บททั้งหมดของ Sixty Shades Of Ice: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

NikolaiIt was a sight, seeing him without his glasses.His preppy, pretty-boy features were perfectly outlined. I could see every line, every curve, every stupid little imperfection that made him him.I could feel it, my fingers itching to trace them. Down his face, down to his collarbone, before closing around his throat. Not gently. Not kindly. Just enough to knock the oxygen from his lungs.His chest rose and fell. Slow. Calm. Like he had no idea who was in his apartment. Like he hadn’t ruined my day. My week. My control.Okay, that was a lie, I had no control.But still, my pride was hurt, that this cheap little thing had managed to knock me out.I crouched slightly, moving closer. The smell of him, clean, faint cheap soap, that faint trace of coffee from earlier, hit me. Delicious. Infuriating.A smirk tugged at my lips. He wasn’t expecting this. Couldn’t expect it. Didn’t even know.I reached out, just brushing his hair back. My fingers lingered, testing. Tempting. The tiniest

NikolaiI think I am going to really lose it for sure this time.Did she really hug him, and get all touchy with him, and go whispering stuff into his ear.Fuck, I just wanted to drag her off him. And fucking bleed out every organ in her body.“Seriously Nikolai, how could you fucking do that? What if someone had caught you? You’re being too impulsive at this rate.” Clinton hurled.I barely listened to whatever shit he kept on spilling from his mouth, where in my defense I just wanted to stuff his mouth shut.My eyes keenly remained on them, as she finally withdrew herself from him, giving him a knowing smile as she walked away.“Fuck, are you even listening to what I am saying Niko?”I wasn’t.“Christ! You’re really a lost case.”My eyes snapped at Clinton, “How about you channel your energy into telling me what the fuck is going on between them?”Clinton shook his head, pinched the flesh between his eyebrows, “Well if you had been listening to what I have been saying, you would have

The stage had settled, and the five of them stood like predators, completely still, perfectly poised.The yellow-masked man held a bat, the only one wearing a shirt, and the weight in his hands made it clear he could crush a skull without thinking.Green-masked was shirtless, muscles taut, holding two thick shins like extensions of his arms, ready to strike.Red-masked needed no weapon; his fists were coiled tight, veins standing out, a storm contained in his skin.White-masked, shirtless, dagger in hand, silent, precise, a threat that didn’t need noise.Blue-masked, shirtless, bow drawn, arrow ready, calm, cold, calculating.“This is the hunt,” the yellow-masked man said, voice sharp, carrying across the hall. “Reach the lighthouse. First to get there wins. Fail… and you die. They will chase you. Block you. Stop you any way they can. The forest is your battlefield, and every step will cost you.”⸻NikolaiFrom where I stood, I already spotted my pretty boy.And I know you will yelp a

NikolaiGod, I loved this.The way he froze.The way his breathing went uneven, sharp, like his lungs couldn’t decide whether to keep him alive or just give up entirely.All because of me.I stood at the mouth of the cave, blocking the only way out, letting the silence stretch just enough to suffocate him.“Running away from me, baby?” I repeated, slower this time.Tasting it.His fear.His panic.He stumbled back again.My gaze dragged over him, mud on his clothes, blood on his skin, chest rising too fast, too hard. His glasses were gone.That made something in me tighten.Interesting.Very interesting.“S-stay away from me.” He hurled, as he kept moving backwards, and of course I kept eating the space between us, enjoying how he withered under my gaze.“No, can’t do, baby.” I spat, and watched as his features twisted into confusion. I cracked my knuckles. “Again, why aren’t you running?”And my words must have clicked something in his pretty brain, as almost immediately he turned ar

NikolaiI not so accidentally went down on my knees, and had my mouth strangling his dick.“Mmmphhm.” His broken groan sounded.My mouth suckled harder on his crown, that fuck! My own dick twitched badly with need.My head bubbled, as his dick touched the back of my throat, as I choked on him and nearly swallowed whole too.Fuck! He fucking tastes so fucking out of this world.“Please…..please.” He moaned, the words weak, barely holding together.I paused just enough to look up at him.Really look.Tears still clung to his lashes.Face flushed. And those damn pretty lips.Fuck! Niko! You’re really fucking getting turnedBody trembling like it didn’t belong to him anymore.And still—Still reacting.A slow breath left me, almost amused, almost something darker.“You don’t even know what you’re begging for,” I murmured.My hand tightened slightly, grounding him before he could slip too far into panic again.“Make up your mind.”My voice dropped lower.“Do you want me to stop…”A beat.“