INICIAR SESIÓN"Open wide, Golden Boy. I know you’ve been imagining sucking my cock in your head the entire practice." The cold floor of the locker room is bruising my knees, but it’s nothing compared to the grip Michael Rossi has on my hair. My mouth is stretched tight around his cock, my heart hammering against my ribs in a rhythm of pure, unadulterated shame. I’m the star defenseman for the Knights, the disciplined, untouchable Axel Thorne and yet here I am, choking on the pride of my greatest enemy while he talks to me like I’m his favorite toy. ~~~~~~~ They call Michael Rossi the “Menace,” and for once, the media isn't exaggerating. He’s the jagged edge of the Rebels’ front line,a dirty, arrogant prick with a god complex. I’ve hated him since the night he stole my girlfriend just to prove he could. For eighteen months, he’s dismantled my peace, chirping in my ear and checking me into the boards with a smirk. Now, a viral "spite kiss" has trapped us in a PR contract. I’m supposed to play along with the man who ruined my life, but the closer I get, the more I realize the rivalry was just the beginning. ~~~~~~~ Axel Thorne is the "Golden Boy", disciplined, loved, and blissfully oblivious. He thinks I’m the villain who stole his girl; he doesn’t realize I only did it to see the look in his eyes. This rivalry was never about the game; it was about obsession. I’ve spent every restless night imagining how it would feel to finally claim him. Axel thinks we’re faking it to save our career. He’s wrong. I’m playing a game where he only wins by losing himself to me.
Ver más"On our way, Miller," Michael said, his voice perfectly steady.I brushed past Miller without looking at him, my face feeling like it was on fire. I didn't stop until I reached the meeting room, where a woman in a sharp blazer was waiting with two folders and a look of grim determination.The Contract: Rules of EngagementThe PR rep, a woman named Vanessa who looked like she ate scandals for breakfast, didn't waste time."Here is the narrative," she said, sliding two sheets of paper across the table. "You’ve been 'discreetly' seeing each other since the summer training camp. The kiss tonight was a 'moment of emotional overflow' because you were tired of hiding. It’s romantic. It’s brave. It’s exactly what the fans will eat up."I looked at the list of 'Rules' on the paper:Public Affection: Frequent but tasteful. Hand-holding, arm-draping, the occasional 'lingering look.'Social Media: You will tag each other in 'candid' photos once a week.The Party: You arrive together.
"Just for the season," Michael shrugged. "Or until the heat dies down."I looked at Michael, really looked at him. The broad shoulders, the dark, mess of hair, the lips I’d just crushed my own against. The idea was suicide. It was lunacy.But then I thought about Liam’s face in the stands. I thought about the pity I’d seen in Chloe’s eyes. The way she didnt seem to care about the fact that I was looking at her anytime she had her tongue deep in Liam’s throat."Axel?" McMillan asked, his voice low. "What do you say?"I looked at Michael. He was waiting. He knew he had me."Fine," I rasped, the word tasting like poison. "We fake it.”“Thank you Rossi. That's actually a smart idea” Coach parted Michael on the shoulder, a small smile on his face.Arrrrggghhh, I could believe he got approval from Coach.“My pleasure, Coach. Now, why don't you go and meet your husband. I saw him outside waiting for you” Michael persuaded.At the mention of his husband, coach's face blossomed into a
It was Miller. He was right behind me, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated bewilderment. He didn't even have his helmet off yet. Behind him, the rest of the team was filtering in, the usual post-win energy replaced by an awkward, heavy tension."Don't," I snapped, my voice cracking. I sat down on the bench and started fumbling with my skates, my fingers shaking so badly I couldn't get a grip on the laces. "Just... don't say a word, Miller.""Dude, you just sucked face with Rossi. At center ice. In front of the scouts. In front of—""I know what I did!" I roared, standing up so fast the bench creaked.The locker room went dead silent. Twenty-five guys, all mid-strip, froze. Some were staring at their feet; others were looking at me like I was a ticking bomb."I was making a point," I muttered, though even to my own ears, it sounded like a pathetic excuse. "He was chirping. Chloe and Liam were watching. I... I lost my head.""You lost your head and found his tongue, apparen
I didn’t think at all about the consequences because thinking had only gotten me a hollow chest and a front-row seat to my own humiliation.The air between us was charged, thick with the smell of the ice and the salt on Michael’s skin. He was still talking, his lips moving, probably dropping another polished insult designed to make me crack, but the sound had cut out. All I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears, a rhythmic, violent thud that matched the pulse in my throat.I looked past his shoulder one last time. Liam was laughing now, his hand sliding up Chloe’s waist, his eyes scanning the ice until they found me. He gave me a slow, deliberate nod, a victor acknowledging the defeated.Something in me snapped. It wasn't a clean break; it was a total collapse of the walls I’d spent years building."Shut up, Rossi," I growled.Michael’s eyebrows shot up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Make me, Thorn—"I didn't let him finish. I dropped my stick, the heavy
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