Semua Bab The Hockey player's submissive professor : Bab 51 - Bab 60

JUNO HAYES Wynter looked away from Rhett and over to Juno. “Yeah two cops?” she echoed, her voice suddenly small and losing that confident and sultry vibe. For a beat she looked genuinely worried, the only time she’d been anything but theatrical tonight.“Go,” Rhett said, flat and urgent.She hesitated, then gave me one last long, predatory look, half apology, half trouble, before slipping out. Her heels clicked; the door shut. The sound felt like a reset.I turned to him because I couldn’t help myself. He was there, inches away, the heat of him still in the air, a dissonant perfume of smoke and whatever else clinging to the hem of his shirt. My cheeks burned; my palms were damp. I was trying to gather clothes and dignity at the same time, which is never a neat combination.“What did you do?” He reached up and caught a strand of my hair, wet, a little slick where he’d left his mark and tucked it behind my ear with a gentleness that made my knees weak in spite of myself.“Nothing, so

JUNO HAYES“Cassie? Cassie!” I called the moment I stepped into the house, flinging my bag aside without caring where it landed—or that my phone was still in it and could easily break.The silence that followed made my heart slam so hard I froze mid-step, breath catching. Then—“Mom! Mom!”Her voice rang out from the kitchen. Relief shot through me, and I rushed in that direction. Just as I reached the doorway, Cassie came toward me. Tears brimmed in her eyes, worry etched across her face.“What happened—” I started, but she cut me off.“Mom, something happened. Something happened to Amanda.” Her chest heaved, panic spilling from her voice.I reached for her, my hand rubbing gently down her torso, grounding her. She already knew.“She’s dead, Mom. She’s dead.” This time her voice cracked, softer, heavy with shock.I nodded, still rubbing her arms, needing to touch her, to make sure she was real and not just some cruel hallucination.“I’m so—” I began, but she stopped me cold.“Wait… h

GRIMM“Find them. A young girl is dead.”Grimm’s voice cut through the dimly lit room like a blade. The men around the table went silent, every last one of them watching the way his jaw ticked, the way his fingers tapped against the scarred wood.“She wasn’t just any girl,” he continued, his tone low and lethal. “She was Rhett’s fan. That makes this personal. And now someone out there thinks they can write messages on bodies and leave them in the open like trophies.” His lips curved into something between a sneer and a smile. “They think they’re clever. They think they’re untouchable.”Ripper shifted, arms crossed, the scar running down his cheek pulling tight. “You want us to clean it up quiet, boss? Or make a message of our own?”Grimm leaned back, eyes glinting. “Both. Start with the streets. Talk to every rat, every junkie, every dealer stupid enough to breathe my air without permission. Someone saw something.”A few of the men nodded. Names were whispered—Crow, Stitch, Diesel—eac

“Mmmm,” I moaned against Adrian’s mouth as he kissed me deeply. His right hand gripped the back of my head, the other cupping my cheek as we stumbled toward my bedroom.His eyes were shut, lips moving with mine like he was lost in it. I knew I should at least close my own, pretend to be swept away—but I couldn’t. I just stared at him, desperate to feel something… anything.But my mind wasn’t here. It was back in that restroom, hours ago, trapped in those feral blue eyes pinning me in place. Back to those huge, mitten-sized hands locking on my waist. For a second, it hadn’t even felt like Rhett—it was the same body, the same man, but his energy was different. Wilder. Dangerous.It had been suffocating, but in the best possible way—like being choked at the height of pleasure. That’s what it felt like when he pressed me against that cold wall. And the sickest part? I’d felt more alive in that single moment with Rhett than I do now, in Adrian’s arms.Adrian—who loves me, who treats me lik

JUNO HAYES“I don’t think it’s fair that you gave that guy a chance, but you didn’t give me one—even though I asked you out first,” Callum said. He was perched on the edge of my desk in the university wellness center, arms crossed like he was the one who’d been wronged.Oh God. Not this again. Ever since the night Adrian came to pick me up for dinner, Callum had been sulking. He must’ve figured out Adrian was my boyfriend. I hadn’t told him—hell, I hadn’t told anyone at the center—but news here spreads like wildfire. And now my colleagues wouldn’t let me breathe. Especially nosy, persistent Callum.“What does he have that I don’t, huh, Jun?” he asked, his lower lip jutting out in a mock pout as he leaned closer.I leaned back, putting space between us and tearing my eyes from my computer screen. This was not what we were supposed to be discussing.I sighed, already regretting letting Callum plant himself on the edge of my desk like he owned it. “Hmm, what does Adrian have that you don