing my hand in hers.
One of the girls on our squad handed me a medium soda, and I thanked her before taking a sip from the drink.
"No." I finally stated.
I didn't trust Brielle's motives. And Kyren... screw him and his NO Dating rule. He was the Ice King for a reason. He didn't fall in love. He didn't even date. I would only make a fool out of myself if I continued pursuing him. So my answer to both of them was no.
The temperature inside the cafeteria suddenly dropped. Curious gasps and whispers filled the room as Kyren walked through the doors. His arm was wrapped around a blonde's neck.
My jaw clenched at the sight. It hasn't even been an hour since he... since he touched me very intimately. And now he was flirting with some other girl.
A deep frown settled on my forehead as they approached our table. Why were they coming this way? Their table was on the opposite side of the cafeteria.
Kyren let the blonde go before coming over to where I was sitting. Jia stopped talking mid-sentence. The cafeteria dawned in silence.
He didn't whisper. He spoke in a low, gravelly tone that the people at the next table could definitely hear. "I thought I gave you an order, Princess."
I feigned innocence before confidently looking up at him. "I don't know what you're talking about, Kyren."
A smirk curved the corner of his mouth. Before I could move, he firmly gripped my chin. His thumb wiped the makeup from my skin in a downward stroke across my neck, exposing me to a wider audience.
The students surrounding us were already filming the scene. Jia was frozen beside me. And my public image was completely shattered.
"Now everyone knows who you belong to." He muttered. "From now on, you're nothing but one of my late-night distractions."
My cheeks flushed red as he left our table without another word. He wrapped his arm around the blonde again, and I was ready to explode.
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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.