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“And besides maybe he was in a bad mood that day.” Beside them, Austin snorted. “Nah. Do you know what they call him? They call him the Ice King. Do you know why they call him that? Dude’s got no heart. He’s like borderline evil.” Cassie blanched. “The Ice King is Felix Callahan?” “Oh, so you’ve heard of the Ice King?” Diana asked. “Well yeah,” Cassie said. “I don’t live under a rock. I just didn’t know that the Ice King and Felix Callahan were the same people.” She lamented.

Since he only wore a long-sleeved shirt all his muscles were pretty much on display and sadly I must admit it wasn't the worst view. But like it happened with every hockey player it happened with this one as well. He ruined everything the second he opened his mouth. Why the hell would anyone call me princess? Like some on man! I am wearing a not-really-flattering pair of jeans and a hoodie that I'm sure has some spots of dirt on it. Give me a second to check. Yep. I found at least two flecks. So I was the furthest thing from a princess that ever existed. But did mister stupid care? No, he did not.

This time I held her up myself, taking up an icecube which I slowly inserted inside her soaking cunt. Her pussy swallowed the ice cube immediately and she shook, then let out a throaty moan. "You like that?" I rasped. She nodded. Like, really fucking nodded in affirmative. "You fucking slut." I growled and took up another ice cube which I slowly fucked her with this time. Then, I took out my dick and began to rub the length, up and down repeatedly until we were moaning together. When I was done with her clit, I took up another ice cube and rubbed her ass with it. She whimpered loudly in relief at the soothing sensation, then pushed her ass further into my hand.

Looking at this Ice King, Zephyr Khan's brows furrowed slightly. The king of ice king was an experienced king level disciple. Unlike the Black Shield King and the White Bone King that he had defeated, the other party's strength was enough to rank in the top three even among the king-level disciples. He could be said to be the top figure among the king-level disciples. Moreover, this person's icy aura was caused by his Ancient Draconic bloodline. He had an extremely rare ancient bloodline - the Frost Bloodline!

Famously emotionless. The media called him “The Ice King.” He was every bit as intimidating, as breathtakingly attractive, as the rumors suggested. His dark hair, almost black, fell perfectly, framing a chiselled jawline. His eyes, when they finally met hers, were the colour of glacial ice – piercing, unreadable, and utterly devoid of warmth. A shiver, completely unrelated to the cold air, ran down her spine. A slow, deliberate smirk curved his lips, a flash of white against his tanned skin that sent a fresh wave of fear through her. “You left without saying goodbye,” he said, his voice a low, resonant rumble that seemed to fill the vast office.

he asked, his voice cutting through the cold, empty rink like it belonged there. I whipped around, still clutching my bag, the weight of the moment settling in. "Like it? Are you kidding me? This is insane!" I gestured wildly at the expanse of ice. "You didn’t just rent this place—you basically bought my soul." But then my brain went quiet and the excitement toned down. "What’s the catch, Medici? There's always a catch with you?" He dodged my eyes. "Nothing." A smirk. I raised a brow. "No treat?"

“I am going to take the one thing you want more than anything on this ice.” I let that land. “The captaincy,” I said. “That is what you want. And that is exactly what I am going to take from you.” I turned and pushed off and skated away. Behind me Kai said nothing. But I had seen his face in the half second before I turned. The colour that had left it. The stillness that had replaced everything else.

It glowed with the kind of wealth that didn't know what it felt like to be hungry. The "Ice King" lived up there. Darian Volkov. I’d seen him on the news. He was the man who bought and sold companies like they were toys. He was the man who had everything while I was losing the only thing that mattered to me. I wondered if he ever had to choose between a bus pass and a sandwich. Probably not. Suddenly, a pair of bright, white headlights cut through the rain. They were blinding. A massive black town car, sleek and silent as a predator, sped toward the intersection. It was beautiful and terrifying. It didn't slow down for the giant puddle at the curb.

It lingered like smoke between crumbling walls, in narrow alleyways, and in the corners of the city where fear was not just an emotion but a permanent resident. He commanded armies of men who obeyed without hesitation. Her uncle was one of them. She had overheard enough late-night conversations to piece together fragments of the truth about him—cold, ruthless, untouchable. She hated men like that. People who built their empires on the misery of others, who took whatever joy someone had and disguised it under words like taxes or protection. The Ice King was the walking embodiment of everything she despised. Even the government kept their distance. The police? T

Standing in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by burning debris and the fallen forms of dozens of wild hunters, was a titan of frost. It stood twenty feet tall, a monstrous figure clad in thick plates of jagged, translucent blue ice that served as armor over a body made of black, compacted snow and ancient bedrock. Its broad face possessed no eyes, only a glowing crimson fissure that ran down its center, and in its massive right fist, it wielded a pillar of solid black ice wrapped in rusted iron chains. The Frost King.The prime apex of the forgotten horde, summoned from the deep glacier by Vespera's broken blood seal.