ANMELDENDamien’s POVI lay there watching Alex sleep like some creep who had nothing better to do. The early morning light barely touched the room but it was enough to see all the marks I left on him. Dark bruises on his hips where I gripped too hard. Red bites around his nipples that looked angry and swollen. His lips were still puffy from all the kissing and his hole probably felt like hell right now. Good. I reached out and traced one of the bruises on his thigh with my thumb pressing just enough to make him stir in his sleep. That fuzzy compliant version of him from last night was gone and I already missed it but this version? This version always made things interesting.He started waking up slowly. First came the groan. Then the way his face twisted like someone had hit him with a truck. Hungover as fuck. He tried to roll over and immediately winced hard his whole body going stiff.“Fuck me,” he muttered voice all rough and cracked.“Already did that. Multiple times actually,” I said wit
Damien’s POVI stared at Alex with his ass up like that still fuzzy from everything we had done and the drinks hitting him harder than I expected. His tattoo looked pissed off and red and his hole stayed shiny and open from the bath making my cock twitch hard. That mix of raw lust and the heavy mine feeling slammed into my chest again but I shoved the name for it away because admitting it would complicate everything. My hands ran over the bruises I left yesterday pressing in possessive as hell feeling the warmth of his skin under my palms. He made this soft whimpering sound but did not say much just shifted a little pushing back toward me without words. Good. He was too fuzzy to argue much tonight and that only made me want to take my time with every inch of him.I leaned in close and kissed the back of his neck first slow and open mouthed tasting the salt on his skin. My tongue dragged up to his ear and I sucked the lobe between my lips biting gently. Alex shivered under me letting o
Damien I watched the whole damn thing from across the room like some jealous idiot who couldn’t mind his own business. Alex was doing his best to pretend Knox didn’t exist, this big tall guy who kept trying to catch his eye. Every time Knox moved closer, Alex turned the other way, grabbed another drink, laughed too loud at whatever Lila’s friends were saying. I didn’t know how they knew each other and right then I didn’t give a shit. All I knew was Alex looked like hell moving carefully , wincing when he sat, that fake smile plastered on his face while Lila hung off his arm like a damn trophy.He kept drinking. Fast. One glass after another. I saw him down three in twenty minutes, then another two while nodding at some story about college applications or whatever rich people bullshit they were on about. His cheeks got red, his eyes glassy. Classic Alex move when the world got too loud drink until it shut up.Lila was tipsy too, laughing sharper than normal, her hand sliding down his
Alex We walked into the big house, lights everywhere, people laughing, music playing low. Lila grabbed my arm tight, nails digging in like a warning. Her parents spotted us immediately."Darling!" her mom called out, waving us over. "And this must be Alex. We've heard so much."Lila switched on the fake smile instantly. "Yes, this is my boyfriend Alex. His parents are the talk of the city where he's from, you know. Big business people. And Alex here is going to be the best hockey player alive one day. He's so talented."I nearly choked. Big talk of town ? I opened my mouth but she squeezed my arm harder.Her dad shook my hand, firm. "Hockey, huh? What position?""Uh, forward," I said, because what the hell else was I supposed to say? "Working hard on it."Lila jumped in again. "He's being modest. Scouts are already looking at him. We're so proud."I stood there smiling like an idiot while she built this whole fake life around me. Rich parents. Future hockey star. Perfect boyfriend. M
AlexI stepped into the shower and let the hot water hit my back, hoping it would wash away some of the mess from last night. My ass still ached every time I moved, the new tattoo burned like a fresh brand, and my chest felt tender as hell. I grabbed the soap and started scrubbing, trying not to think too much about anything. Not Damien sneaking out again, not the stupid texts with Knox, not the fact that my life kept spiraling faster than I could keep up. Just water and soap and maybe five minutes of peace.The bathroom door swung open without a knock. Lila walked right in like she owned the place, already half undressed, eyes locked on me through the glass."What the fuck, Lila? I'm showering," I said, turning slightly so she wouldn't see how wrecked I still looked.She didn't care. She slid the door open and stepped inside, water soaking her hair instantly. She grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me hard, pushing her body against mine. I tried to pull back, my hands on her s
AlexHis reply surprised me. Instead of anger or shock, he answered in a smooth, almost playful way. He used big words but the meaning was clear. He understood exactly what I had described and he added his own details. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. My dick grew harder in my hand. The fingers inside me moved faster without thinking.I knew this was wrong. Knox was my employer now. Mixing sex talk with work could only cause problems. Yet the way he wrote made me curious. He did not sound offended. He sounded interested. I wondered what kind of man he really was behind the rich dad image. Was he just being polite? Or did my mistake open a door I did not expect?I lay there breathing fast, phone in one hand, fingers still working between my legs. The porn video kept playing but I no longer watched it. My thoughts jumped between Damien and Knox. One man left me feeling empty and used. The other man answered my stupid mistake with calm, clever words that made my skin feel w
DamienI slammed the door open harder than I meant to, the bang echoing like a goddamn starter pistol, and there they were on the couch like some shitty Hallmark movie gone wrong, Alex all winced up and sore, Jax practically in his lap with that bandaged hand between them like it was some trophy fo
DamienThe alarm blasted me awake at exactly four like the asshole timer I’d set myself, fuxkkk I looked at it again, hell nah, that's not four it was more, and there I was, still wrapped around Alex like some pathetic octopus who didn’t get the memo that one night was supposed to end at sunrise.
Damien I couldn’t fucking believe I was doing this. One minute I was at team dinner pretending to give a shit about the pasta and Coach’s dumb speech, the next I saw Alex bolt like his ass was on fire. He looked wrong, shirt half open, face flushed, eyes glassy and something in my gut said spiked
AlexI swung again the second that “Your move, kid” crap left his mouth, fist flying straight at his smug face because my brain had zero chill left after the bus grope and the hospital and the whole fucking blackout rape nightmare that still made my ass feel like it was splitting open every time I







