All Chapters of The Hockey player's submissive professor : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JUNO HAYES “Yes, you’re right, Mr. Chambers, you are expected to stabilize the hip before initiating any advanced load-bearing work,” I said, pacing slowly across the front of the lecture hall.The young man flushed, ducking his head under the ripple of chuckles from his classmates. I softened my tone. “Don’t apologize, that was a good answer. Most people go straight to strengthening without thinking about the foundations first. And that’s how we end up with reinjury rates as high as thirty percent.”I tapped the screen of my projector, where an image of a knee joint glowed faintly in the dim light. “Now, what’s the number one mistake athletes make after ACL reconstruction?”A girl in the back raised her hand. “Rushing back into play before their proprioception’s fully recovered.”“Exactly.” I smiled, nodding. “They feel strong, they look strong, but their nervous system is lagging behind. That’s why rehab isn’t just about muscle, it’s about retraining the brain-body connection. If t

JUNO HAYESMy eyes fluttered open as best as they could, and then closed, my eyes felt like they were filled with cotton and small tiny lead were placed on top of them. But that was not the only odd thing, I could hear a voice whispering something close to me, and a rough palm rubbing around my face and neck.What's going on?Why do I feel like this?And then it hit me. The memory slammed back, jagged and sharp.Drake.Earlier today, the doorbell rang.When I opened the door, it was him.“Drake,” I whispered, my voice already tight. “I told you not to come here.”But he shoved his way in, reeking of whiskey. His eyes glassy, desperate. “You don’t mean that, June. You can’t. We’re meant to be. You know it.”“No, Drake. I don’t want you here.” I stepped back, heart hammering, already wishing I had followed through with the restraining order.He staggered closer, his hand reaching for me. I flinched, bile rising in my throat. “Don’t touch me.”“Stop pretending,” he hissed, his breath hot

JUNO HAYES“Ugh,” I groaned as I shuffled down the stairs. At the last step, I froze.The living room.It was spotless. Every picture frame and vase that had fallen when Drake—no. I cut that thought off fast. I wasn’t going to give him space in my head.The house gleamed. Even the tiles looked freshly mopped. For a moment, I thought of Rhett, but the idea was absurd. Rhett didn’t exactly strike me as the mop-and-broom type. Then Cassie crossed my mind, but I circled right back to Rhett—because as impossible as it seemed that he’d clean my home, it was even harder to imagine Cassie doing it. Not because she couldn’t—God knows my daughter was capable of anything—but because if she’d come home early, she wouldn’t have started scrubbing floors. She would’ve raced straight into my room, panicked, demanding answers, probably with the cops on speed dial.And Cassie was sleeping over at her best friend’s place.So no. It wasn’t her.I stepped into the room slowly, eyes trailing over everythin

Rhett looked down at his phone, his jaw tightening as the little blue dot blinked on the map.Not home.She should’ve been.He was parked right outside her house, watching the silent windows. But her phone… her phone was a few miles away. At a club.His lips curved, humorless. He’d set the tracker that night in her house, right after he’d scrubbed Drake’s filth out of her living room. He knew it was wrong. Knew it was stalking. Didn’t care. She was his, whether she admitted it yet or not. And if she thought she could slip out and play without him knowing?She was wrong.****The club was packed, a line wrapping around the block. Bass thudded so hard the pavement seemed to vibrate beneath his boots. The moment Rhett stepped out of his truck, heads turned. Whispers rolled through the crowd.“Holy shit, is that Rhett Voss?”“No fucking way….”“Take a picture, take a picture…”Phones lifted. Girls squealed. Guys shoved closer, trying to get a better look. Rhett didn’t stop. Didn’t even sl

Her skin burned, every nerve alive, her ass stinging under his palm. She was sobbing and wet, tears slipping down her cheeks, but the sound that tore from her throat wasn’t just pain. It was need.Rhett leaned over her, pressing his mouth close to her ear, voice a low, feral rumble.“You feel that? That ache in your cunt? That’s mine too. I wired you so even your pain turns into need when it comes from me.”His fingers slipped beneath the thin strip of her g-string, dragging it aside. He groaned, deep and guttural.“Dripping,” he muttered, almost to himself. “You brat, you’re soaking. You act like you can fight me, but your body tells the truth every damn time.”She whined, trying to push up from his lap, but his hand flattened her back against his thighs.“Stay.” The command snapped through the room like a whip. She stilled instantly, body betraying her even as her mind screamed at her to resist.He let his fingers trace the slickness between her thighs, slowly, torturously slow. The