Hockey Rivalry: Bed first, game later のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“Get on your knees and suck my cock,” he whispered seductively in the dimly lit room, and I froze. The windows were open, letting in a cool breeze, and although I couldn't see his face clearly, I knew he was wearing that mischievous smirk of his.“Go to hell, Kane. What makes you think I’d suck you? How about you kneel for me?” I spat back with a grimace, trying to sound unbothered even though I knew I had a lot at stake.A low, husky chuckle slipped from his lips, and the room fell into a strange silence, our breathing and the soft wind the only sounds between us. Suddenly, his arms wrapped around my back, pulling me against him as his hand slid down and grabbed my dick, squeezing it.“Ah…. fuck!” I moaned before quickly covering my mouth in embarrassment.He laughed. “Oops, my bad. So, are you going to get on your knees, or should I release the videos?” His hot breath brushed my neck, telling me exactly how close he was. He held up my phone, the screen glowing with a gallery of his f

Ethan Oliver Harrison's POVI barely had time to breathe before one of the United States's players hit me with his thick shoulder, causing me to stumble. We were halfway through the match, but my body already felt like I had run a marathon. I had been targeted by my opponents over five times, and bruises were forming on my knees. The arena was roaring louder than ever. I was sweating profusely, and the scoreboard showed that Canada was losing. My parents were among the crowd, and I tried to avoid them, but it was impossible. The look in their eyes was void and threatening. My father was acting like my coach, directing me to attempt a special stunt, but when it failed, he yelled that I was a bastard.I was the one doing all the hard work of skating, passing, and getting hit, yet my teammates looked even more exhausted. After skating hard to catch a pass, I stopped to adjust my glove. Next thing I knew, I was slammed into the boards by a hard surface, and my head hit the ice.“Fuck!” I s

Ethan Oliver Harrison’s POVI shouldn’t have wanted him the way I did.Not after everything he held over me. Not after the threats, the control, the way he could ruin me with a single decision.But I did. My body betrayed every rational thought in my head. My pulse pounded, heat pooling low in my stomach as he moved against me, slow and deliberate, like he owned every breath I took. I was already too far gone to pretend this was just coercion. I wanted him. That was the dangerous part.Then, there was a knock. It was sharp and sudden.“Kane?” A woman’s voice called out again from the other side of the door. “We’re waiting.”I froze instantly. While, Kane went rigid behind me. The shift in his body was immediate, from dominance to stunned disbelief. We stayed perfectly still, the air thick and suffocating. My heart slammed violently against my ribs as the reality of how dangerous what we were doing hit me all at once.His mother. The American hockey political symbol?She knocked again.

Kane Hau Alexander’s POVI noticed him before the whistle blew. Ethan was laughing, not at something I said or did, but at him.The annoying bug who kept standing too close to him. One of his hands rested briefly on Ethan’s shoulder like it belonged there, and he looked too comfortable beside Ethan.“Who the hell is that?” I muttered under my breath.The name came a few minutes later when one of his teammates barked it across the rink.James.“A goalie…. so annoying,” I hissed.James leaned in when Ethan spoke. And Ethan didn’t move away. He didn’t even look irritated, and he actually smiled at him.My jaw tightened, and I gritted my teeth. Unsure of why I was so angry.The whistle blew again, dragging us into drills. I pushed off the ice harder than necessary, slicing forward. My stick snapped against the puck with more force than required.“Focus. Focus, Kane!” I murmured under my breath, but my eyes kept drifting.James bent slightly, whispering near Ethan’s ear. Ethan nodded in re

Year 2018Kane Hau Alexander's POV“Kane, we are late for the ball! Hurry up!” Geneva called out to me for the umpteenth time, her neck poking into my room to check what I was doing.I stood in front of the mirror, styling my suit. This year's hockey season was slowly coming to an end, and I was invited to attend a gala ball.“I'm coming. Calm your nerves, young lady!” I replied playfully, grabbed my tie, and left the room.Geneva was seated on an armchair, my phone was in her hand, and she looked focused as she went through it. “Who is Eve? You guys seem to be really hitting it off.” Her eyes never left my phone as she questioned me.I sighed, and dragged my phone from me, keeping it safe in my pocket. ‘Eve’ was Ethan's alias. I had nicknamed him that because he looked like a seducer to me. Also, with the alias, no one will ever guess who he really is. It's been weeks since I last saw Ethan. I had travelled to Switzerland for the championship game, and the United States won for the