Icebound Desire

Chapter 12: The Rival's Shadow

The next morning Anamika woke up in Siddharth’s arms. Her body was deliciously sore from last night’s intense session. Siddharth was still sleeping, one arm possessively wrapped around her waist. She smiled softly and tried to slip out of bed without waking him, but he pulled her back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he murmured, voice husky with sleep, and kissed her neck.

“I have to go back to my room before someone sees,” she whispered.

Siddharth groaned but let her go after one deep kiss. “Tonight again. My room.”

Anamika quickly dressed and sneaked back to her room, her heart full of butterflies.

Later that day during afternoon practice, the entire team was present. Karan was in an unusually good mood. While Siddharth was busy with the coach, Karan came over to Anamika who was clicking photos from the side.

“Hey Anamika,” he said with a charming smile. “Can I see some of the shots?”

As she showed him the camera screen, Karan leaned closer than necessary and said in a low voice, “You know… you look really familiar. Were you in St. Xavier’s last year?”

Anamika froze. Her face went pale.

Karan’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Wait… you’re the same Anamika, right? Rohan’s ex-girlfriend. f**k, small world. Rohan was my best friend. He told me a lot about you.”

Anamika’s hands started shaking. Rohan was her ex — the guy who had emotionally abused her, cheated on her, and leaked her private photos to his friends when she broke up with him. Karan was part of that same circle.

Before she could say anything, Siddharth noticed them talking and skated over aggressively.

“What the f**k is going on?” Siddharth asked in a dangerous tone, glaring at Karan.

Karan smirked. “Nothing man. Just catching up with an old friend’s ex. Rohan still talks about her sometimes, you know. Said she was quite wild in bed.”

That was the last straw.

Siddharth’s face turned red with rage. He grabbed Karan by the jersey and pushed him hard. “Stay the f**k away from her. If I see you talking to her again, I’ll break your f*****g legs.”

The coach had to intervene to stop the fight. Practice ended early because of the tension.

That night Siddharth messaged Anamika to come to his room. The moment she entered, he locked the door and pushed her against it, kissing her roughly, almost angrily.

“He touched you with his eyes,” Siddharth growled between kisses. “That bastard talked about you like you’re some cheap slut. You’re mine. Only mine.”

He didn’t wait. He pulled off her clothes in seconds and threw her on the bed. This time there was no slow build-up. He was pure jealous beast.

He spread her legs wide and buried his face in her p***y, licking and sucking like he wanted to erase any other man’s memory. Anamika moaned loudly, her hands in his hair.

“Sid… ahh… slow down…”

But he didn’t. He pushed two fingers inside her while sucking her c**t hard. Within minutes she came on his tongue, shaking violently.

Siddharth climbed on top, lined up his thick c**k and slammed inside her in one hard thrust. Anamika cried out in pleasure and pain.

He f****d her hard and deep in missionary, pinning her wrists above her head.

“Say you’re mine,” he growled, pounding her mercilessly.

“I’m yours… Siddharth… only yours!” she moaned.

He flipped her into doggy style, grabbed her hair and f****d her even harder, spanking her ass red. The sound of skin slapping and her wet p***y taking his c**k filled the room.

“Tell me whose c**k you want,” he demanded, reaching around to rub her c**t.

“Yours… only your c**k… f**k me harder Sid please!”

Anamika came again, screaming his name. Siddharth didn’t stop. He kept f*****g her through her orgasm until he buried himself deep and filled her p***y with thick hot c*m.

Even after cumming he stayed inside her, breathing heavily, hugging her from behind.

“No one else gets to look at you like that,” he whispered possessively. “I’ll destroy anyone who tries to hurt you again.”

Anamika, still recovering from the intense f**k, just nodded. But deep down she was scared — scared of how fast things were moving and scared of the secrets both of them were hiding.