All Chapters of The ice reaper and His blonde obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

VALENTINA "You seem so calm, Matteo," I said, my voice barely cutting through the silence of the massive room. "Is this just who you are, or...?" "Or what, Val?" He held the lighter, the small flame illuminating his face as he lit a cigar. He tossed the lighter aside, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the glowing city below. "I don't have to pretend to be anything for you." He blew a stream of smoke into the air and reached for his face. Slowly, he took off his mask, tossing it onto a nearby armchair. Next came his jacket, hitting the floor with a heavy thud. He didn't rush. His fingers moved to the top button of his white shirt, undoing it, then the next, and the next, until the fabric parted completely. He slid the shirt off his shoulders, leaving him in nothing but his tailored trousers and a low-slung leather belt. My lungs emptied. He was striking, a dangerous kind of beautiful that made it impossible to look away. A long, scar cut across his left ribs, surrounded

HAROLDI was mute for a second and didn’t answer immediately. "No, I clearly do not want that," I growled, my chest heaving. "But I will get Valentina back.""Harold, your team needs you now more than ever," he said, dropping the casual tone entirely. "We need to keep the Vipers name alive. Right now, we are losing fans."I let out a harsh, bitter laugh. "Is that what you care about, Jax? The fans?""No, I do not," Jax said, his voice deadly serious. "But they keep us going most of the days. Coming out here and seeing people who know nothing about us personally cheer for us? It keeps us in the mood.”“That’s the highlight of those days, knowing people out there still believe in us and want us to win. We can't afford to lose them by losing every single game to the Ravagers."I shook my head, skating past him. "The Ravager Wolves are not the only team we play against.""So you prefer to lose to the Ravagers?" Jax demanded, turning sharply to follow me."No," I said, spinning around to f

VALENTINA Horace didn’t even look at me. He stepped over Dila’s body, walking straight toward to the driver. "Fuck, fuck!" She stammered, staring down at Dila before spinning around to run. Horace lunged forward, catching the back of her hood with a sharp yank. The fabric strained as he dragged her backward, throwing her hard against the floor right next to my knees. I scrambled backward, clutching my torn dress tightly against my chest. The driver's eyes widened in pure terror, but she didn’t even beg. Horace stared down at her, his jaw tight. In a flash, his sharp claws burst from his fingertips. He raised his hand high, the skin tight over his knuckles. "No, no, Horace!" I sobbed, tears blinding me as I reached out with a trembling hand. "Don't do it, please Horace!" He didn't listen. His arm dropped in a brutal blur, his claws slashing clean through her throat. Blood sprayed, flowing fast over the dusty floor. The driver's eyes shot wide open, freezing in place, compl

VALENTINAWhen my eyelids finally flickered open, the world was a blur of harsh white light and a sharp, antiseptic smell that made my stomach turn. A brutal ache split my skull, pulsing right behind my eyes. I tried to twitch my nose, but it felt incredibly heavy and stiff. I reached up with a weak hand, my fingers brushing against thick surgical tape and a small plastic splint bracing my broken bridge."Oh my God," I muttered, my voice sounding completely raspy.A sudden movement to my right caught my attention. Horace, who had been sitting hunched over in a chair, bolted to his feet. The dark circles under his eyes made him look like he hadn't slept in days."Val," he breathed, his voice cracking as he rushed to the edge of the mattress.I gripped the handrails, bracing my elbows against the sheets to push myself upright. "What happened? Where…""Hey, no, don't do that. Lay back down," Horace ordered gently, placing his warm hands on my shoulders. He applied just enough pressure t

VALENTINAAnd then I felt his fingers leave my pussy, wet and glistening. He moved back a bit, his icy eyes locked on mine. With a sudden, dark gleam, he shoved his trousers and briefs down in one rough motion.His thick, veined sick sprang free, heavy and ready. “Dress. Off,” he ordered, his voice a soft command.I didn’t hesitate. My hands flew to the hem, pulling the soft fabric up and over my head, tossing it aside. The air hit my skin, but before a chill could even register, he was on me again. His kiss was hard and deep, his tongue sweeping against mine as our completely naked bodies collided. The feeling of his bare chest against my breasts, his hard thighs against my softer ones, was electric. Making every part of me scream to life.He broke the kiss only to hook his hands behind my knees, spreading my legs wide over the contours of the leather seat. The position was awkward, my hips tilted, the edge of the seat digging into the backs of my thighs, a sharp, biting discomfort