Chapter: PatheticDr. Denis held the examination room door open, and Luca slipped inside first, heart hammering against his ribs. Vittorio moved to follow, a solid wall of muscle and intent, but Luca spun on his heel and blocked the threshold with his body.“You can’t be in here while I’m naked.”Vittorio’s dark eyes narrowed. “I fuck you, Luca. I’ve seen every damn part of that body. There’s nothing to hide.”The crude words landed like a slap in the quiet hallway. Denis let out a sharp, forceful cough and muttered, “I’ll… give you a moment,” clearly wishing he could vanish into the floor.Luca’s face burned. “Seriously? Are we doing this right now—in front of him?”“Yes. We are.”Vittorio didn’t wait for permission. He scooped Luca up as if he weighed nothing, one arm hooked under his knees, the other bracing his back, and carried him straight into the room. The door clicked shut behind them with terrifying finality.Luca’s stomach dropped as Vittorio set him on the examination table and reached for
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Chapter: It's supposed to be an act.The door slammed shut behind Luca the instant he crossed the threshold. He sagged against the wood, spine sliding down until his knees hit the floor, chest heaving like he’d been punched in the ribs. His heart didn’t just ache; it twisted, sharp and vicious, in a way he had never felt before.He knew Vittorio could kiss whoever he wanted. The man owed him nothing. This whole thing between them was supposed to be smoke and mirrors—an act, a transaction, a convenient lie to keep Luca breathing. No strings. No tomorrow.So why did the image of Vittorio’s mouth on that woman burn behind Luca’s eyelids like acid? Why did the way Vittorio had looked up, calm and unbothered, feel like a blade sliding between his ribs?Luca pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes, but the tears came anyway. Hot, silent, traitorous. One slipped free and tracked down his cheek before he could stop it. He bit his lip hard enough to taste copper, but the sob still broke loose.He couldn’t unsee it. Couldn
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Chapter: Missing HimLuca’s bare feet slapped against the marble as he paced the long hallway for the tenth time that hour, each echo mocking the silence that swallowed the mansion whole. Vittorio Russo had vanished again. Three days since that last night—the one where Vittorio’s hands had gripped Luca so tight the bruises still bloomed purple on his hips, where their breaths had tangled hot and desperate until Luca thought he might drown in it. Then the storm broke. Vittorio had rolled off him, dressed without a word, and slammed the door behind him like Luca was yesterday’s mistake. He hadn’t returned. Not to the bedroom. Not even to glance in Luca’s direction.Every time Luca caught the low rumble of Vittorio’s voice drifting from some distant room, his pulse kicked hard. He’d bolt toward it, heart hammering against his ribs, lungs burning. But by the time he rounded the corner, the hallway stretched empty. Only the faint scent of expensive cologne lingered, taunting him.“Alex!” Luca had snapped on th
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Chapter: Weakness? Too expensive to afford.“What do you want?” Vittorio’s voice cut through the garden path, firm with authority and precision.Matteo simply smiled, raising one brow. “What do you think I want, brother?”Vittorio’s jaw tightened. He paced three steps away, then back again, the dislike plain in every rigid line of his shoulders. The air between them felt thick and old, like something that had been festering for years.Matteo glanced past Vittorio’s shoulder, as if searching for something—or someone—then let his gaze settle again. “I never had a doubt in your taste. He’s a pretty little thing. Perfect for people like us.” He licked his lips slowly, savoring the words as if the moment had already played out in his mind. “I’d like to get him.” A pause, deliberate. “I mean, when you’re done with him, of course.”Matteo laughed, low and easy.Vittorio didn’t.“He is mine,” Vittorio growled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest.Matteo nodded, still smiling. “Of course he is… for now.”Vittorio’s jaw tightened furthe
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Chapter: The Red DoorLuca woke slowly, the weight of his body sinking into a mattress that felt far too soft, far too large. Sunlight poured through tall windows he didn’t recognize, casting warm patterns across silk sheets that smelled faintly of Vittorio’s cologne — dark wood and something sharper, like smoke. This wasn’t his room. This room was twice the size, ten times more luxurious, with heavy drapes, a seating area by the fireplace, and a view of the gardens that stretched forever.He didn’t remember walking here. The last clear memory was the office desk, Vittorio’s hands on his hips, the third round leaving him boneless and gasping. Vittorio must have carried him afterward.Luca tried to sit up and immediately winced, a sharp ache blooming deep in his lower back and between his thighs. He hissed through his teeth, one hand instinctively pressing against his waist like a pregnant woman steadying herself. Vittorio had always been a beast in bed, never satisfied with three rounds. After the desk, he
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Chapter: Hunger and comfortVittorio stood by the tall glass wall of his office, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and sharp as he spoke to Ryan.“Under no circumstances does Luca hear about what happened to Nico tonight,” he said, each word clipped with steel. “If the boy finds out, he’ll lose his mind with worry. He won’t be able to give himself to me fully, and I won’t have that. Keep it quiet. Handle the cleanup and make sure the penthouse is locked down tighter than a vault.”He listened for a moment, then continued, tone softening just a fraction with satisfaction. “The kid is becoming… willing. I don’t even have to demand anymore. My ragazzo is ready whenever I want him. That’s how I want it to stay.”Vittorio gave a few more instructions — double the guards at the penthouse, extra detail on Nico whenever he left the building, and a handful of assignments for Ryan to handle at the Velvet Rope later that night. Business as usual, delivered with calm authority.He was still on the call when the door to hi
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Own You.
They swore to destroy each other. Then he whispered: "A deal is a deal. Tonight, you belong to me."
Hockey captains Damian Volkov and Sebastian Montgomery have been locked in a brutal three‑year rivalry. On the ice, they try to break each other. Off the ice, they trade threats in darkened hallways. But when Sebastian finally wins the championship with a bone‑crushing hit, he collects a secret debt Damian doesn't remember making.
That night, in the shadows of the locker room, Sebastian reveals a blood oath sworn on his father's grave: One day I'll own you. The price? One night of absolute surrender. No rules. No safe word.
Damian expects cruelty. Instead, Sebastian drags him to the abandoned rink where Damian's father used to beat him. He forces Damian to skate until his feet bleed—then bandages the wounds with unexpected gentleness. Every command is a twisted therapy. Every touch blurs the line between hatred and obsession.
But someone is watching. A blackmailer has a video of their most intimate moment. Damian's father is faking a stroke to manipulate him. And the journalist who shot them is just the beginning. As the league tries to ban them, as friends become enemies, as a bullet arrives with a note that says "Game seven. You're dead," Damian and Sebastian must decide: Is their bond a trap—or the only thing that can save them?
When hatred bleeds into obsession, who will be the first to surrender?
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Chapter: Final face offThe knife clattered across the ice, spinning in a lazy circle before coming to rest against the boards. Alex lay face down, his arms twisted behind his back, Sebastian's knee pressed between his shoulder blades. The whole thing had taken less than three seconds—the lunge, the deflection, the disarm, the pin. Sebastian's body had moved on instinct, the same instinct that had kept him alive on the ice for a decade.Damian stood frozen, his arm bleeding, his heart hammering. The paramedics had bandaged him, but the gauze was already soaking through, crimson blooming against the white."Don't move," Sebastian said to Alex. His voice was low, steady, dangerous. "Don't even breathe."Alex wasn't moving. He wasn't breathing. His face was pressed against the ice, his eyes squeezed shut, his whole body shaking with silent sobs. The knife was ten feet away, gleaming under the moonlight.Police sirens filled the air. Red and blue lights flashed through the broken windows. Doors slammed. Boots po
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Chapter: BetrayalThe door to the abandoned rink slammed shut, but Alex didn't leave.Damian heard his footsteps on the concrete floor, slow and deliberate, circling back toward the ice. Sebastian's arms were still around Damian, holding him upright, but his body had gone rigid. His eyes were fixed on the shadow moving along the boards."Alex," Damian said again. His voice was hoarse, broken. "Please. Just go.""I can't." Alex's voice echoed off the walls. He stepped into the moonlight that streamed through the shattered windows. His face was pale, his eyes wild, his hands still shaking. "I've been watching you for years. Waiting for you to see me. And you never did."Damian pulled away from Sebastian. He stood on his own, his legs unsteady, his heart pounding. "You rigged the vote."Alex's jaw tightened."You bribed the ref."Alex didn't deny it."You hired the journalist. You sent the bullet. You kidnapped Sebastian." Damian's voice rose with each accusation. "You tried to destroy us."Alex's face cr
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Chapter: TriggerThe hospital discharged Sebastian on a Tuesday.The doctors had done all they could. The swelling on his brain had gone down. His memory was still patchy—gaps here and there, moments that didn't connect. He remembered Damian's name. He remembered the championship game. He remembered the stick splintering. But he didn't remember the blood oath. He didn't remember the abandoned rink. He didn't remember the night Damian had begged him to hurt."He needs triggers," the neurologist had said. "Places, smells, sounds—things that might unlock the memories trapped in his temporal lobe."Damian had nodded. He had thanked the doctor. He had helped Sebastian into the car and driven him home.The apartment was the same. The same couch. The same kitchen. The same bed where they had slept together for months. Sebastian walked through the rooms like a stranger, touching things, trying to remember."This is ours?" Sebastian asked."Yes.""I don't—" He stopped. His brow furrowed. "I don't remember livi
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Chapter: AmnesiaThe first day was the hardest.Damian sat in the plastic chair beside Sebastian's bed, watching the rise and fall of his chest. The machines beeped. The IV dripped. The bandages on Sebastian's head were white and clean, stark against his pale skin. His eyes were closed. His breathing was shallow.The doctors had done their tests. CT scans, MRIs, cognitive assessments. The verdict was the same each time: moderate traumatic brain injury, swelling on the temporal lobe, temporary memory loss. The word temporary was the only thing Damian held onto."He may not remember recent events," the neurologist had said. "The memories could come back in days, weeks, or months. Or they might not come back at all."Damian had nodded. He had thanked the doctor. He had walked back to Sebastian's room and sat down in the plastic chair and not moved for six hours.Sebastian's mother brought coffee. Alex brought food. Detective Morrison brought updates—no leads on the kidnapper, the bullet, the note. Damian
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Chapter: AbductionThe ice felt like quicksand under Damian's skates.He couldn't move fast enough. Every step was a struggle, every breath a battle. The crowd was screaming. The security guards were shouting. The police were running. But Damian's legs wouldn't cooperate. He was stuck in a nightmare, watching the world spin without him."Sebastian!" he screamed again.No answer.The tunnel. The tunnel was the only way in or out of the ice without going through the stands. Damian pushed off, his skates digging into the frozen surface, his body moving on instinct. He reached the tunnel entrance and stumbled inside.The lights were still off here—emergency backups flickering weakly, casting long shadows on the concrete walls. The air was cold and smelled of stale beer and fear."Sebastian!"A sound. Faint. A groan.Damian followed it. The tunnel curved, opened into a wider hallway near the locker rooms. A utility closet door was half open. A body lay on the floor.Sebastian.Damian dropped to his knees bes
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Chapter: ThreatThe police returned the next morning with news that made Damian's blood run colder than the ice he played on."Ballistics confirmed it," Detective Morrison said. She was a tall woman with short gray hair and eyes that had seen too much. "The bullet you received matches the gun used by Paul Vance—the journalist who shot at you in the parking lot."Damian leaned against the kitchen counter. Sebastian stood beside him, his hand on Damian's lower back. "But Vance is in jail," Damian said."He is. Has been for weeks. No visitors. No phone calls except to his lawyer." Detective Morrison flipped through her notebook. "Someone else has his weapon. Someone who got to it before the police did.""A accomplice," Sebastian said."Or someone who paid off the right people." Detective Morrison looked at them. "We're investigating. But I need to ask—do you have any idea who would want to hurt you?"Damian and Sebastian looked at each other."Damian's father," Sebastian said."His lawyer," Damian added
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