All Chapters of The ice reaper and His blonde obsession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

VALENTINAHe laid me down on the bed, my body sinking into the mattress, still buzzing from the walk over, his cock still twitching inside me from the brief pause. But he didn't give me time to catch my breath. He pulled out slowly, a dragging sensation that made me whimper at the loss, then brought his hand to his mouth. Four fingers. index, middle, ring, pinky—slid past my lips, coating them in my spit.He circled my clit before dipping lower, using the moisture to slick my folds, spreading the wetness and teasing me until I was breathless all over again.Then he positioned himself at my entrance and pushed back in.My back arched off the bed, mouth falling open in a raw, moan. I grabbed the bedsheet beneath me, twisting the fabric in my fists as he began to move. He set a punishing pace immediately, hips slamming against mine, each thrust driving him deeper. My head thrashed side to side, hair splaying across the pillow, and I let out a long, broken cry."Yeah? You like that?" He

VALENTINA"This isn't a joke. You aren't going to that masquerade. You aren't seeing Matteo. You're staying right here where I can see you.""Or what? You'll fire me? "I won’t have another man touch what is mine.""I’ve told you a thousand times, Horace. I am not yours.""Then tell me why you scream my name like a prayer every time we’re in this bed. You’re telling me those three little words just flew out of your mouth because the sex was good?""Yes. That is exactly why. It was great, but the reality is still a mess. At least I’m not the only one seeing other people, am I?"I raised a brow, tightening my arms across my chest. His eyes flickered down to my breasts before snapping back to my face, a vein throbbing in his temple."What do you mean by that?""The night you left me at the theater. You went to Elisha. You had sex with her.""Wait. What? Where are you getting this?""Did I stutter? I know where you went."He stepped forward, his hand reaching out to steady me, but I flinc

VALENTINAI turned away from the mirror, my pulse thrumming with a mixture of terror and liberation. I didn’t care about Horace anymore. Or maybe that was a lie, but I was done being the fragile version of Valentina who waited for permission to breathe. I moved to this city to rebrand, to sharpen my edges. Horace would undoubtedly lose his mind if he discovered I was stepping into Matteo’s house, but he was all bark and shattered furniture. Why not take a chance on a little chaos?Besides, I’d always wondered how the mafia lived. I wanted to see how those men celebrated.I looked back at my reflection and gasped. I recognized the woman in the mirror, but she looked like a lethal upgrade. Zuria had draped me in a cream-colored silk dress that clung to my skin like a second layer of liquid gold. It perfectly complemented my blonde hair, making the strands glow.I applied my favorite red lipstick, a shade so bold it was practically a declaration of war. And I draped a plush white fur ov

VALENTINA"Stop playing with me, Horace. This isn't a joke," I snapped. "How did you even get an invite?""I have my ways," he said, taking a slow swig from the bottle. "Hello? It’s me. The Reaper. Doors don't stay locked when I want to walk through them.""Wait, are you stalking me now? Is that what this is?" I stepped back, my heels clicking loudly. "I can't have a single moment of privacy after you ignored me for three days?""You were asking for the impossible, Valentina.""And that impossible is asking you to make Elisha leave so we can have peace?""You’re not at peace?" he asked, his voice dropping low."Are you actually asking me that, Horace?" I felt the heat of tears and anger stinging my eyes. "I don't even have time for this. Just don't make a scene."I tried to brush past him, but he moved with the speed of a predator, blocking my path. Every time I moved, he mirrored me, forcing me back until the backs of my legs hit the wall draped in the navy curtains. "I asked you no

VALENTINAHis gaze was cold and impossibly dark.He didn't move to leave, he just watched us, his eyes locked onto mine as Horace let out a moan of possession but the rhythm beneath me didn’t stop.Horace’s hands gripped my hips, shifting my weight against the wood of the nightstand, entirely clueless.I kept my eyes locked on the doorway. Matteo hadn't bolted yet. He hadn't even blinked. The silver-and-blue masquerade mask hid his brows, but his mouth was set in a perfectly straight, terrifying line."You're fucking perfect," Horace breathed, his chin burying into the crook of my neck. He drove forward, a heavy, possessive slide that usually made me lose my mind.Right now? My heart hammered against my ribs for an entirely different reason. I reached back, my fingers twitching against Horace’s shoulder. I should push him off. I should scream. Instead, a sharp jolt of adrenaline spiked straight down my spine.Matteo tilted his head. Just a fraction. The blue light caught the edge of h