บททั้งหมดของ The Ice King's Wild Obsession: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

~~SORAYA~~ Three years. Three pathetic, hopeful years. That’s how long I’ve been in love with my best friend, Dax Carter. And tonight, I’m finally going to tell him. At least, that’s the plan. I repeat it to myself as I climb the steps of the sprawling off-campus clubhouse hosting Sterling University’s annual Athlete Mixer, trying not to think of how fast my heart is beating. It’s somewhere between excitement and cardiac arrest. I’ve been finding reasons not to tell Dax for years. He was sleeping with someone else. Then I was too scared. Then he started dating Brenna Crawford a year ago. But tonight is different. I can feel it. Dax and Brenna broke up four days ago, and he said he was completely done with her. Since then, he’s gotten more attentive, spending more time with me than before. Then, hours ago, he called me and said the words I’ve been replaying in my head ever since. “Come to the Athlete Mixer tonight, Raya. I have something important to tell you. Something I know

My chest is going to break open. My heart is beating too hard against it. Everyone is staring at me, waiting for my answer, including Dax. “No. I don’t have any feelings for Dax.” Somehow, my voice comes out steady and confident, like I’ve rehearsed this beforehand. I turn to Brenna. She’s watching me with narrowed eyes, trying to find any trace of the lie on my face. “You don’t have to worry about me, Brenna. Dax is completely yours.” “I know.” She smirks. “It’s not like you could ever take him from me anyway.” Dax looks uncomfortable with the entire exchange, but the minute she kisses his neck, he’s grinning at her, grabbing her close and sucking on her lips. The party resumes like nothing happened. Like I haven’t just been humiliated in the worst way. I can’t stay here. Not for another minute. Dax is too busy grinding on Brenna to notice when I slip away from the crowd and down the hallway. I push open the first washroom door I find, and luckily, it’s empty. The music dul

“How much do you want it, Soraya?” His voice is a low rasp against my skin. His mouth travels down the valley between my breasts, completely unhurried, his stubble scraping a path of fire over my ribs. Then lower and lower it goes. My back arches off the bed, my fingers twisting in the sheets. “Answer me,” he commands. “I want it,” I breathe. “I want it so bad.” “Then prove it.” “How?” I’m gasping. My whole body is trembling, aching. He lifts his head. Those icy gray eyes burn into mine. “Beg for it.” I don’t hesitate. I don’t think. “Please.” “Raya!” The loud voice yanks me out of the dream like a hand around my throat. My eyes fly open, blinking as the rays of morning light assault them. The first thing I realize is that my bedsheets are tangled around my legs and my skin is damp with sweat. The second thing I realize is that my hand is between my legs. My fingers are inside me. I rip them out like I’ve touched a hot stove. My heart is slamming, my face is on fire,