Black Ice: A Standalone Enemies to Lovers Romance

by Mickey Miller

  “Do you really hate me?” I had to know.

  Shane chuckled, his voice a deep villainous sounding rumble.

  “I do. I did. I do,” he seemed like he was struggling with the difference in present and past tense. “But I also care about you. A lot. For reasons I can’t even understand.”

  He kissed me again, those same feral lips that went down on me yesterday with no mercy.

  “You want this, don’t you,” he growled, biting my ear.

  An expanding feeling warmed my chest.

  “Yes.”

  “What do you want?”

  “Everything.”

  “With who?” He smirked. I hated that he knew, but he still wanted to hear me say it out loud.

  “With you.”

  “How hard do you want it?”

  I pulled back and looked at him. His eyes were so intense, I had to look down. “Very,” I said.

  He brushed my hair behind my ear. “I knew you were naughty from the moment I laid eyes on you.”

  “I’m not naughty,” I quipped back. “I’m a virgin.”

  “Not for long,” he growled.

  I licked my lips, feeling hypersensitive to everything about this moment.

  He kissed me again, then lifted me up and carried me by my thighs.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “I’m on birth control,” I whispered in his ear, and bit it a little, which made him grunt.

  “Good,” he gritted out.

  Once we were upstairs to his room, he laid me out on his bed.

  “I just have one more question before we do this.” His voice was low, and I could hear the sound of his belt buckle clinking as he took it off of his jeans.

  “Which is?”

  “Do you want to be fucked like a good girl for your first time?” He leaned in, caressed my cheek, then slid his hand down to my ass and slapped it. “Or a dirty little whore?”

  “Please,” I murmured. “Just do it. I don’t want to wait any more.”

  He chuckled, leaning back into the light coming from the window. “You’re an incredibly confusing woman, do you know that? Not an hour ago you were literally trying to escape this place like.”

  “An eleven on the crazy scale, just like you said.”

  “So, just what would you like me to do, exactly? Tell me.”

  When I didn’t respond instantly, he added, “I’m not going to do anything unless you tell me what you want.”

  His hand slid over my wet clit. “Are you scared?”

  I swallowed. “A little.”

  “Because we’ve known each other less than a week as adults.”

  I nodded. “That’s part of it.”

  “And what’s the other part?” He held eye contact with me while he took off his jeans, then his briefs. The sight of him totally naked made my heart race. He was a beautifully rugged man with hypnotic eyes.

  “You get shy when you’re nervous,” he added, caressing my hair. “I can see why. I did cuff you up last night. And I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again if I think it’s for your own good. I get why you ran, though. Fuck, you must feel so alone in this town, with no one you really know. Great escape artistry, by the way. If I tie you up again, I’ll make sure you really can’t make it out.”

  “You’re alone too.” The words seemed to sneak out of me. He was reacting to them before I even processed what I had said.

  “How do you figure?”

  My heart hammered as I lie back on the bed. “You don’t belong here and you know it. You should be playing professional hockey.”

  His expression tightened. “What are you talking about?”

  So he was going to play dumb. “I saw the letter. About the offer to play professional hockey.”

  His eyes widened, then landed on the letter the scout had given him on his desk. “You read the letter.”

  “I did. Ohhh…”

  The tip of his finger pressed harder onto my clit, causing bolts of heat to rush through me.

  “Are you always so disobedient?”

  “I’ve never liked to obey.”

  He nodded. “We’ll talk about the letter. Jesus, Florida.” He bit his lower lip. “I’ve got enough reasons to hate you right now. And part of me still does. But that’s what’s going to make this so much fun.”

  Positioning himself in front of my spread legs, he ran the tip of his cock along my opening, back and forth.

  “Is it going to hurt?” I asked.

  He snorted. “How the hell should I know?”

  “You’ve fucked before.”

  “I don’t know what the girl is feeling, though.”

  “You’ve never fucked a virgin?”

  “No. Congratulations, Natalie.” The way he said my name Natalie was the way a high school teacher says to a student they’ve caught cheating on a test. “You’re my first virgin.”

  His cock pressed further inside me and I clenched around his hard length.

  “I’m in. Holy shit, you’re tight, Natalie.”

  “I know.”

  “You’re tense.”

  “Very.”

  “Open your eyes.”

  I opened them but my gaze was facing to the side. He gripped my chin with his thumb and forefinger and made me look him in the eye.

  “Relax. How does it feel?”

  I took a deep breath. “Feels…good.”

  “No pain?”

  “Just a little. But you’re all the way in?”

  He chuckled again. “Touch yourself,” he commanded in a low, gravelly voice.

  “You’re not?”

  “You’re not touching yourself like I asked. I want you to do it exactly like you do when no one’s watching.”

  I slid a hand down to my clit, pressed into my slick nub, and felt the warm currents of pleasure surge through me.

  When I looked down, I could see him thrusting in and out of me shallowly. It was clear he wasn’t all the way in yet.

  “You tell me if I need to stop,” he said, seeing my reaction. His big hand caressed my cheek. Slowly, I felt him push deeper inside me. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you slow first. And then I’m going to fuck you really, really hard.”

  The hair on the back of my neck stood up when he said that. I could feel his hot, rough hands wrapping around my ass, holding me. Gripping me. Owning me.

  “Yes, please,” I nodded, my eyes rolling up in the back of my head as he plunged deeper inside of me. “Give it to me.”

  When he finally buried himself inside me, it was like a pleasure bomb had just exploded in my core. I pulled my hands around to his back and dragged my nails.

  I wanted him to know the same pain with pleasure experience I was having. See if he’d react.

  I saw his eyes widen in recognition. I thought he might get angry, but instead he just said, “Yes. Dig in as deep as you want.”

  “Oh my God, Shane,” I moaned, noticing that I’d drawn blood when I took my finger off of him.

  He just snickered in a low growl. “You think you can hurt me, Natalie?”

  My eyes fixed on his gaze made of steel. I purred as he thrust as deep as he could go, then held himself inside.

  He continued, “Maybe you don’t understand that I like the pain. Like you. You like it, don’t you?”

  A crack on the side of my ass with his right palm sent a shiver up my side.

  “Yes,” I moaned, writhing. “I like it.”

  “What do you like more, when I spank you, or feeling my cock in your tight little pussy?”

  He pinned my hands down to the bed with his. My mind was becoming foggier with pleasure every second. I could feel my orgasm rising. I wanted to respond to him, but thinking was difficult.

  My fogged brain must have showed, because he thrust extra hard into me, causing me to gasp.

  “When I ask a question, Dollface, I expect an answer.”

  “You…inside…better,” I mewled. I was grimacing, not fro
m the pain, which had subsided, but from how much pleasure was exploding inside me.

  “That’s more like it. Jesus, you feel good, Natalie…”

  His words became mush, his voice dissipated into gravelly growls. He fucked me in missionary so long that I lost track of time.

  The first orgasm came on slow, at first. I felt his weight on top of me, his thickness as he slid in and out of me, his hands wrapping mine up in his. The slapping together of our sweaty bodies, the ultimate contrast to the freezing cold outside.

  I screamed clumsily as my pleasure took over, pulsing through me with a power equal to the man who had given it to me.

  That is to say: strong, rough, and uncontrollable.

  “I’ve never come like that,” I muttered in its wake, and he slowly pulled out of me.

  “Well you’ve never been fucked like that.”

  “I’ve never been fucked at all.”

  “Now you have.”

  A strange sensation rolled through me. Not shame or guilt, just the realization being felt throughout my body that I’d finally been with a man.

  “And we’re not done. Not by a long shot.”

  “We’re not?”

  “Turn over.”

  I got on my hands and knees, feeling him run his palm over the skin of my ass.

  The first crack of his palm on my ass cheek rippled pain through me and I moaned.

  Fisting my ponytail, he jerked my head toward him and kissed my neck so hard I knew he would leave a mark.

  “You know, Natalie,” he growled. “I might have this crazy attraction to you. But part of me—yes, there’s a part of me that will always hate you. Logically I can’t blame you just for being born, to the family you were. But that doesn’t change those feelings deep down inside me.”

  I furrowed my brow. Was he really having this conversation right now?

  “Dammit, Shane, will you shut up about that right now and fuck me?”

  His jaw dropped. “Is that how you really feel?”

  I nodded. “I don’t care how you feel about me. Right now I need you to…”

  Another crack landed on my ass, this one so hard it forced a rush of adrenaline through me and killed whatever train of thought I’d had.

  “Don’t tell me what to fucking do, Dyno.”

  Another smack, this time on the other cheek.

  Harder.

  I swallowed. Glancing behind me, I saw his hard cock throb.

  “Don’t move,” he seethed. “Keep your eyes forward, on the bed post.”

  I heard metal clink together, and my heart raced. I heard his footsteps on the wood floor as he came around to the top of the bed. I didn’t dare look anywhere but forward.

  “You want me to forgive you for what your family has done to mine? Well I’ve got some anger I need to get out constructively, or I’m afraid it’s just going to keep stewing. I thought taking your virginity might soften me. It hasn’t happened.”

  I gulped. I wanted to say so many things in that moment.

  That I wasn’t scared of him.

  That I could take whatever punishment he could give me, and worse.

  That I’d fantasized about something like this since I had first stolen one of my mother’s romance novels and figured out how to masturbate.

  But nothing came out. I just held steady, saying nothing, keeping my eyes forward.

  “Angry. I’ve been angry my whole life. Hockey is the only thing that seems to ever soothe me. But you, Natalie, you soothe me too. You rile me up and make feelings that have been buried for too long rise to the surface. There’s really only one way to make all of this right. I’m about to take my anger out on you, right now.”

  He threaded the handcuffs through the metal pole at the top of the bed’s headboard, then clicked the handcuffs into place on my wrists.

  They were tight, this time. There’d be no way I could escape.

  He circled back around behind me, and slid one finger slowly up my inner thigh.

  I shuddered as he arrived at my opening.

  “Your beautiful cunt is a puddle right now. What does that say about you?”

  “I…I don’t know.”

  “Yes, you do know. Stop acting.”

  He landed another smack on my ass, which sent a jolt of adrenaline through me.

  “It says, everything I’m telling you right now is turning you on. You answered, both, when I asked you that question. But that’s not what you wanted, was it?”

  “I didn’t know,” I said.

  “What do you mean, didn’t know?”

  “I mean, how would I know what I want if I’ve never tried it?”

  He laughed, and I felt his hard tip teasing around my opening.

  “That’s actually…not a bad fucking answer, Natalie.”

  “Does it get me enough points for you to fuck me?”

  “Not an hour, ago, you were a virgin trying to run from me. Now you’re begging for my cock. Tsk. Tsk. No one likes someone who’s wishy washy.”

  He could sense impatience building inside me. Two more blows, one on each cheek, made my toes curl.

  “But then again, you are a ten. And you’re taking this like a very good girl right now. I just have one question.”

  “What’s that?”

  “How is my cock going to feel in your pussy from behind? Do you think you can take it?”

  Without another word, he slid his cock inside my pussy.

  “Of course you can. You’re my beautiful, crazy, virgin slut. Aren’t you?”

  “Oh God,” I moaned. I closed my eyes.

  The feel of his hips slamming into my tanned ass was too much for me to bear. I came almost immediately.

  Reaching a hand around to my clit, he fingered me as he fucked me from behind. The metal of the handcuffs occasionally clanked against the poles at the top of the bed. The cold, mechanical noise contrasted with the human noises of our bodies slamming together.

  I did still hate Shane, in a way.

  I hated that he knew exactly how to give me the greatest pleasure I’d ever received. Hated that this was my first time. I had a feeling the bar was being set unreasonably high.

  Through the hate I could feel this invigorating, caring man, though. He’d saved me yesterday, for goodness sake!

  He might be punishing me because he cared about me.

  And then the madness started. He grabbed my hips harder than he had been doing, slammed into me faster and deeper, then pulled my hair, wrapped a hand around my neck.

  “Your tight little pussy is about to make me come,” he growled.

  I moaned uncontrollably.

  Then I could feel him twitching inside me.

  A few moments later he slid out of me, and we lay on the bed breathing.

  It was a little awkward with my hands still cuffed, but we passed out as he cuddled me from the side.

  22

  Natalie

  I wasn’t sure how long we’d been napping when we woke up. The sky outside was dark already. Shane uncuffed me from the head of the bed and I let out a purr. I nuzzled into him, relieved at the full mobility of my arms now.

  Downstairs, Shane made us some hot chocolate, and if I hadn’t known the man sitting in front of me had plotted revenge against my family, I might have thought of the night as extremely romantic.

  In contrast to last night, I didn’t touch him, sitting criss cross style on the side of the couch opposite him.

  “I still feel like I don’t have everything straight about what you’ve told me.”

  He took a deep breath and started.

  “When we were little, my father used to make a hockey rink out of the back yard. Louisa and I just thought it was normal. We would play hockey against each other until the sun disappeared, and then we’d put lights up and keep playing. She was pretty good,”

  “For a girl,” I inserted automatically.

  “You said it, I didn’t. I loved playing with her. Anyways, she was always more of a tomboy growi
ng up.”

  “I was too,” I said. “At least when I lived in Black

  Mountain.”

  “I know. That’s why you two got along. When you left...she always wondered why you never got in touch.” My heart sank.

  “I was an idiot. I thought--”

  “It doesn’t matter anymore. I’m saying all this so that you know Louisa and I were close. Some siblings aren’t, but she was a good friend to me.”

  He cleared his throat and took a sip of hot chocolate.

  “When our father died, I was seventeen and Louisa was sixteen. We both took it hard. To cope, we started drinking—hard stuff. All the time. It was bad. Once we both stayed out all night at a party, then showed up drunk to school the next day. I was on the brink of getting kicked off the hockey team. We just didn’t care. Our mom was out of the house, working to make up for the fact that the breadwinner had just died and we were about to get kicked out of the house from the lack of insurance payment by Toft Corps. They’d called the accident ‘an act of God,’ so there wasn’t going to be any payout. It was fucking crazy. On top of that, you never got in touch with Louisa after you went to Florida. It all seemed like some giant conspiracy. We were lost.” “Fuck,” I muttered.

  “So Louisa and I kept on like that, drinking and we even started messing around with some harder drugs. Coke, meth, anything we could get our hands on. We just wanted to numb out, and stop feeling the pain. Our mom was drinking too, to cope, and she barely cared or noticed. As far as we could see, there was no point to anything anymore. Life, anything. I thought about suicide...we felt hopeless.”

  “I’m so sorry,” I said, leaning forward and giving him a hug. His body felt warm pressed against me.

  “So one night, a night not too different from tonight, I’m out with the guys doing some sort of dumb shenanigans. I get a call from a friend at a different party saying my sister is drunk and wants to drive home but he thinks she shouldn’t. Louisa ends up driving home anyway, her car falls into a ditch, and with how big the storm was, we didn’t find her until days later.”

  Shane’s eyes welled up.

  “I haven’t done any drugs since then. I worry if I do, it’ll be the one time something bad happens to someone I love. I have the occasional drink but that’s all.” His eyes flashed over at me.