All Chapters of The ice reaper and His blonde obsession : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

VALENTINAI walked out of the locker room, my head spinning. The heavy silence in the hallway felt like a weight pressing down on me. I looked around, desperate to find Horace, but he was nowhere to be seen."He’s gone, Val," one of the teammates said, his voice flat and distracted as he focused on taping his stick."He doesn't stick around after a blow-up like that."I swallowed hard, my throat feeling tight. "Where’s the kid? The one Horace... attacked?""Medics have him. He’s healing fast, wolf blood, you know. It’s not the first time Horace has left a mark, and it won't be the last. He’ll be fine by tomorrow."The casual way he said it made my skin crawl. "Why does everyone just stand there?" I asked, looking at the group of teammates lingering by the walls. "Why does it look like you’re all terrified of him?"Jude, the teammate who had assisted Horace's goal earlier, leaned against the wall and sighed. "Because he’s enough to be feared, Valentina. Haven't you felt it? The aura he

VALENTINA His lips descended on mine again and this time the kiss deepened, turning into something thick and ruinous. His tongue danced with mine. I kissed him back with a desperate hunger, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer His hands roamed my body, tracing the curve of my neck, the swell of my breasts, the dip of my waist, as if committing every inch of me to memory. I could feel the heat of his touch through the thin silk of my dress, my body aching for more. He trailed kisses down my neck, his tongue tasting my skin, his teeth nipping at my pulse point. I gasped, my head falling back to give him better access. His hands moved to my shoulders, pushing the straps of my dress down, baring my skin to his hungry gaze. He growled in approval, his hands sliding down to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples, already hard and eager for his touch. I could feel the wetness between my thighs, my body betraying my earlier protests. I didn't want this to

VALENTINA My reply was all he needed. With a satisfied grunt, Horace gripped my hip and slid his dick in, inch by agonizing inch. The initial stretch burned so good, his girth forcing my pussy to yield around him, hugging every ridge and vein as he sank deep. He started with slow, deliberate strokes, pulling out almost to the tip before easing back in, letting me feel the full drag of him filling me up. Each thrust bottomed out deeply, a pressure that made my toes curl. My moans started soft, breathy whimpers that built as he found his drive, increasing the pace, not slamming wildly, but steady and firm, each push angled just right to grind against that sensitive spot inside me. It drove me insane, sparks exploding behind my eyes with every hit, my pussy fluttering around him in response. "Oh fuck, Horace... yes, right there," I gasped, my hands flying up to clutch at him, fingers digging into his jaw, then sliding to his lips, tracing it as if I could pull him closer. He captur

VALENTINAShe stood there with a bucket of popcorn in her hand, probably planning to enjoy a movie in peace. But the moment she saw me, I knew this was about to be the worst day of my life."Oh well, well, well," she said, an annoying grin stretching across her face. "Look who we have here."I didn't even know how to ask her for help. My pride was screaming, and in the back of my mind, Lita was yelling, “The witch is here Val!”Elisha stepped closer, her eyes scanning my messy hair and the torn straps of my dress. "And why do you look like that?" she asked, her voice dripping with fake curiosity."Like what?" I snapped, looking up at her even though I was pinned down."Like you just got fucked back to the stone age," she laughed. "You look ruined, Valentina. Your face is red, and you’re practica…lly glowing."I leaned my head back, refusing to look ashamed. If I was going down, I was going down swinging. "Well, actually, you’re right. I just got fucked real hard," I said, keeping my e

"Who?" I asked back, feigning ignorance, acting like I didn’t know she was talking about the woman currently burned into my brain.And then, I heard a rustle. Someone took the phone from her hands. A deeper, firmer voice cut through the line. It was my stepfather, Azriel."You knew I wouldn't pick up your call, that’s why you made her call me, right?" I snapped."Yes, exactly. I like that you are smart enough to know that," Azriel replied.My stepfather was a strict man. I wanted to call him a good man, mostly because he made my mother happy, lighting her up in a way I never could but he was also Harold’s uncle. That connection was a constant, bitter pill to swallow."What was that stunt you pulled today at the game?" he demanded."Why does everyone feel like they have the right to tell me what to do?" I growled, pacing the room, my frustration boiling over. The heat from my encounter with Valentina was still under my skin, making me irritable."What do you mean by that, Horace?" he a