Icebound Desire

Chapter 8: Jealous Beast

The next morning Anamika woke up feeling confused and strangely excited. The video call with Siddharth last night had been the wildest thing she had ever done. She still remembered how his thick c**k looked while he stroked it, and how hard she had c*m while moaning his name. Her face turned red just thinking about it.

She reached the university rink for the regular practice session. Today there was a joint practice with the boys’ and girls’ teams for some upcoming mixed event. Anamika started clicking photos as usual.

Siddharth arrived looking as hot and arrogant as ever. But today his eyes immediately searched for her. When he saw her, a small possessive smirk appeared on his face. During a break he skated close to the boards where she was standing.

“Last night was fun, wasn’t it?” he whispered so only she could hear. “You sounded so f*****g sexy when you came for me.”

Anamika blushed hard and looked around to make sure no one heard. “Sid… not here.”

Before Siddharth could say anything more, Karan — one of the other strong players on the team and Sid’s biggest rival — skated over. Karan was tall, good-looking, and had a charming smile that many girls liked.

“Hey Anamika, right?” Karan said with a bright smile. “I saw some of your shots from yesterday’s match. You’re really talented. If you ever need help with angles or want to practice shooting action scenes, I can help you anytime.”

He gave her a friendly wink.

Anamika smiled politely. “Thank you. That’s nice of you.”

Siddharth’s expression changed instantly. His jaw tightened and his eyes became dark. He skated between them, almost pushing Karan aside with his shoulder.

“She doesn’t need your help, Karan,” Siddharth said in a cold, dangerous voice. “She’s the team photographer. She’ll take shots of whoever I tell her to.”

Karan raised an eyebrow, amused. “Relax Beast. I was just being friendly.” He looked at Anamika again. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?” Then he skated away.

Siddharth turned to Anamika, his body tense with anger. He grabbed her wrist lightly but firmly and pulled her a little behind the boards where fewer people could see them.

“You smiled at him,” he said in a low, jealous growl. “Did you like the way he was looking at you? Like he wants to f**k you?”

Anamika’s eyes widened. “Sid… he was just being nice. Why are you acting like this?”

Siddharth pushed her gently against the wall, his tall muscular body almost covering hers. “Because you’re mine to look at. Mine to make wet. Mine to make c*m. No one else gets to flirt with you. Understand?”

His hand slid down to her waist and squeezed possessively. Anamika’s breath hitched. Even though his jealousy scared her a little, it also turned her on badly. She could feel herself getting wet again.

“Sid… someone might see,” she whispered, but she didn’t push him away.

He leaned down, his lips almost touching her ear. “Tonight I want another video call. And this time you’ll show me everything. I want to see you spread that p***y and f**k yourself thinking only about me. Not about Karan or anyone else. You belong to the Beast now, Anamika.”

He stepped back just as the coach called the team back to practice. But before leaving he gave her one last intense look that made her knees weak.

The rest of the practice Anamika kept feeling Siddharth’s eyes on her. Every time Karan came near her for photos, Siddharth would do something aggressive on the ice — hitting harder, skating faster — like he was marking his territory.

That evening, after practice, Anamika received a message.

Siddharth:

Jealousy doesn’t look good on me, does it? But I don’t care. You made me like this. Tonight at 12. Video call. Be ready with your legs spread. I’m going to make you forget Karan’s name while you c*m screaming mine.

Anamika stared at the message, her heart racing and her p***y throbbing with fresh need.

She was slowly losing control… and she was starting to like it.