Icebreaker Spicy Chapter Novels & Stories

Don't be shy to comment song recommendations too that you think could fit this story. Spicy Index: Jump to these chapters if you’re here for the smut: 1. Chapter 13 - A Clash of Power, the Fierce Beast and the CunningFox 2. Chapter 14 – The Beast’s Brutal Punishment 3. Chapter 27 Part II – Two Lovers Under the Starry Night Sky 4. Chapter 89 Part II – Phase 2: Settling Second Thoughts 5. Chapter 94 – This is home

Harper POV I don’t plan to go to the Ice House. I just… end up there. It starts with me walking to clear my head. Then I realize I’m not heading back to the sorority. Then I realize my feet are very definitely taking me in one very specific direction. And then I turn the corner and see it. The Ice House is lit up like a stadium after a championship. Music thumps through the walls. People are everywhere. Cars lining the street. Someone is yelling. Someone is laughing. Someone is definitely already drunk.

The frequency slipped through steel and bulletproof layers alike, drilling directly into human nervous systems. Men staggered. One security officer dropped to a knee and clawed at his ears. It felt like blunt saw blades grinding through the inside of his skull. The Leviathan shook. A deep impact rolled up from beneath the ship. Then came another. And another. The icebreaker groaned under the pressure. Below the frozen waterline, massive tentacles surged upward through shattered ice. Dark brown. Covered in hooked barbs and slick rows of suction discs. Each one thicker than a subway tunnel.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 3 𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒~~ 𝑖𝑣𝑦𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠 Sophia

He followed a second later, spilling inside me with a low groan. We collapsed together on the desk, breathing hard, sweat dripping down our wet bodies. I felt some liquid touch my cheek. When I looked up, I saw that Mr. Sinclair was now close to me, wet cream shooting from his cap. I brought my tongue out and his sloppy dick slid into my mouth. I licked his cap clean, swallowing his cum. When he was satisfied he stood back, tucking himself back into his slacks. "Well," he said with a chuckle. "That was certainly an interesting way to end the workday."

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 57: The Point of No Return “Baby girl... why aren’t you ending the call?” Greg’s voice cuts through her like ice, slicing straight into the molten chaos she’s sinking in. It jolts her, hard, yanking her out of the reverie she’s been drowning in—the one laced with forbidden pleasure and a darkness she can’t seem to pull herself from. Her breath hitches. For a split second, reality crashes down on her chest like a weight, and she remembers where she is. What she’s doing.

Tongue tearer, chappy chopper( dick chopper), thumb screws, pear of anguish(jaw breaker), everything was stained with blood except the chappy chopper, implying that they had been used before on other people. Ivan tried to act tough from outside, that he wasn’t afraid of anything but deep down he was a human as well and humans fear pain. “Which one would you like to choose,” Adam touched all of the devices one by one. “Personally I prefer this one as It hasn’t been used before,” Adam said as he pulled out the chappy chopper. “But I’ll save the best for the last.” “Try me, Adam. I’m not fragile like your girl,” Ivan spat on the side showing that he didn’t care even if he was tortured to death.

cough "—this?!" I calmly took another bite, unbothered. The familiar burn of the spice settled comfortably across my tongue, sharp and soothing in an oddly reassuring way. "It’s spicy." "It’s like freaking lava!" Jeremy exclaimed. "My tongue is dying, help!" "It’ll survive." Jeremy clutched his drink like it was the antidote for poison, gulping it down as if his life depended on it. The plastic cup crumpled slightly under his grip, the ice inside rattling softly.

Like a little dog in heat. I close my eyes, my cheeks burning. —I... I'm not... — Shh. The feather disappears. Instead, something cold. Hard. An ice cube. I gasp as the cold hits me, sliding down my neck, leaving a damp trail that contrasts with the warmth of my skin. —K-Kael.....My voice is broken, trembling. The ice descends, tracing a path between my breasts, lingering on my hardened nipples before continuing its path towards my stomach. I arch my back despite myself, offering my body to this icy treatment, fingers gripping the marble beneath me.

"Ha, poor guy." I exhaled slowly through my nose, clenching and unclenching my fists. The sting in my cheek throbbed, but it was nothing compared to the pressure building in my chest. Eros tilted his head, watching me, the sneer never leaving his lips. He wanted a reaction. Something ugly. Something violent. Instead, I reached for the bottle he’d been drinking from, poured myself a shot, and downed it in one go. The burn spread through my throat, numbing something inside me.