Pucking Forbidden Claim のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 181 - チャプター 190

Rook POVBen groans, rubbing a hand down his face. “I swear to god, can you two not do whatever that was while we’re trying to drink?”Kade, unfazed, leans back in his chair. “Then stop staring.”I laugh, shifting closer, letting my knee rest against his under the table. He doesn’t move away.The conversation flows easily, shifting from the game to upcoming matchups, past rivalries, and whatever bullshit the guys feel like chirping about. Kade stays in it, actually talking, not just sitting there like he’s waiting for an excuse to leave.It’s easy, natural, the way he leans into me slightly when I stretch, the way his fingers briefly rest against my arm when he gestures for another drink.He’s comfortable, which makes me wonder how far that comfort goes.He’s always been territorial in his own way, always quick to pull me back when I push too much. But how possessive is he, really? He was just jealous over Ben and he barely said anything.I tap my fingers against my glass, my smirk wi

Rook POVHis lips part, and I don’t give him the chance to answer before I crash my mouth against his, taking everything, making sure he knows exactly who he belongs to.Kade responds quickly, his body arching up against mine as he meets my kiss with a fierce hunger of his own. His wrists strain against my grip, not to break free, but to feel the strength of my hold.I break away, trailing biting kisses down his jaw and neck. “You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” I growl against his skin.He lets out a breathy laugh. “Maybe I just like reminding you what’s yours.”I lift my head to meet his gaze, seeing the challenge there, the fire that matches my own. “As if I could ever forget.”My hand slides down his body, possessive and demanding. Kade’s breath hitches, his eyes darkening with desire.“Rook,” he breathes, my name a plea on his lips.I smirk, enjoying the way he’s coming undone beneath me. “What is it? Tell me what you want.”His hips buck up against mine, seeking friction. “Y

Kade POV“You getting up or planning on staying in bed all day?” I ask, smirking.Rook finally moves, sitting up and running a hand through his messy hair, still watching me with that sharp, calculating look. “I should make you pay for that.”“You can try,” I taunt, throwing the sheets off me before climbing out of bed.Rook follows, muttering under his breath about how I have no idea what I’ve just started, but I just chuckle, heading for the bathroom.The hot water is already running by the time he walks in, still watching me like he’s plotting.“You getting in, or are you just gonna stare at me?” I ask, stepping under the stream.Rook grins, shaking his head before stripping off and stepping in beside me. The warm water rains down over both of us, steam filling the space instantly.“See, this is what a proper morning wake-up should look like,” he mutters, dragging a hand through his wet hair.Smirking, I squeeze some soap into my palm. “You suggesting I shower you awake from now on

Rook POVHarlow rests against my chest, warm and content, her tiny fingers gripping the fabric of my hoodie like she’s claiming me. I shift her slightly, watching as Kade walks away toward my father’s office, his shoulders looser than they’ve been in weeks.I smirk, feeling a little too pleased with myself. Finally, something’s going right. Kade’s not stressing over his mom, not losing his mind over Amelia, and for once, he’s just Kade, no weight on his shoulders, no tension in his jaw.Which means I can finally go back to what’s important.Finding a new way to piss him off.Daddy Mercer is dead, well, not dead, but useless now. The bastard took it and made it his own, which means it’s lost all power. I need something worse. Something he won’t dare embrace the way he did that.I hum to myself, rocking Harlow slightly. Maybe Baby Mercer? No, he’d just shrug it off. Kitten? Nah, he’d flip it back on me. Princess? Now that might get a reaction.“That smirk is terrifying,” Rose’s voice cu

Rook POVKade doesn’t speak the entire way to the mall, which is impressive. Usually, he’d at least get a sarcastic comment in, but no, he’s brooding. It makes pushing him even more fun.“So,” I say, stretching slightly, waiting for him to snap. “You picked out our wedding colors yet?”Kade’s head snaps toward me, eyes wide with pure exhaustion. “What?”I shrug. “You know, the big day. Gotta plan ahead, Mercer. Gotta make sure it’s classy but also reflects our personalities. Maybe navy and gold? You know, to honor your hockey? Or something bold, like red and black, real mafia wedding vibes."His face is pure disbelief. “You’re actually insane.”“Yes, Daddy,” I reply smoothly, watching his soul leave his body.His jaw clenches. “Rook.”“Shh,” I pat his thigh. “You’re gonna need to start thinking about this, Mercer. You’re not getting rid of me."Kade groans loudly, rubbing his temples. “Why the fuck did I agree to go out with you today?”“Because you love me,” I smirk, watching the mal