Alle Kapitel von FORBIDDEN ICE: CLAIMING THE CAPTAIN'S SISTER: Kapitel 61 – Kapitel 70

CHAPTER 62THE SILENCE BETWEEN USISLAI didn’t knock.I don’t know why I didn’t knock. Maybe because some stupid part of me believes that whatever was on the other side of the door couldn't hurt me. Well… someone pass my my fucking clown mask. I should've knocked. I pushed the door to Rowan's hospital room open, and the world tilted. Rowan was on his bed and Lara was sitting right beside him, her mouth on his as they kissed slowly and deliberately. It was like she knee exactly what she was doing and wanted anyone who saw it to understand it. And the most hurtful part? His hand wasn't even pushing her away. His hands were over hands and it was like they belonged perfectly with each other. My chest caved in and I wanted to drop from the pain. It felt like someone had reached inside me and twisted—hard—until something vital snapped. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move and I couldn’t even blink. My body just… froze, like if I stayed still enough, my brain would tell me it's a pran

CHAPTER 64ONE THRUST AND IT'S ALL GONEISLA“Then don't. Just breathe.”I didn't think I needed those words until they fell out of Ellis’s mouth. I just needed to breathe, let myself breathe and forget about the fact that someone else was trying to steal it away from me. I took a step back and he walked in fully but slowly before securing the door behind him. Silence visited the room and we both didn't want to break it. We stood in the middle of my dorm room, staring at each other like every other space around us did not exist. Rowan flashed across my mind again and I couldn't help but think if Ellis was doing something like that too behind my back. No! Block that thought out of your mind, Isla. In order to push it further away from my head, I threw my hands around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Ellis didn't hesitate to reciprocate. His hands wrapped around my waist in milliseconds, pulling me closer into himself as he moved against my lips in the most perfect rhythm.

CHAPTER 66WITH MY OWN HANDSROWANI know I've said this before, but… pain has a fucking unique way of humiliating you. Pain doesn’t care who you are, what you’ve won, or how strong you used to be. It strips you down to nothing but breath and suffering.My knee felt like someone had dropped a truck on it and forgot to lift it back up. I groaned for the fifth time in less than a minute as I dug my fingers into the sheets as sweat soaked the back of my neck. What the hell is this pain!?Unlike the first few days, the pain wasn't sharp anymore. It was heavy, throbbing and deeper than normal. The kind that crawls into your bones and settles there like it lives there and has paid rent.“Fuck…” I breathed out through a clenched jaw as I tried to breathe.The IV dripped slowly and I felt it was mocking me. Painkillers, they said, you’ll be fine, they said. Lies. I wasn’t fine.I tried shifting my leg just a little, just an inch, and my vision exploded into white.“That’s it,” I hissed, rea

CHAPTER 68WHEN THINGS DON’T SIT RIGHTNOAHSometimes when the world feels like you're the perfect scale to rest it's weight, just take a walk. Like I'm doing right now. The campus looked the same as it has always been. The Same brick paths, same benches, same stupid flyers taped to poles that nobody ever read. But nothing felt the same.I wish it was easy like when we were freshmen. Nobody tells you it gets worse as you stay longer. I walked without a real destination, hands shoved into my hoodie pockets, my mind replaying the last few days on a loop that I couldn’t shut off even if I tried. Rowan in a hospital bed, Asher stripped of his captaincy. And Victor—of all people—wearing the damn armband like it belonged to him. That thought alone made my jaw tighten.That was what the bastard wanted and Coach gave it to him on a platter of gold. Asher wasn’t just our captain, he was the spine of the team. The one who held things together when games went sideways. And now? He was benche

CHAPTER 70BATHROOM SEX?NOAHThere was one thing I knew for sure the moment I laid my eyes on Isla in front of her dorm. I was a finished man. The sight of her instantly quieted the noise in my head and brought this sense of peace I didn't believe existed before. Yes, we were both going through a lot of things, but it's indeed true when they said: “When the world gets too hard, go home”. Isla was my home. I wanted to cheer her up, but I didn't think she's be the one slcheering me up in the bathroom of the same ice-cream shop that should've cheered her up. How? You ask. Everything about her, including the feel of her skin, cheered me up. So when I had my lips on hers, drawing emotions and drowning in her peaceful silence, I wanted nothing more. “Please, don't stop,” she whispered into the kiss, and there was no way in hell I was going to stop. My hard dick pressed against her pelvic bone, my waist gliding gently over it in search of a little bit of relief. But there was no relief