ICE BOUND OBSESSION
"So your plan was just to fuck me and what?"
The words scrape out of my throat as the file sliped from my hands.
"I was just a freaking lab rat to you?" Aiden's jaw tightens, and for the first time since I've known him, there is no smirk, no cocky remark, no infuriating confidence that makes me want to punch him and kiss him at the same time.
He just stands there looking completely defeated, and somehow that hurts more than if he had laughed in my face.
"Kieran..." The sound of my name almost cracks something inside me, but I force myself to hold his gaze.
"Tell me the truth" My voice comes out rougher than I intend.
I want him to tell me the files are wrong, that I didn't just hand him my heart only to discover he was holding a knife the entire time.
"You don't know the whole story." The words settle heavily between us, and a cold dread crawls through my chest because if this isn't the whole story.
I used to think my biggest problem was Aiden Voss; the rival hockey captain who got under my skin…my childhood crush.
The guy I couldn't stop thinking about.. until he kissed me, and my world came crashing down in the most dramatic way possible.
What started as an obsession became a secret. What became a secret turned into an addiction. Somewhere between stolen moments, jealousy-fueled arguments and a twenty-one days challenge that was supposed to prove a point, I stopped seeing Aiden as my rival and started seeing him as the one person I couldn't live without.
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Content is Rated 18+
This is an explicit erotic BDSM novella\short story intended for mature audiences only.
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Chapter: chapter threeChapter ThreeAiden's POVThe bell above the café door chimed softly as I stepped inside, carrying the scent of rain in with me. Damien was already seated in our usual booth beside the window, one hand wrapped around a mug of black coffee while the fingers of the other tapped absently against the ceramic. Most people would've called him patient, but I knew better. Damien only tapped when something occupied too much space in his head, and judging by the untouched croissant sitting beside his cup, he'd been waiting long enough for his coffee to start going cold.His eyes found mine the second I reached the table, travelling over my face with quiet precision before settling there as though he were reading words no one else could see."You're late."I slipped into the seat opposite him and reached for the cup the waitress had already placed in front of me. "By a few minutes.""Twelve."A smile tugged at my mouth. "You've been counting.""I've been waiting.""You make me sound important."
Last Updated: 2026-07-16
Chapter: chapter twoChapter two Kieran's povMy gaze drifted over him before I could stop it, lingering just long enough to catch the lazy confidence written across his face. Water still clung to his skin, sliding over the dark tattoo coiled around his chest before disappearing beneath the towel hanging low on his hips. Everything about him radiated the same effortless arrogance that had haunted my thoughts for three miserable weeks, and somehow, standing this close to him again only made it worse."So..." I scoffed, forcing my eyes away from him. "Apart from being a jackass and Northcrest's captain... you're also into men."One dark eyebrow lifted, amusement flickering across his face. "That surprises you?""I just didn't expect it."He shrugged as though we were discussing the weather instead of the scene that had refused to leave my head."Why?" The corner of his mouth curved into that infuriating smile. "Am I not good enough to fuck a man?"I rolled my eyes and turned toward my locker, refusing to g
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Chapter: chapter oneChapter oneKieran's povThree weeks before Game night I pushed open the wrong door, the bass from the club still thudding behind me, then I stopped in my tracks. “Beg for it, you filthy little whore,” Aiden growled, voice low and rough. “Please, Sir…fuck, please wreck me,” the stripper gasped. His wrists were locked high in leather cuffs hanging from a ceiling hook, his body arched and glistening with sweat under the red lights. A guy with a black tie was pressed tight behind him, driving into him with slow, powerful thrusts that made the chains rattle. I should have backed out immediately. Instead, my feet stayed rooted. “Louder,” The same guy ordered, slapping the stripper’s ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. “Tell the whole club how much you love being my personal cum-dump.” He slammed in deeper, burying himself completely. “Yes…Sir! Wreck me! Ruin my slutty hole!” the stripper cried out, voice breaking. “I’m your dirty whore, your toy…please choke me while you break
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