All Chapters of The ice reaper and His blonde obsession : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

VALENTINA My phone buzzed against my lap, a low, persistent vibration that sent a thrill straight down my spine. Out on the ice, Horace missed another pass, his posture rigid with a simmering fury. God help me, but I was reveling in his distraction. Every single time I picked up my phone or pretended to read a text, I could feel his heavy gaze locking onto me from across the rink.Was it petty? Maybe. Did he deserve every single agonizing second of it? Absolutely. After weeks of him treating me like the enemy, it felt intoxicating to finally hold the power.But then, the screen lit up with an actual notification. My heart skipped a beat, picking up speed instantly as Matteo's name flashed across the screen. I swiped the icon open without a second thought.Matteo: One of my men is right outside the arena doors with your dress. Go get it.A rush of pure excitement surged through my veins, hot and electric. I didn’t waste a single second. I stood up, gripping my phone tightly, and bolt

VALENTINA “You look... different.” I replied curtly. Matteo coming to personally pick me up had my mind scrambling. That simple act alone made me feel cherished in a way I hadn’t expected, especially after the tangled mess of emotions I’d been carrying lately. I suddenly felt a little guilty. He seemed to actually be putting real effort in this and I already made the deal with him to put effort too. Effort isn't brushing out your hair plus revenge make up Val. " Not that it worked." Lita grumbled. “Ready?” he asked, his signature grin spreading wider as he pushed off the car and circled around to open the passenger door for me like a true gentleman.I paused for a heartbeat, glancing back at the penthouse one last time. I hoped maybe even prayed silently that Horace would appear in the doorway or at one of the windows. But there was nothing. I swallowed down the pain in my chest, forcing my gaze back to Matteo.“Yeah, I’m ready,” I said, offering him a bright smile as I slid int

VALENTINA “How was the club?” he asked in a tone that promised a headache. I decided to ignore him completely. After the night I’d had, I was too emotionally drained to deal with any more bullshit. My cheeks were still sticky from the tears I’d cried with Matteo. I don't need this. The beautiful dress that had made me feel like a queen earlier now felt suffocating. I headed straight for the stairs.“So this is what we’re doing now?” Horace growled behind me. “You can’t wait till the deal is over before you skank off with fucking Matteo?”I paused on the first step, my hand gripping the railing. I didn’t turn around. “I’m not in the mood, Horace,” I said tiredly, my voice barely above a whisper.He exploded. The sound of his glass slamming down echoed, the whiskey splashing. “Not in the mood? After parading yourself in that dress for him? After letting him pick you up and bring you back to my house like one of his tramp“Can you just let me be?” I snapped, finally spinning to face

HORACE I pumped out the last of my cum on Valentina's ass and stayed like that for a while. Watching my beautiful art on her pale skin. My cock was still twitching with the aftershocks of my release and it didn't help that Valentina was trembling in my arms, her body completely spent against the wall. The anger that had fueled us moments ago was still there but now all I could feel was lust. And all I needed was more. More of her. I needed to feel her around my dick.“Fuck, Valentina,” I rasped against her neck, pressing open mouthed kisses along her skin. “You destroy me.”She let out a shaky laugh that sounded half sob. “Then why do you keep pushing me away?”I didn’t answer. Instead, I scooped her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her toward my study. I kicked the study door shut behind us and laid her on the wide couch, finally pulling out only to flip her onto her hands and knees.I took her again right there, slower this time but no less intense. Deep, grind

HORACE I did not want to be here. Not a single fibre of my being wanted to step foot on these cursed grounds again. The air itself felt poisonous, laced with generations of pride, backstabbing, and old grudges that refused to die no matter how much time passed. Toval Mansion looked more like a gilded tomb. It had grand stone walls rising imposingly against the sky, perfectly manicured lawns, and large fountains. The irony wasn’t lost on me. A family built on prejudice pretending to uphold some noble legacy while sharpening knives behind every smile. I hated every inch of it. The hypocrisy and fakeness. Valentina walked beside me, her hand slowly and carefully entwining with mine as we made our way towards the foyer. She looked stunning in the simple but elegant dress she’d chosen. Not that it would matter, she always seemed to look hot in everything. I kept my expression neutral, but inside, my wolf was on edge. If Valentina wasn't holding my hand, I would have le