LOGINNOTE: This book is emotionally [and sexually, in later parts] intense with psychological stakes. ...his eyes streamed tears, throat convulsing and burning with every intrusion. Gagging turned into panicked choking as his body bucked instinctively, trying to escape, but he was pinned, arms twisted, head locked in place. Panic clawed at his chest as his lungs screamed for air. Just when black spots started dancing at the edges of his sight, he finally pulled out completely... Noah Hayes was supposed to be starting over. A full scholarship and a future built on talent, not survival. As one of the university’s rising ice hockey stars, everything in his life should finally be falling into place, instead, it starts falling apart on day one when Chase Voss notices him. Beautiful. Cruel. Dangerous in a way that doesn’t need to be hidden. But Noah had bigger problems than a campus king’s grudge. Drowning in debt and desperation, Noah takes a job he knows will cost him, but the man he stole from isn’t just powerful, he’s dangerous. Adrian Voss. Now Noah is trapped in a world he never wanted. By day, he’s the university’s ice hockey star, by night, he moves product for a man who owns his life. What started as hatred and rivalry turns into obsession, something neither of them can control. Chase falls hard and reckless, but Noah knows better than to trust something that feels like a weakness. And if Chase Voss wants him, then Noah will play him. But the deeper they get, the harder it becomes to tell what’s real and what’s manipulation. Love is the most dangerous mistake of all, because loving the wrong person could destroy everything, but walking away might be even worse.
View MoreNoah knew something was wrong the moment Adrian summoned him and it wasn’t just about the timing. He stood outside the study with his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, waiting for someone to let him in.He was tired and it wasn’t just about the lack of sleep as his body still carried the evidence of the previous assignment. The bruise along his ribs, the shallow cut near his jaw, the gash in his thigh and the ache in his shoulder whenever he moved it too quickly. It was nothing Adrian would care about.The door opened and one of Adrian's men stepped aside. "Mr. Voss is expecting you."Noah walked in and stopped several feet away. Adrian sat behind his desk, reading something on a tablet. He didn't look up."You called."Adrian continued reading for a few seconds before he placed the tablet down. "Close the door."Noah did and came back to where he had been standing. Adrian studied him, his eyes moved briefly over Noah's face, his posture, and the slight stiffness in his sho
"I was wondering when you'd come."Adrian stood near the tall windows, one hand resting casually inside the pocket of his trousers. He didn't turn when Chase entered and closed the door behind him. He didn't sit, then Adrian glanced over his shoulder."You look angry.""I'm done." The answer came so calmly that Adrian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned fully toward Chase."That's dramatic.""It's actually very simple." Chase took a few steps into the room and stopped. "You knew the assignment was dangerous and you knew there was a good chance he'd get hurt.""Yes, I knew." Adrian didn't blink. "He still completed the assignment."Chase stared at him and gave a small nod. "Right."Adrian walked toward the desk. "You seem upset about something that was ultimately successful.""He came back injured and had to get eight stitches.""And yet he returned with the shipment." Adrian placed a folder on the desk, then finally looked at him, leaning against the edge of the desk. "Are you fin
The locker room was empty when Noah walked in. The muffled sounds of practice filtered through the walls. The scrape of skates against ice, the distant whistle, and the occasional holler from players to each other.He dropped his bag on the bench, and sat heavily on the floor for a few seconds, he simply staring, then he started removing his gear. He ripped off his gloves and tossed them into his bag, then his shoulder pads, then his helmet.He took his time and the moment he stopped moving, he became painfully aware of the deep, pulsing ache in his thigh. Every small shift seemed to pull at the wound beneath the bandage. He carefully reached down and took off the protective padding around his leg. His fingers trembled and he clenched them into fists."Fuck."He leaned back against the locker and closed his eyes. He hated this, hated feeling so fucking powerless, but more than anything, he hated being helpless. On the ice, he didn’t have to worry about any of it. He wasn't some broke-a
The cold inside Yost Ice Arena was supposed to be familiar, but today, Noah felt like it was cutting straight through him. Practice had only been going for twenty minutes and already, every stride felt like punishment as he tried to ignore the sharp pull in his thigh beneath his equipment.He was skating hard enough to keep up with the drill, but every time he planted his injured leg, pain shot through his thigh, still, he kept moving because no one needed to know. He couldn't afford to sit out even if his leg screamed every time he pushed off or the stitches pulled beneath the bandage. He could handle it. He had to."Again!" Coach Jenkins' whistle cut across the rink and the players reset.Noah took his position and rolled his shoulders before the puck moved. It started fine until another player cut across his path and he pivoted sharply. Pain exploded through his thigh and his skate nearly slipped. He recovered before anyone could notice, but the movement cost him and he fell behind
By the time Noah reached the university, morning had already settled in fully, bright and indifferent to everything he had endured just hours before. the school felt like a different world entirely, much too normal and too untouched. He knew he was late and he didn’t need to check the time to confi
The icy night air struck Noah the moment he stepped outside the building, filling his lungs with a cold that felt almost deliberate, and it was not just the temperature. It was the kind of cold that seemed to carry intent, as if the night itself were watching him.Behind him, the door closed with a
There were cracks in the ceiling. Noah had already counted them three times already. They stretched like thin veins across the pale surface, splitting, branching, disappearing into shadows where the weak bulb in the corner couldn’t reach. He looked at them with unfocused eyes, his body still, as if
The ice rink was alive with violence, not the kind that drew blood. Not yet. But the kind that lived in the sharp crack of sticks, the violent scrape of blades carving into ice, and the thunder of bodies slamming into the boards hard enough to make the glass tremble. Cold air bit at exposed skin, c






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