บททั้งหมดของ The Ice King's Wild Obsession: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

~~SORAYA~~ My heart stops. Dax’s voice cuts through the door like a knife, and everything inside me freezes. Panic floods my veins so fast I feel dizzy. Does he know? Did someone see me come up here? I was so busy drowning in the hurt from the conversation I overheard that I didn’t even check if anyone was watching. I expect Cade to stop and pull out with Dax just behind the door. He doesn’t. Instead, he withdraws until only the thick tip of his dick is left inside me. Then he slams back in so deep my vision sparks. My eyes fly wide. I try to clamp my mouth shut, but a broken sound still spills out. I stare at him, silently demanding to know what the hell he’s doing, while my body betrays me all over again with every hard thrust. Another knock comes on the door, harder this time. “Cade. Open the damn door.” Cade doesn’t even glance toward the sound. The look in his eyes is pure heat, pure possession. He has no intention of stopping. He slows his pace, his th

"Raya, are you good?" Vicky asks, eyeing the crumpled cup still in my fist."Oh yeah. This one had a tear in it." I toss the destroyed cup and grab a fresh one.I glance back toward the corner booth. Cade's still there, his head tipped down to listen to whatever the girl with the glossy hair is saying, that same easy half-smile on his mouth.The same smile he gave me last night when he had me spread open on a cabinet.I suck in a breath. Why the hell am I even so irritated?It's not like I expected anything different. He's a fuckboy. That's the entire point of him, has been since the day I met him, long before he ever touched me in a bathroom I had no business walking into.Of course he'd sit there and flirt with other girls like last night never happened.I tear my eyes away, focusing on the espresso machine and nothing else. Two minutes later, my phone buzzes on the counter.I pick it up to find a text message.RED FLAG: Those two want to get a drink later. Thoughts?Yes, Red Flag.

The air rushes out of my lungs because two of his thick fingers feel like too much to take at once.I gasp, my knees buckling. Cade’s arm tightens around my waist, holding me upright while his fingers sink deeper.“Fuck,” he groans against my neck. “You’re so wet and so goddamn tight.”He starts moving them. Slow at first, then deeper, curling his digits at just the right angles to make me groan every time.“I’ve been dying to do this since you ran out of that bathroom. To make you come apart on my fingers. Do you want that, Red?”“Yes,” I whisper, breathless.He adds a third finger without warning. The stretch burns in the best way. My knees shake harder. Every thrust of his fingers sends sparks up my spine.Soon, I can feel the pressure building, sharp and inevitable.“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice filled with heat. “You’re already close, aren’t you? I can feel you fluttering around my fingers. Let go. Come for me.”“Cade!”I shatter.My walls clamp down hard around his fingers

Several seconds pass while I wait for Dax’s reaction, my heart pounding.I'm expecting surprise. Or maybe a flicker of something. Something I've only ever fantasized about seeing on his face.Then he laughs.“You? Seeing someone?” He shakes his head, grinning.The words hit me like a slap in the face.It isn't the laughter that gets me. It's the pure disbelief in his voice. Like the idea of another man wanting me is genuinely funny to him. Like I’m somehow beneath being chosen.Something inside me cracks.“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask, my voice frigid even to my own ears."Nothing. Shit, sorry." He holds up both hands, the grin sliding off his face. "I'm just surprised, that's all. I didn't mean it like that.""Then how did you mean it?""Raya, come on." He rubs the back of his neck. "I didn't mean anything. So you're serious? You're actually seeing someone?""Yes."He takes a moment, like he needs time to process the information I just dropped on him. “So who’s the guy?”My m

For a second, I think I've misheard her."I'm sorry," I say. "What?""Don't look at me like that, dear." She chuckles. "Every mother wants what's best for her children.""I'm really flattered you think so highly of me." My voice comes out thin. "But Dax doesn't love me."Renata tilts her head. "But you love him."The air leaves my lungs. I open my mouth to rebut. Nothing comes out. I shut it again."Calm down, dear." Renata pats my arm. "I've known for a long time. My son may be an oblivious idiot, bless him. He can't see what's standing right in front of him. But I've always seen."I want to ask how. I want to ask how many times she watched me across a dinner table or a hockey rink and silently put it together. How many times she saw me laugh too hard at his jokes or go quiet when Brenna walked in."It's never been up to me," I say finally. "Even if I do love him, it isn't enough. He loves Brenna.""Does he?" Renata's mouth flattens. "Or is he infatuated? That girl is charming. I'll