All Chapters of Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"Don’t make me fucking ruin you, kid. Not unless you’re sure."Milo couldn’t breathe.Couldn’t think. Could only press tighter against the impossible heat caging him in.Then Ethan groaned, a broken sound, and suddenly the arms around him were flexing hard, tense."Fuck," Ethan rasped. "I can’t—Christ, kid—I can’t do this to you."But when he tried to pull away, Milo whimpered. His fingers fisted in Ethan’s sweatpants, clinging with everything he had."Don’t," he gasped. "Please, don’t stop. Don't go."Ethan froze. His breath came sharp, ragged against Milo’s ear."You don’t know what you’re asking for," he ground out. "You think you do—but you don’t.""I do." The words burst out of him, raw, desperate. "I want it—I want you."Ethan let out a guttural curse. His grip spasmed, caught between shoving him back and hauling him closer."Fuck," he breathed. "You’re gonna ruin me."Then Milo felt it. One slow, helpless grind of Ethan’s hips against him, thick heat dragging right against the

Milo couldn’t think. Could barely breathe.Ethan’s cock was slick and heavy, pressing right up against his stretched entrance, hot and thick, more than he’d dared imagine.“Gonna fuck you now,” Ethan rasped, voice rough with hunger. His grip on Milo’s thighs was bruising. “Gonna ruin you, rookie.”Milo sobbed, body trembling. “Please—yes—need it—”Ethan groaned low in his throat. “Fucking perfect. Just relax for me. Let me in.”He pressed forward, slow at first, thick head pushing against tight, fluttering muscle. The stretch almost burned, sharp and overwhelming, but Milo wanted it, wanted all of it. He clutched at Ethan’s arms, desperate.“F-fuck—oh—” Milo gasped, back arching.“That’s it,” Ethan growled, voice wrecked. “Take me. You can take me.”And with a low, brutal sound, Ethan pushed deeper, inch by inch, watching as Milo’s body gave way for him.“So fucking tight—fuck—" he groaned. Sweat beaded on his brow as he forced himself to go slow. "Gonna split you open, pretty boy. Go

The words hit like a slap.Milo’s breath caught, staring at Ethan, frozen. His chest rose and fell in a rapid rhythm, panic and disbelief colliding. For a second, he thought he might cry. Or scream. Or launch something at the wall just to see it shatter.Then something in him snapped.He threw the blanket off like it burned him and bolted upright, the motion so sharp Ethan flinched. Milo barely noticed. He was already across the room, hands shaking as he yanked his boxers on, followed by the sweatpants.“Seriously?” he spat, voice raw. His laugh came bitter and breathless. “You think I booked a plane ticket to chase you across the country? You really think I'm that fucking pathetic?”Ethan blinked, still clearly half-asleep, frowning like he was trying to catch up. “No—look, kid, I didn’t mean—”Milo laughed again, sharper this time, scoffing as he caught Ethan's gaze flicking down his body.“Of course. One more look while I’m getting dressed? Jesus Christ.”He grabbed his hoodie and

Although Blackmoor had paid for Milo to stay a couple of extra nights in the same hotel, he managed all of five minutes in that room before he started clearing out. The second the door closed behind him and the silence wrapped back around his shoulders, he felt it pressing in from all sides. It smelled like Ethan. The sheets still looked slept in. The mirror still had a streak of condensation from a recent shower.He grabbed his bag without unpacking, stuffed the last of his things inside, and checked out. No hesitation. He needed air. He needed space. He needed a place that hadn’t seen him fall apart under Ethan Doyle.The hotel he found was across town. Nicer, quieter, with big windows and smooth white bedding that didn’t carry anyone’s scent. He took a long shower, then collapsed into a chair by the window, watching cars blur past on wet streets below. Detroit felt slower from here, like it was giving him permission to just stop.But his mind wouldn’t.Every time he closed his eyes

Jessica’s voice didn’t falter. “Morning, boys. This is Milo—your new teammate. Play nice.” Her smile turned pointed. “He’ll just be observing today.”Milo felt every pair of eyes slam into him like a body check.He stood just behind Jessica, the strap of his duffel gripped so tightly in his fist that his knuckles ached. His stomach twisted, breath shallow, heart hammering like he was about to step onto the ice naked.He forced a polite nod, willing himself not to look at Ethan again.Someone snorted.“Play nice? Jess, you haven't given us a chance to play with him at all yet. Hand him over.”Milo blinked, turning slightly to see a guy with a smug grin lounging in a chair.Jessica arched a brow. “Becker—”“I’m just saying,” Becker continued, “might be hard to trust a guy who flipped teams mid-season.”The words sank like ice water into Milo’s gut. His grip on his bag tightened. He’d expected this, knew it was coming, but it still stung. Still made him feel small.“Be. Nice,” Jess snapp