FORBIDDEN: THE ICY MEN'S PLUS-SIZED POSSESSION
“Tell me, sweetheart… are you always this shy when someone wants you?”
Seven years ago, Caius Veyron…golden-boy hockey captain…loved my plush curves behind closed doors, then publicly humiliated me to save his reputation.
Now, I’m back as a top sports analyst, owning my intelligence, my body, and my worth.
I didn't expect Caius to beg for a second chance. And I definitely didn't expect his father to start looking at me.
Alaric Veyron. Forty-seven. Billionaire mogul. My boss.
Where Caius saw something to hide, Alaric sees a queen. He worships every curve, every statistic, and every awkward smile. He knows I'm forbidden. He knows wanting his son’s ex could shatter his family.
Yet every lingering glance burns the line between us to ash.
Now, I’m caught between the captain fighting for forgiveness and the silver-fox patriarch who makes me burn without asking me to change.
One wants redemption. One wants possession. And somehow... I want them both.
“That's it, princess. Now, spread those knees wider and stop pretending you don't want us.”
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Chapter: CHAPTER 28: A KEYCARD IN THE MORNINGPOV: Winnie VossThe early morning sun peeked through the slit in the blackout curtains, casting a soft, golden beam across the tangled white linens.I stirred slowly, my skin still warm, sensitive, and faintly slick from the lingering residue of last night. Beside me, the heavy, rhythmic rise and fall of Caius’s broad chest was a steady anchor in the quiet room. One of his massive, tattooed arms was draped securely over my waist, his long fingers resting over the curve of my hip as if anchoring me to the mattress even in his sleep. His jaw was relaxed, his dark eyelashes casting soft shadows over his cheekbones, looking younger and far more vulnerable than the fierce captain who commanded the ice.A quiet, localized vibration buzzed from the glass nightstand.I carefully lifted Caius’s heavy arm, slipping out from under his hold as gently as possible. A low, sleepy grunt escaped his throat, but he merely pulled a pillow into his chest, remaining deeply asleep.I picked up my phone. T
Last Updated: 2026-11-01
Chapter: CHAPTER 27: SURRENDER TO THE PASTPOV: Caius VeyronThe storm outside raged against the glass, but inside the dim room, the silence was absolute…heavy, thick, and taut with seven years of accumulated static.I remained on my knees at the edge of her bed, my large, calloused hands resting on the plush silk covering her knees. Water dripped from my hair onto the carpet, but I couldn't bring myself to move. I was a man waiting for a verdict, my pulse hammering in my throat as I looked up into Winnie’s dark hazel eyes.Slowly, without a word, Winnie reached up and removed her black-rimmed glasses, placing them carefully on the nightstand beside the bed.The subtle shift in her posture was instantaneous. The guarded analyst, the composed woman who hid behind data and sharp suits, dissolved. In her place stood the woman who used to command my entire world in secret…only now, she possessed a quiet, lethal confidence that made my knees weak."Get up, Caius," she commanded softly. Her voice wasn't an invitation; it was an orde
Last Updated: 2026-10-26
Chapter: CHAPTER 26: THE MIDNIGHT KNOCKPOV: Winnie VossThe thunder rolling off Lake Michigan rattled the heavy glass panes of my high-rise hotel room, vibrating through the dark, quiet space like a physical heartbeat.I lay wide awake on the oversized king bed, staring up at the shadows dancing across the ceiling. The white crisp sheets were twisted around my waist, cool against my bare legs, but the heat skin-deep beneath my surface was suffocating.My mind was a chaotic, dizzying storm.On one side was Alaric Veyron…a sovereign king who had held me against his chest on his balcony, making promises that shattered every defense I owned. The lingering, electric touch of his mouth worshiping my thighs in front of his fireplace still made my core ache with an intense, intoxicating surrender. He offered me absolute security, respect, and a throne at his right hand.And on the other side was Caius.The memory of sitting in his lap in the training room, feeling his bruised, powerful body trembling beneath my touch as he begged
Last Updated: 2026-10-25
Chapter: CHAPTER 25: A FATHER’S WARNINGPOV: Alaric VeyronThe hotel lounge bar was dimly lit, draped in amber velvet and dark mahogany, secluded from the main lobby by heavy oak paneling. Outside, the rain had returned to Chicago, slicking the tall glass windows, while inside, the quiet clink of crystal and the low hum of blues jazz created an atmosphere of deceptively calm luxury.I sat at a corner booth, a heavy crystal tumbler of neat scotch resting between my palms.I didn't need to look up to know my son had entered the room. I felt the shift in the air—the sudden, charged atmosphere of raw tension that always accompanied Caius when his blood was up.He walked down the carpeted aisle with long, restless strides, his broad shoulders squared, his jaw set in a rigid line of defiance. He had changed into a dark henley and dark trousers, though he still favored his injured left shoulder slightly after tonight's brutal game.He slid into the booth across from me without invitation, his grey-blue eyes burning into mine acros
Last Updated: 2026-10-24
Chapter: CHAPTER 24: WHAT SHE DESERVESPOV: Caius VeyronMy left shoulder throbbed with a dull, vicious ache, but after thirty minutes with Winnie on that treatment table in the training room, every nerve ending in my body felt alive, searing hot, and wired on pure adrenaline.The team bus had brought us back to the luxury Chicago hotel around midnight. The lobby was empty, silent, and bathed in the dim amber glow of crystal chandeliers. I walked side-by-side with Winnie down the carpeted corridor on the private executive floor, my broad frame leaning slightly into her space, shielding her from the empty hallway.She had smoothed down her dark hair, adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, and pulled her dark trench coat tightly over her suit, but her lips were still slightly swollen from my mouth, her hazel eyes heavy with the lingering heat of what we had shared on that table."You don't need to walk me all the way to my door, Captain," she said, her voice a rich, quiet murmur that vibrated straight through my ribs. "The hotel
Last Updated: 2026-10-22
Chapter: CHAPTER 23: THE RECOVERY ROOMPOV: Winnie VossThe medical wing beneath the United Center was quiet after the final horn, a sterile sanctuary of polished tile, stainless steel, and the sharp scent of antiseptic and rubbing alcohol.The adrenaline from our tight 3-2 victory was still humming through my veins, but my focus had shifted entirely the moment the horn sounded. I carried a small leather case containing thermal recovery scans and targeted muscle therapy reports, my heels clicking softly against the floor as I walked toward the private training quarters.I paused outside the frosted glass door of the away-arena training room.Inside, the dim blue medical lighting cast long shadows across the padded treatment tables. Caius was sitting on the edge of the central table, stripped down to his black athletic compression shorts. His hockey gear was piled on a bench nearby. His broad, heavily muscled chest rose and fell in slow, deliberate breaths, his skin slick with sweat and ice melt. A heavy blue ice pack was s
Last Updated: 2026-10-21
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