บททั้งหมดของ Owned on the Ice M/M Romance: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Noah barked a short laugh. Sterling outlast him? Yeah, sure. That was rich.He scooted back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows, letting his thighs fall open as if to beckon the man closer. His cock throbbed between his legs, still painfully hard from the restaurant, flushed dark and leaking. Sterling was taking his sweet time, walking around the bed like he had all night.Noah's hand slid down, instinct guiding him, fingers wrapping around his length as he began to stroke himself slowly. Just enough to ease the ache. Just enough to taunt. His eyes locked on Sterling’s thick cock, twitching with each step, the tip glistening, unsated from earlier.Noah sat up slightly, ready to get his mouth on it, but Sterling moved fast, one hand pressing against Noah’s chest and pinning him to the mattress with firm, commanding pressure.A groan caught in Noah’s throat. Denied. Fuck.Sterling loomed above him, the muscles in his arms flexing as he braced himself, dark eyes burning into No

The sun slanted through the blinds, casting golden stripes across Sterling’s bare chest and the tangle of limbs beneath the sheets. Noah was still warm against him, one leg thrown lazily over Sterling’s hips, his cheek resting on a bicep like he owned the spot.Everything felt... easy.No tension. No posturing. Just two men, warm, naked, and despite the chaos they usually created, perfectly in sync.Sterling smoothed a hand down Noah’s spine, fingers drifting just for the excuse to touch. Noah hummed, still scrolling through something on his phone with one hand, the other tucked possessively around Sterling’s waist.“Team chat’s already lit,” Noah murmured, lips brushing the skin of Sterling’s shoulder as he snorted. “They’re all arguing about who’s gonna score first tonight. Should I tell them I already did?”Sterling chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “You’re such a dick.”“And you love it.”Sterling did. He loved everything about this, especially the way Noah got after

The plane touched down at Crestwick's private terminal, the hum of the engines fading as the team filed out with a kind of lazy, victorious swagger. A few players exchanged plans for late-night takeout or crash spots, but most were just ready to get home.Noah walked toward the line of parked cars, where his sleek, new pickup waited under soft security lighting. Sterling’s Aston Martin was parked a few spots down, looking like something that belonged in a showroom, not a driveway.Engines flared to life as the others peeled out fast, racing into the night. Noah lingered.He climbed into the driver’s seat, tossed his duffel to the passenger side, and leaned back, watching the lot empty out.Sterling’s car didn’t move right away.Then, like clockwork, it purred forward, sliding past Noah’s window, slow and deliberate.Noah smirked.But he didn’t follow immediately. He let Sterling go ahead, let the space stretch. Only when he thought Sterling might get out and come bang on his window di

Sterling didn’t look away. Not once.Not even when his IT consultant cleared his throat, trying to draw his attention back to the tablet between them.“There,” the man said, tapping twice. “That’s the most likely source. The data breach came through a third-party shell that traces back to a cluster of communications linked with Victor Harrow’s trade group.”Sterling’s jaw locked.Victor Harrow.Owner of the Blackmoor Vultures.First, they’d tried to charm Noah, win him over before he could crush their pathetic team. Then, when that didn’t work, they’d targeted him on the ice. Broken his ribs.And now? Now they couldn’t even accept their punishment. Had to stoop to leaking Noah’s number and flooding his phone with filth.Sterling’s voice was cold. "This isn’t a petty rivalry. It’s sabotage. And it ends now."He pulled out his phone, already scrolling to a shortlist of contacts.“Order a full audit of Harrow’s offshore accounts. Use our discretionary fund to start buying up shares of Bl

Sterling stood in the doorway like judgment incarnate.Anneliese's eyes lit up with a sickly sort of pleasure as she smoothed her hand over Noah’s soft bulge, slow and deliberate, like she was unwrapping a present she meant to keep.“Well,” she said, sugary and venomous, “you could’ve just asked to join us.”Sterling didn’t move. Didn’t blink. Didn’t speak.His silence was more terrifying than shouting could’ve ever been.She faltered, her hand dropping.His voice came low. Measured. “Touch him again and I’ll make your father’s portfolio disappear so fast he’ll think he’s been hacked.”He took a slow step forward, looming."I’ll ensure your face is blacklisted from every invite, fashion week, and luxury brand campaign from here to Milan."Another step."Then I’ll make sure every brand that’s ever sponsored you treats your name like a disease."Anneliese’s smirk faltered, backing off from Noah like the heat of Sterling’s rage physically burned.Sterling stopped just short of her, his v