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CHAPTER 18: ROAD TRIP TO CHICAGO
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2026-10-19 04:26:54
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FORBIDDEN: THE ICY MEN'S PLUS-SIZED POSSESSION CHAPTER 32: THE CAPTAIN’S FURY
POV: CAIUS VEYRONThe air in the private players' lounge felt heavy, suffocating, and charged with static tension.My knuckles were white where I gripped the edge of the granite counter, the digital tablet in front of me displaying an internal communications log that my digital team had spent two relentless hours unearthing. There it was—a digital trail, an encrypted email sent to Puck Talk Unfiltered containing the high-resolution photo of Winnie leaving the hotel floor in Chicago.The origin stamp traced directly back to an IP address registered under Seraphine Veyron’s personal PR firm.Blood hammered in my ears, a dark, dangerous roar that completely silenced the ambient chatter in the lounge. Around me, several senior players and equipment staff were milling about, grabbing post-skate protein shakes, but the moment the heavy double doors opened, every single person in the room fell quiet.Seraphine walked in, flanked by two assistant publicists. She looked immaculate, dressed in
FORBIDDEN: THE ICY MEN'S PLUS-SIZED POSSESSION CHAPTER 31: DAMAGE CONTROL
POV: Winnie VossThe fluorescent lights of the Veyron Arena crisis room hummed with a cold, relentless buzz that echoed the pounding behind my temples.The room was constructed from brushed steel, frosted glass, and dark oak…a modern war room built for executive decisions and high-stakes damage control. Outside the tinted glass doors, the administrative wing was silent, but inside, the air was thick with tension, smelling faintly of stale dark roast coffee, expensive leather, and corporate panic.At the head of the heavy oak conference table sat Alaric Veyron.He looked every bit the sovereign monarch of the franchise. His dark suit coat was unbuttoned, revealing his crisp vest, and his tie was loosened just a fraction of an inch. His broad hands were folded loosely over a leather portfolio, his hazel eyes fixed on the projection screen mounted on the main wall.Prominently displayed on that screen was the high-resolution photograph leaked by Puck Talk Unfiltered.There I was, capture
FORBIDDEN: THE ICY MEN'S PLUS-SIZED POSSESSION CHAPTER 30: THE RETURN FLIGHT SCANDAL
POV: WINNIE VOSSThe low, rhythmic hum of the twin engines resonated through the leather floorboards of the Veyron Wolves private jet, a soothing vibration that did nothing to calm the wild, chaotic storm raging in my chest.I sat in my usual window seat in First Class, my tablet resting flat on the mahogany tray table before me. The spreadsheet open on the screen contained three-zone passing efficiency metrics, but the numbers were a complete blur. My body felt warm, sensitized, and utterly claimed in ways that defied all logic.Just hours ago, I had been pressed bare against the glass wall of Alaric’s penthouse fifty floors above Chicago, submitting to his unyielding, sovereign power as he possessed me from behind over the skyline. And before that, I had taken complete control of Caius in my hotel bed, letting him worship my curves while I rode him into the mattress.Now, both men were in the exact same cabin with me.Across the aisle, Caius sat with his long legs stretched out, his
FORBIDDEN: THE ICY MEN'S PLUS-SIZED POSSESSION CHAPTER 29: THE UNSPOKEN SHIFT
POV: Alaric VeyronThe morning sun crested the edge of Lake Michigan, filling the glass deck of my penthouse with harsh, blinding clarity.Elowen stood before me, attempting to project the cool, bulletproof exterior of a lead data analyst. She held her tablet against her ribs like a shield, her tailored pencil skirt accentuating every lush, dangerous curve of her hips. But beneath that professional mask, her pulse was hammering against the hollow of her throat like a trapped bird.I kept my hand anchored beneath her chin, my thumb lightly tracing the warm curve of her jawline.As I leaned in closer, my senses locked onto her completely. The crisp, clean scent of her usual jasmine perfume was there—but beneath it, clinging subtly to the soft, sensitive skin right behind her ear, was the undeniable, musk-heavy scent of my son. Sweaty skin, rain, and raw, frantic heat.A lesser man would have lost his temper. A weaker man would have let pride flare into a destructive rage.Instead, a dar
FORBIDDEN: THE ICY MEN'S PLUS-SIZED POSSESSION CHAPTER 28: A KEYCARD IN THE MORNING
POV: 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
FORBIDDEN: THE ICY MEN'S PLUS-SIZED POSSESSION CHAPTER 27: SURRENDER TO THE PAST
POV: 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
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