All Chapters of In bed with the ruthless Hockey Captain: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Safe to say, my plans have tragically gone south.I've been caught by the devil — something that wasn't supposed to happen tonight.My heart pounds in my chest as I stare at the monster hovering above me. His dark eyes are menacing as he stares right back at me, intrigue written across his features like he's trying to figure me out.His brows are furrowed, his attention solely fixed on me. And that freaking bothers me.He's still waiting for me to take off my mask.But hell, I'm not doing that.Even if he eventually tries to rip it off himself, I won't let him without a fight.I can't risk him uncovering my identity.It wouldn't just put me in danger, but also Ava and Jayden. And I cannot let that happen.I try to control my heavy breathing caused by my wildly racing heart, but it ends in epic failure. Sweat beads form on my temples behind the mask.Gosh, I feel so sick with nerves.I never once thought it would be like this — this heated — with him at such close proximity. The tensio

I shake my head in disappointment as I listen to my mother speak on the other end of the phone. She sounds genuinely worried.She's relaying everything Ava told her about what’s happened to us in the last two weeks.Down to the part where we went to Carl's house for revenge for Jayden. Can you believe that?Can’t say I’m surprised. Ava and my mom have this weird daughter–mother relationship. It’s been like that since we were kids. Ava literally tells my mom everything.Sometimes I wonder if my mother easily agreed for us to be put in the same dorm because she had her own ulterior motives — getting Ava to spy on me and report back to her since I’m a closed-off bitch who barely talks to her most times.I love my mother, yes, but I don’t usually tell her my business. I’ve just been this way since I was a kid.The only thing I have close to a best friend is Ava, and that bitch has betrayed me more times than I can count. And it’s funny because I forgive her every single time.However, lis

Gosh, I hate myself for this.I hate how much his intoxicating presence is affecting me right now.Against my will, my gaze lowers with dread as I'm unable to look him in the eyes anymore. My knees weaken as my mind replays the nightmare I had of Carl having his fingers scissoring me open.How I moaned against him at such close proximity like we are now. How I grabbed his shoulders and begged him not to stop.I hate myself.I fucking hate myself right now.Tears leak from my eyes as I lower my head in shame, feeling guilty that he—and everyone else in the room—can currently see through me and my twisted thoughts.It's crazy that at this critical moment, it's my wet dream from last night I'm thinking about.I mutter through tears, "Get away from me. Please," I beg, fighting to withstand the heat brimming inside me.All I hear is a deep rumble from his chest before I feel his warm fingers lifting my chin.Goosebumps break out on my skin at his fiery touch as he tilts my chin until our e

My face relaxes slightly and I sigh, running my hand through my hair. "It's not what you think," I try to convince her so she wouldn't be worried.But Ava snaps, her voice sharp with frustration. "Don't you get it, Whitney? He is dangerous. He and his friends. We cannot fight him alone. We can't...""I can..." I interrupt her, and she leans her head back, eyeing me like I just said something ridiculous.Okay, maybe I did. But I'm just driven by determination."Listen," I try to pacify her, knowing she's scared shitless. "We simply need to think this through before making a move. You know him and how influential his family is. They practically control this country, Ava. What makes you think calling our parents is the ultimate solution to our current problem? I know for a fact that my mom won't do much, if not withdraw me from college. I'm in my third year, I can't let that happen. What about your parents? What do you think they'd do? I believe it's the same thing. And Jayden's dad?"I

Before now, I like to believe I was impervious to things like catching feelings. That my goals in life were too specific and strict for me to go off the rails — lose focus, get distracted by anything. Anything, in this context, being a guy.I like to pretend I'm immune to sexual attraction and all that fantasy crap.Yet, since the unfortunate night I met Carlos Martinez, my life has taken a drastic turn.This is the second time in a row I'm finding myself completely naked beneath him, in my dreams. More like my nightmare.Shivers of lust and pleasure travel down my spine, pooling into my already drenched core.Short, heated breaths spill from my nostrils as I hiss and writhe beneath him like a snake.It's too much. All of it.Even though I'm nearly passing out from how much he's pleasuring me at the moment, I haven't forgotten the resentment I feel toward him."I freaking hate you—ugh," my words break into an incoherent moan as he swipes his tongue across my clit in a tentative lick.