ICE (on hold)

ICE (on hold)

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Only when he starts making his way towards me do I begin to feel nervous. He stops just in front of me never breaking eye contact. With one hand he reaches out and touches my face. I flinch automatically. Reaching in his pocket he pulls out a wad of cash. Pulling out a hundred he runs it down my stomach tucking it on the side. With the next hundred he slides it down my stomach again but slower. This time, his hand goes into my G-string softly rubbing my pussy. I gasp taking a step back my eyes beyond wide. The man just smirks counting off seven more hundreds while raking his eyes over my body one final time. Laying the money on the stage he walked away. Due to events that happen in her past Ice had to do the one thing she knew would keep her alive. Strip. Keeping to herself while working at Lucky Charms things seem to be going well for her but what happens when a certain man demands to enter into her life. Will Ice allow him in or well she run for the hills?
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She felt the heat of his body at her back before she saw his hand. His fingers grazed her skin, just barely, as he found the zipper and slowly, so slowly, pulled it up. It wasn't just a zip. It was a claim. A warning. "I should break his nose for looking at you the way he did," he whispered at her ear. "But that wouldn't be enough." Her breath caught. He hadn't touched her, not really. But it felt like too much. Like he'd branded her. "And you," he went on, voice low, lips grazing the curve of her neck without touching, "walking around this place in nothing but that swimsuit... you knew what you were doing." She swallowed hard. "Maybe I did." His hands lingered at her waist, holding her in place. Possessive. Undeniable. "You like making me jealous," he said, voice husky. "But just remember, Chloe... jealousy makes me dangerous." ***Content Warning*** This story contains mature themes including sexual content, emotional manipulation, morally complex relationships, cheating, and adult language. Reader discretion is advised RECOMMENDED FOR AGES 18+ Copyright Disclaimer © MaryRose 2025 This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, or distributed in any form without the author's express written permission.

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