Semua Bab Pucking Forbidden Claim: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Kade POVBeing home is exactly what I needed. For the first time in what feels like forever, I’ve been able to relax, to breathe without the weight of Nikolai and Rook pressing down on me. Then again, that probably has a lot to do with the fact that I haven’t turned my phone on since I got here.Amelia sits across from me, her big, pleading eyes locked onto mine, and the second I see that expression, I know I’m screwed.I groan, already shaking my head. “I’m taking a break, and you want me to go play hockey with a bunch of kids?”She nods enthusiastically, her grin widening. “Do you not remember how amazing it felt when you met someone big in hockey? When you got the chance to play with them?”Sighing, I rub my face, knowing exactly where this is going. “Yeah, I remember,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Fine. So much for me sitting back and just watching the game.”Amelia laughs, throwing her arms around me in a quick hug. “Why watch when you can play?” she teases, stepping back with a k

Rook POVKade is exactly where I want him, running. It’s pathetic, really. The way he thinks this gives him some kind of power, like disappearing, ignoring my calls, and shutting himself off will somehow make me lose interest. As if that’s even possible. I don’t lose interest. I don’t move on. I don’t let go.Let him run. Let him pretend he’s free. Because the best part? Dragging him back. Watching the fight drain out of him. Watching him finally understand that there is no getting away from me.I can already picture it. The way his defiance will crack, how his body will finally give in, how he’ll kneel like he was always meant to. Because that’s where this ends, with him under me, broken, obedient, mine.But for now, I let him have his moment. Let him believe he’s got even the smallest ounce of control left.The sound of my father’s voice snaps through the room, sharp and clipped, dragging me from my thoughts. He’s pacing, his movements stiff with frustration. Without Kade playing, t

Rook POVHe’s a fucking mess. I thought he was stronger than this, more resilient, more stubborn, more mine. I’ve spent years pushing him, chipping away at him, watching him almost break and rebuild himself over and over again, just to knock him down again. He’s taken my shit for so long that I thought he could withstand anything. But my father? Fuck. My father shattered him in a week. A week.That’s impressive, I can’t deny it, but it also pisses me off. I had a plan. A long, drawn-out, torturous plan. I was going to take my time with him, make him fight me every step of the way until there was nothing left to fight with. I wanted to watch him crack slowly, wanted to see him resist and resist until he finally begged for me to fuck him.Instead, my father sped up the process, ripped through him like it was nothing, and now Kade is already at the edge.It’s almost disappointing. I wanted to make him desperate, make him crave it, make him ask for it. I wanted to stretch him out on the h

Kade POVThe pounding in my skull is relentless, a deep, stabbing ache that makes it hard to focus. My body feels too heavy, my limbs sluggish, weighed down by something I can’t place. The air around me is cold, pressing against my bare skin in a way that feels wrong, and when I try to shift, to lower my arms so that I can push myself up, something jerks me back, stopping me mid-motion.A sharp clank of metal rings out, the sound slicing through my haze like a gunshot. I blink, my breath catching as I force myself to register what just happened. My arms are stuck. My wrists are secured. Slowly, I lift my head, the dull weight of exhaustion dragging against me as I follow the pull of resistance, eyes locking onto the handcuffs wrapped tight around my wrists.Thick, heavy-duty steel glints under the dim light, the chain stretched taut, looped around the top bar of the bed behind me. The second I process what I’m seeing, my body reacts. My pulse kicks up, my muscles tensing as I yank, tr

Kade POV“Go on,” he murmurs, voice laced with a quiet threat. “Fight me. Push back. Watch what happens when I leak that fucking video behind my father’s back. You’ll be back in that trailer before you can even beg me not to.”My stomach twists, the air between us thick and suffocating. Shit.I wanted this,I wanted to push him, to taunt him, to make him snap and lose that thin grip he had on his self-control. But I also know exactly where my limits are, and I know damn well I can’t afford to lose everything.I can’t risk losing my career. I can’t risk my mother being stuck in that fucking trailer for the rest of her life, and Rook knows that.“Now open up,” he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.Everything in me screams to keep fighting, to resist, to keep taunting him just to prove that I’m still in control of something, but I can’t. Not this time. Because in the end, it isn’t about pride. It’s about survival.So I obey. His fingers tighten in my hair as he thrusts deep, g