“It’s a shame it’s only going to be ninety-nine percent effective now. The only thing I want to do with you, pretty boy, is kick your ass on the ice,” she whispers. I swallow and try to get my bearings. She’s so close, and I fucking love it. “You think I’m pretty?” “You would only hear that part, wouldn’t you?” “Is ice play some sort of kink of yours?” “God, no.” She takes a step away, but I want her to come back. “I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted you’re hitting on me.” “Flattered,” I blurt. “Definitely flattered.”
We love a confient queen
