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 6
Kyren meant I was nothing but one of his booty calls. Me. Of all people. How dare he?
I'll show him what a late-night distraction is. I'll show him that I don't belong to him or anybody else.
I quietly stretched my limbs out on a bench inside the dimly lit arena. This time of night, it was always freezing, but I didn't mind. The cold grounded me.
I had been going over the Spirit Day routine for the past two hours. Coach Laurel expected nothing but perfection from us, and as the cheer captain, I had to be on top of my game.
I turned off the loud music I had been playing on repeat. I lifted my gaze and ran my fingers through my ponytail. My hand froze inside my hair as I spotted a man staring at me from the other end of the corridor.
Black hoodie. He was wearing a black hoodie. The man slowly started approaching me, and my heart started pounding faster inside my chest.
I scurried over to my bag and nervously fumbled for my taser. My hand finally wrapped around the small device, and I pulled it out before holding it out in front of me.
"Stay back!" I demanded, my voice echoing through the empty arena.
The man slowly raised his hands before stepping into the light. "Whoa, easy. I'm the new transfer." He apologised, and a light frown creased my brows.
I didn't lower the taser.
"Coach Ronan told me I could get some ice time tonight before my first official practice tomorrow." He explained.
I hesitantly lowered the taser before taking a good look at him.
"I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me." I breathed out a chuckle.
"You're obviously spooked out by this creepy arena." He joked, and a small smile rested on my lips.
"I'm Hailey. Coach Ronan's daughter." I kindly introduced myself before stretching my hand out in his direction.
"I'm Oliver." He uttered before gently taking my hand in his. "You're freezing." He muttered before shrugging his hoodie off and wrapping me in his warmth.
My cheeks flushed at our sudden proximity. "Thank you," I said, before looking into his blue eyes.
I saw movement in the corner of my eye, and the smile dropped from my face. Kyren was here. He confidently walked over to us and stopped right behind me. A cold shiver ran down my spine.
"Practice starts tomorrow at six," Kyren said, his words directed towards Oliver. "Go get some rest, the team's curfew was twenty minutes ago."
"My dad gave him permission." I cut Kyren short, and I could feel his silver eyes burning into me.
"I don't care what Coach told you." He said, his voice low and cold. "Come on, your dad asked me to take you home." He uttered before wordlessly picking up my bag and stuffing my pom-poms inside.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Oliver." I kindly stated, and Kyren pulled me along with him, his hand holding a firm grip on my arm.
I let him guide me all the way to the parking lot until I finally snapped. "Would you let me go?" I angrily yelled into his face.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" He muttered under his breath before pulling the zipper down. He pulled me out of Oliver's hoodie before stuffing it into his car along with my bag.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked, my voice filling with anger.
"I leave you alone for two hours, and you've already found a new audience. That won't do." He said, before leaning down to my ear. "You aren't allowed to talk to him." He smirked.
"Get out of my way." I pushed against his chest but he didn't move.
"Talking to him won't change what happened between us," he chuckled before sliding his hand from my waist down to my ass.
"I hate you." I seethed through my teeth.
"Hate me then. It won't stop me from getting what I want. And it certainly won't stop you from letting me." His teeth grazed my earlobe as he gave my ass a possessive squeeze.
I shook my head. "You humiliated me, Kyren. I don't want anything to do with you." I snapped at him, and he took my chin in his hand.
"We'll have nothing to do with each other when I decide I'm bored." He said, his minty breath fanning my cheeks.
Before I could stop myself, I slammed my hand down against his cheek, leaving a stinging sensation on my palm. He didn't flinch; his expression remained terrifyingly calm. I moved to slam my fists into his chest, but his hands firmly wrapped around my wrists, pinning them against the cold metal of his car.
My chest was heaving, and my eyes were filled with the hatred I had just confessed.
Kyren didn't ask his lips just crashed against mine in a punishing mixture of teeth and tongue.
I tried to fight him for a split second. My words sounded muffled against his lips. My hands slowly softened in his grip. I desperately started kissing him back with the same hatred I had just yelled at him.
He pulled back from me, his pupils blown wide with lust. "Keep hating me," he rasped against my lips, before he crushed his mouth back to mine in a searing kiss. Tasting me. Claiming me.
"In the car, Hailey. Now. Unless you want the entire security team to see exactly what you look like when I'm done with you." He said, before opening the door to the backseat.
We slid into the backseat, and the door slammed shut behind us. Kyren pulled me onto his lap, adjusting me until I straddled him.
His hands landed on my ass, and he pressed me against the hard ridge in his pants.
My eyes landed on the spilled contents of my bag, scattered across the backseat. My cellphone screen lit up. A message from an unknown number popped up on the screen, and I pulled back from Kyren before grabbing my phone.
Unknown Number: The rookie's hoodie looks better on the floor than it does on you. And Kyren's hands... I might have to break them for touching what's mine.
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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.