Tempting The Ice King

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KYREN'S POV

I was still in the middle of a lecture when I received her message.

Hailey: Meeting Logan at the hospital on campus.

My blood turned to ice as soon as I read those words. Without thinking twice, I found myself rushing through the door. Heads curiously turned in my direction, but I paid them no mind.

I needed to get to that hospital. My jaw clenched as the thought of something happening to her crossed my mind.

The doors to the lecture hall slammed shut behind me. Loud footsteps echoed behind me. I reached the parking lot within seconds.

When I turned around, I found Josh and Emmett standing behind me. Jia came running up to us, clutching her books to her chest.

Josh was the first one to speak. "What happened?" He asked, his hands clenching into fists.

"This is about Hailey, isn't it?" Jia knowingly questioned. "She's been acting weird lately. I'm coming with you," she pointedly stated, her tone leaving no room for argument.

She jumped into the backseat of my car without permission.

"Where are we heading?" Emmett asked, his grip tightening on the hockey stick in his hand.

"The hospital," I blankly announced before jumping into my car.

I drove straight to the hospital, parking my car in the parking lot. We jumped out of the car and headed into the empty building.

The hospital was quiet. The kind of quiet that made you feel like even breathing was a mistake.

For a second, the sound of our boots and Jia's high heels clicking against the cold hospital floors became the only sound.

Hailey's scream was the first thing I heard. It pierced through the cool air inside the hospital. I rushed down the hallway.

She stepped out of the janitor's room, bumping into my chest. She paused, then tightly wrapped her arms around me. Her entire body was trembling with fear, and it made me see red.

My gaze fixated on the janitor. He lay on the ground, groaning in pain. My eyes flicked to the bruises on Hailey's neck.

He touched her.

"Hailey, go with Jia. And no matter what you hear or see, don't call 911. I'll be right there," I told her, my voice barely above a whisper.

I stepped into the janitor's room. Josh and Emmett followed me inside, and the door shut behind us with a soft click.

I leaned down, dragged him up by his collar and slammed him against the wall. I didn't let go. I kept him there, glued to the wall.

"Kyren?" Emmett called, pointing around the room.

The walls were covered with pictures of Hailey. In some pictures, she was getting dressed, sleeping, walking to school, and practicing.

I drove my fist into his gut, then my knee into his face as he bent forward. The sound of his nose cracking under my knee filled the room.

"Where did you get these pictures?" I asked, roughly wrapping my hand around his chin.

"I didn't take them. They're not mine," he spat. Blood ran from his nose, dripping down his chin and onto his uniform.

I let him go to run a frustrated hand through my hair. He dropped to the ground. His shoulders were slumped, and his head weakly fell forward.

I knelt in front of him. "Are you saying you have an accomplice?" I questioned, smirking in disbelief.

He didn't answer. He kept his gaze locked to the ground. I got up and slowly walked up to Emmett. "Make him talk."

Emmett didn't hesitate. He pulled the janitor back on his feet before driving his foot into his ribcage.

"Drop the act. You had enough energy to strangle Hailey. Keep that same energy with me," Emmett seethed through his teeth.

That was all the permission he needed. I watched as the janitor got back on his feet, fists raised.

He grabbed a baseball bat from behind him, swinging it in Emmett's direction. Josh stepped up, slamming his fist into the janitor's jaw.

I let them handle him, stomp on him while I ripped the pictures from the walls. I didn't stop until all of it was gone.

"Take him to The Pit. Leave him for death," I coldly commanded. "Who knows, maybe he'll crawl his way out," I added before wordlessly leaving the room.

I left the hospital, stuffing the pictures of Hailey in my car, so nobody else could see them.

Then, I spotted her. She was sitting under a tree with Jia. I walked over to them, and Hailey jumped up from where she had been sitting.

"I'll see you later," she whispered to Jia before making her way over to me. "Are we going to the police station?"

I grabbed her arm, pulling her toward the parking lot. I opened the passenger side door, and she frowned at me.

"Are you mad at me?" She questioned in confusion. "Kyren?"

"Get in the car, Hailey," I pointedly stated.

She didn't argue. She wordlessly slid onto the passenger seat, and I shut the door behind her. I jumped in behind the steering wheel before speeding down the road.

The silence in the car was a physical thing. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel. The image of those bruises on her neck was burned into my memory.

He touched her. He put his hands on her.

I didn't look at her as I parked. I heard her door open and close, her hesitant footsteps as she followed me to the elevator.

The ride up to our floor was agony. I could smell her fear. The apartment door clicked shut behind us, and I finally turned to look at her.

She stood by the door, her arms wrapped around herself. Her eyes, wide and unsure, were now locked on me.

“Kyren, talk to me,” she whispered.

Talk? I couldn’t talk. Words were useless. I needed to feel. To claim. To wipe the memory of any other hands from her skin.

I closed the distance between us in two strides. My hands came up to cradle her face. I crushed my mouth to hers.

Our mouths collided in a hard, punishing kiss. She whimpered into my mouth, her hands tangling in my shirt, pulling me closer.

I walked her backwards until her shoulders hit the wall near the kitchen.

I broke the kiss, both of us panting. "You scared me," I rasped. My hands went to the waistband of her leggings, yanking them and her panties down in one violent motion. "You made me f*****g terrified."

I dropped to my knees. The sight of her delicate folds made my c**k ache. I didn't tease. I hooked her left leg over my shoulder, opening her wide for me.

"Look at me," I commanded, my eyes locking with hers from between her legs.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen. She looked down, her gaze hazy with lust.

I brought my right hand up, my index finger finding her c**t. "Do you feel this?" I asked, my voice coming in a low rasp.

She nodded, too distracted by my closeness to form any words.

"Use your words, Princess."

"Yes," she breathed. "I feel it."

"Good." I began to move, my finger making slow circles around the sensitive bud. Her hips jerked. "This is mine. This throbbing, wet little piece of you… It belongs to me. It comes for me." I leaned closer, my lips brushing her inner thigh. "Tell me."

"It’s yours, I'm yours," she moaned, her head falling back against the wall with a soft thud.