All Chapters of DANGEROUS ICE: MY HOCKEY NEMESIS IS MY SINFUL OBSESSION: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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CHAPTER 1 ~ ROSSI

I sat on the wooden bench of the locker room, hunched over, staring at the scarred floorboards between my skates. The air in here was a thick soup of smelling salts, stale sweat, and the sharp, chemical tang of laundry detergent that never quite got the blood out of the practice jerseys.Around me, the rest of the Knights were a blur of shouting and high-fives. Bass-heavy rap thudded from a speaker in the corner, vibrating in my chest, but it didn't do anything to drown out the noise in my head."Thorne! Head in the game or on the ice?"I looked up. Miller, our goalie, was staring at me while he strapped on his massive leg pads. He looked like a transformer halfway through a shift."I'm good," I said, my voice sounding raspier than I wanted. I reached for my helmet, checking the cage for the hundredth time."You look like shit," Miller grunted, not unkindly. "Listen, I know about the Liam thing. Everyone knows. Don't let that prick get to you today. We need you on defense, not

Last Updated : 2026-02-05

CHAPTER 2 ~ THORN IN MY FLESH

Chloe was tucked under his arm, her head resting on his shoulder like they were the lead roles in some goddamn rom-com. She caught my eye for a split second and looked away, leaning in to whisper something to Liam that made him laugh.The sound didn't reach me through the glass, but the sight of his teeth, white and mocking did."Eyes forward, Axel!" Coach Gregory barked from the bench, his face already a shade of purple that didn't bode well for his blood pressure. "They aren't playing the game. You are. Get your head out of your ass! We are not going to lose this game to the rebels""Yeah, Coach," I muttered, skating to the blue line.The puck dropped, and the world narrowed down to the black disc and the sound of heavy breathing. For the first ten minutes, I was a machine. I laid a hit on a Rebels winger that sent him sprawling into the boards, the sound of the impact echoing like a gunshot. It felt good. It felt like I was finally hitting the people I actually wanted to hurt.

Last Updated : 2026-02-05

CHAPTER 3 ~ ROD IN MY ASS

I didn’t think at all about the consequences because thinking had only gotten me a hollow chest and a front-row seat to my own humiliation.The air between us was charged, thick with the smell of the ice and the salt on Michael’s skin. He was still talking, his lips moving, probably dropping another polished insult designed to make me crack, but the sound had cut out. All I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears, a rhythmic, violent thud that matched the pulse in my throat.I looked past his shoulder one last time. Liam was laughing now, his hand sliding up Chloe’s waist, his eyes scanning the ice until they found me. He gave me a slow, deliberate nod, a victor acknowledging the defeated.Something in me snapped. It wasn't a clean break; it was a total collapse of the walls I’d spent years building."Shut up, Rossi," I growled.Michael’s eyebrows shot up, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Make me, Thorn—"I didn't let him finish. I dropped my stick, the heavy

Last Updated : 2026-02-05

CHAPTER 4 ~ FAKING IT

It was Miller. He was right behind me, his face a mask of pure, unadulterated bewilderment. He didn't even have his helmet off yet. Behind him, the rest of the team was filtering in, the usual post-win energy replaced by an awkward, heavy tension."Don't," I snapped, my voice cracking. I sat down on the bench and started fumbling with my skates, my fingers shaking so badly I couldn't get a grip on the laces. "Just... don't say a word, Miller.""Dude, you just sucked face with Rossi. At center ice. In front of the scouts. In front of—""I know what I did!" I roared, standing up so fast the bench creaked.The locker room went dead silent. Twenty-five guys, all mid-strip, froze. Some were staring at their feet; others were looking at me like I was a ticking bomb."I was making a point," I muttered, though even to my own ears, it sounded like a pathetic excuse. "He was chirping. Chloe and Liam were watching. I... I lost my head.""You lost your head and found his tongue, apparen

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CHAPTER 5 ~ TAUNTING

"Just for the season," Michael shrugged. "Or until the heat dies down."I looked at Michael, really looked at him. The broad shoulders, the dark, mess of hair, the lips I’d just crushed my own against. The idea was suicide. It was lunacy.But then I thought about Liam’s face in the stands. I thought about the pity I’d seen in Chloe’s eyes. The way she didnt seem to care about the fact that I was looking at her anytime she had her tongue deep in Liam’s throat."Axel?" McMillan asked, his voice low. "What do you say?"I looked at Michael. He was waiting. He knew he had me."Fine," I rasped, the word tasting like poison. "We fake it.”“Thank you Rossi. That's actually a smart idea” Coach parted Michael on the shoulder, a small smile on his face.Arrrrggghhh, I could believe he got approval from Coach.“My pleasure, Coach. Now, why don't you go and meet your husband. I saw him outside waiting for you” Michael persuaded.At the mention of his husband, coach's face blossomed into a

Last Updated : 2026-02-05

CHAPTER 6 ~ PARTY

"On our way, Miller," Michael said, his voice perfectly steady.I brushed past Miller without looking at him, my face feeling like it was on fire. I didn't stop until I reached the meeting room, where a woman in a sharp blazer was waiting with two folders and a look of grim determination.The Contract: Rules of EngagementThe PR rep, a woman named Vanessa who looked like she ate scandals for breakfast, didn't waste time."Here is the narrative," she said, sliding two sheets of paper across the table. "You’ve been 'discreetly' seeing each other since the summer training camp. The kiss tonight was a 'moment of emotional overflow' because you were tired of hiding. It’s romantic. It’s brave. It’s exactly what the fans will eat up."I looked at the list of 'Rules' on the paper:Public Affection: Frequent but tasteful. Hand-holding, arm-draping, the occasional 'lingering look.'Social Media: You will tag each other in 'candid' photos once a week.The Party: You arrive together.

Last Updated : 2026-02-05

CHAPTER 7 ~ TRUTH OR DARE

My brain was screaming enemy, but my nerves were firing like a short-circuited scoreboard. Why was my body leaning into him? Why did the heat of his mouth feel like the only thing keeping me upright?His other hand slid down, his palm cupping the curve of my ass through my jeans. He gave it a firm, possessive squeeze, yanking me flush against his hips. I could feel the solid ridge of his thigh between mine."Stop," I whispered, my hands fluttering uselessly against his chest."You don't sound like you want me to stop," Michael chuckled, the vibration of his voice buzzing against my skin."Hey! Lovebirds! Get over here!"The shout came from the living room. Miller was sitting in a circle on the floor with a dozen others, a half-empty bottle of vodka in the center. Liam and Chloe were there too, perched on the edge of the sofa, looking like they wanted to be anywhere else."Truth or Dare," Miller grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Unless the Knights' star defenseman is too

Last Updated : 2026-03-06

CHAPTER 8 ~ HANDJOB

The party was a blur of noise and heat that I couldn't breathe in anymore. Michael’s hand was still a heavy, branding iron between my thighs, and his "Try me" kept ringing in my ears like a challenge I wasn't prepared to lose.Standing up abruptly, my knees nearly buckled under the sudden weight, and I choked out, "I need air," without waiting for him to follow.Pushing through the suffocating crowd, I stumbled into the dark hallway leading toward the back of the house until I found a door, a laundry room, or a pantry; it hardly mattered. Ducking inside, I leaned my hot forehead against the cool, vibrating surface of a washing machine while the door clicked shut behind me.There was no need to look to know it was him, as the air in the cramped space shifted instantly, growing heavy with his distinct scent of winter chill and hot, predatory intent."Running away, Golden Boy?" His voice was a low, jagged rasp right against the shell of my ear. I felt his heat before I felt his touch, a

Last Updated : 2026-03-06

CHAPTER 9 ~ NOT GAY

The sun acted as an intruder, slicing through the gap in my curtains like a serrated blade and stabbing directly at my eyes until the only choice left was to drag myself out of the blissful void of sleep. Staying still for a long moment while staring at the ceiling of my dorm room, I felt my head throb with the dull, rhythmic ache of a post-game crash, yet the weight in my chest wasn't from the vodka. The memory hit all at once, bringing back the laundry room, the smell of detergent mixed with Michael’s skin, and the way I’d looked him in the eye while he took exactly what he wanted.As the silence of the room closed in, my imagination began to warp the memory into something far more dangerous. Closing my eyes tight, I could almost feel the phantom weight of Michael’s body pressing me into the cold brick wall again. In my mind, his voice wasn't just a whisper but a low, degrading growl that vibrated through my bones."Look at me, Axel," the imaginary Michael commanded, his grip tig

Last Updated : 2026-03-09

CHAPTER 10 ~ HICKEY

The heat climbed my spine and settled right in the center of the bruise he’d left, yet I refused to look up at him because I was focused on the laces of my skates, pulling them with enough force to snap the cord."I’m not hiding anything," I bit out, my voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel. "I’m cold. It’s a rink, Rossi. People get cold."Letting out a soft, huffing sound that served as a laugh without reaching his throat, Michael shifted his weight until his heavy, black-skated feet were planted firmly in front of mine. He acted as a physical shadow, blocking out the fluorescent lights of the locker room while he loomed over me."Funny," he murmured, leaning down so his face was level with mine while the scent of fresh peppermint and that terrifyingly familiar musk hit me like a body check. "Because you look like you're sweating. You're flushed, Axel. Is it the hoodie, or is it the memory of my fingers?"My head snapped up as my jaw tightened, and though the locker

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