All Chapters of IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Thirty-One: Encounter with the devil

It really doesn't get more complicated than this.What on earth could possibly be the real reason Carl went after Jayden?Only Carl knows, but the motherfucker wouldn't tell me anything.Pausing in deep silence for a minute, I ponder my thoughts, trying to come up with a new theory. But nothing at all comes to mind. I can't seem to connect any link to what might have happened between those two. And why this is so difficult for me is because I know Jayden was never associated with Carl in any way.So imagine my surprise when Devin suddenly tells me,"I'm not sure about this, but I also heard, Whitney, that your friend was once a member of their club?"I stiffen, then huff out a derisive scoff at the idea. "As if," I ask grimly, "What club?""They have a secret club," he repeats firmly. "I heard Jayden was once a member...."I shake my head, refuting it. "That's not true.""It's not impossible, either," he tells me warily. "Don't dismiss every suspicion just because he's your friend. Th

Thirty-Two: Encounter with the devil 2

My nerves shatter to pieces as I lock eyes with the man I hate with every fiber of my being, currently occupying my passenger seat. Carlos fucking Martinez. My nightmare and the last person I expected to run into today. My heart shrinks in my crippled chest as my gaze darts between his eyes in disbelief, silently hoping this is only a figment of my imagination and he's not actually the one in my car right now. But who am I kidding? His scent already lingers heavily in the air, ambushing my senses, and his larger-than-life body blocks my view, leaving me unable to see anything other than him. And that stupid smug grin currently etched across his full lips. My eyes stop flickering and my focus zeroes in on his glinting emerald orbs. I'm not hallucinating shit. It's really him. In my car. In my face. I remember having the feeling that someone was stalking me just a moment ago. I guess my instincts were right. It's this motherfucker. He's been lurking around like the doom he is,

Thirty-three: Drive

CARL The expression on Whitney's face can only be labeled as the onset of paralysis. That's if I'm not mistaken. Normally, I wouldn't give a fuck about observing anyone closely or caring about how they're reacting to my presence. But she's different and considering our proximity, I can smell the fear and anxiety oozing from her. I feel her tense up when I whisper against her ear, ordering her to drive the car. I could swear I heard her gasp softly, like my voice is sending jolts of electricity through her. Which is funny because I know this girl here hates me with every fiber of her being. She shouldn't react that way toward me, but then again, I'm used to girls melting at the sound of my voice, my scent, and most especially my accent. I don't know which one is stirring Whitney's nerves at the moment, but I'm glad she feels intimidated by me. At least, for once. She's very stubborn, you know. Stubborn and strong-headed, if those two words don't already mean the same thing. So seei

Thirty-four: Sadistic psycho

Whitney doesn't start the car immediately. She looks reluctant when I glance at her. A frown is still etched on her face. She's not glaring at me directly though, because her eyes are fixed on the steering wheel, like she's contemplating what to do with it when she eventually grips it. I get the urge to taunt her, but I refrain, choosing to study her instead as I'm mesmerized by the view of her side profile. She's really beautiful from every angle. Her brown hair is pulled into a ponytail, so no stray strands obstruct my view of her flawless skin. Her face looks flustered though, a faint crimson hue coats her cheeks, and she's pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, biting hard like she's trying to hurt herself—enough to wake herself up from this nightmare. The nightmare of having me in her car and sitting right beside her. Well, too bad this is no nightmare. I'm here in the flesh, and I'm here to stay. My eyes linger on her mouth for a moment, intently watching how she sucks on

Thirty - five: Small talk

Sadistic psychopath. That's what she just called me. No one has labeled me as sadistic before. This is a first. Evil, arrogant, cocky... yes. But sadistic? No. Nevertheless, I'm impressed. I let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking my head. Then I shrug nonchalantly as I look ahead. "If that's what you choose to call me, baby..." I meet her eyes again and clarify, "Well, psychopath? Maybe. But sadistic? Nah. I was just stating facts. After all, I major in psychology." I wink, and she visibly grimaces. "You major in psychology?" Her eyes roam over my face as she processes what I just told her. She looks at me with a bewildered frown. That's probably not the field of study she'd expect someone like me to be in. Regardless, I nod firmly, affirming my words. "Yeah, amor." Her gaze returns to mine, an emotion bordering on disgust twisting her features. "Why?" I shrug. "Because I've always found the concept of human existence interesting. You are not the only one who sees me as a psychopat

Thirty - six: He's the saint, you're the psycho

Her chest rises and falls with panic as she glares at me. But she looks absolutely terrified. Whether it's solely because she found out I have been watching her? I don't know. But it absolutely looks like she's wishing for the ground to open up and swallow her right now. I didn't get to eavesdrop on their conversation, but I've been curious about Ashford's connection with her since they parted ways like old friends. Perhaps now is the right time to ask. "What's your deal with Ashford anyway? Is he your lover?" I already know he's not. I'm just trying to kill two birds with one stone. "Your friend? Or some other loser guy you're trying to protect with your life now, since that's all you know how to do. Pretend to save people because you believe yourself to be a superhero..." Swallowing a lump in her throat, her expression eases with relief and she exhales before scowling at me. "I don't pretend. I just help my friends out." "Same friends that would ruin you someday?" I retort. "My

Thirty - seven: Do you love him?

"He's my friend," Whitney answers coldly after a moment. "What kind of friend is he?" I press. "Why do you care?" She nearly rolls her eyes. "I have my reasons," I say, ignoring her dramatics. "Answer the fucking question." "I don't know what you want from me, Carl..." She pauses with regret. This is the first time she's said my name since we've been together this evening. Can't say I haven't missed the way my name sounds on those luscious lips. My gaze drifts to her mouth for a moment, wild thoughts racing through my mind before I eventually force them aside as she continues to vent. "I just want to go home. Please let me go home," she begs, her face twisting with distress. "I don't feel comfortable around you." "You've said that before..." I point out with annoyance. "And I'm saying it again so you'll understand how badly I don't want to be around you. Just get out or let me go." "Not yet," I reply, crushing whatever optimism she had about trying to reason with me. The hope

Thirty - eight: Hypocrite

WHITNEYCarl's eyes have turned a darker shade of green, and in them I can clearly see the emotion — wrath. It's radiating off him in waves as he tightens his fingers around my neck, squeezing and drawing whimpers from my mouth.My heart thunders as my nose fills with his intoxicating cedar scent, my senses withering away with each passing intense second.He has me pinned beneath him, and despite my desperate struggles, I can't escape his tight grip, nor would he let me go either.The last thing I wanted to do was beg him, but I'm afraid that's the only option left to me at this point.I'm terrified of what he'd do to me in his current emotional state. He seems so angry, and I'm not about to wait and find out what that anger will prompt him to do.This all stemmed from him asking me why I hated him. I didn't exactly tell him it's because of Jayden, but he connected the dots anyway. That's why he's mad.He's angry because he thinks I'm taking Jayden's enemies as mine, which isn't entir

Thirty - nine: Debt

Owe him?What the hell does he mean by I owe him?I've never been so confused in my life.Until he reminded me he was referring to that night I managed to escape him, my mind swirled with bewilderment. But now that I know what he means, I'm struck in disbelief.He's been holding that against me since then? That was a fucking month ago. How is he still thinking about it?But scoff — who am I kidding? I've heard the rumors that he doesn't grant people pardons. I think I'm one of those people, especially considering what I did.Sweat glistens on my forehead and chest as I stare up at him. My expression is neutral because right now, I don't even know what emotion I'm feeling — whether it's anger, frustration, or resentment. I'm just too stunned to react."You remember now, don't you?" Carl taunts me, pinching my nipple and jerking me back to reality.I release a quiet whimper, my pussy clenching hard around nothing. My chest heaves violently as my pulse picks up with anxiety."P-Please,"

Forty: Debt paid

"He's not as innocent as you think," he says, his hand disappearing from my breasts and gliding down my stomach. A spark of lust zaps through me when he caresses my skin before lowering his hand to my jeans.I want to stop him, but my hands remain still. Not restrained — because I could easily raise them and push him off, or at least try to. But I don't do any of that. Instead, I allow him to continue, my nerves fraying and my heartbeat thundering with excitement."Do you always question people's advice this much?" Carl shoots me a glare, his fingers unbuttoning my jeans.I swallow hard, trying desperately to ignore the ache between my thighs. "I didn't realize you were giving me advice."He smirks, sliding his hand into my jeans. It's tight, but he works his way lower until he finds my panties.I'm mortified because now he'll see how soaked I've become for him.A smug grin stretches across Carl's lips as one of his fingers slips beneath my panties. He pauses, feeling the damp fabric.

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