All Chapters of PUCKING THE BAD BOY CAPTAIN: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Izzy The sound of the car engine cut through everything.One second I was on my back with Riven inside me, finally getting what I needed, and the next second everything stopped. Riven went still on top of me. Kane's hand tightened on Marcus's neck like he was holding onto something that might break. Marcus made this small sound in the back of his throat and I could see his whole body lock up.The gates. The heavy ones at the end of the drive. They only opened for one car.My heart slammed into my ribs. I pushed at Riven's chest and he pulled out fast, both of us moving at the same time. The wet sound of him leaving me was loud in the quiet room. My legs were still shaking. My whole body felt like it was on fire and not in the good way."Fuck," Kane said. He was already moving, pulling Marcus up by the arm. Marcus stumbled, his jeans still around his ankles, cum still running down his thighs. "Fuck fuck fuck."Riven was off the bed and grabbing his jeans from the floor. He didn't both

IzzyI walked out of the guest room last. Mom was still talking to Lily about the closet space and how the morning light came in nice through that window. Dad stood there nodding like he cared about any of it. Kane and Riven had already stepped into the hall. I felt Lily’s eyes on my back the whole way to the door. She had smiled too calmly when she said the room was lovely. That smile stuck in my head like something sharp.Kane grabbed my wrist the second the door shut behind us. Riven was right there too. They pulled me down the hall and into my room without saying a word until the door clicked closed.“He’s on the roof,” Kane said. His voice was low and tight.“He’ll make the fire escape,” Riven added. He stood by my window like he could see through the wall to the side of the house.My stomach dropped hard. I kept seeing Marcus’s feet sticking out from under the bed, the bedspread pulled down over him, the dried mess on his thighs and the way his shirt hung open. All of it was sti

Izzy I couldn’t sleep. My body wouldn’t let me. It was past two in the morning and the house was quiet in that heavy way it got when everyone was supposed to be out for the night. My skin felt hot. My shoulders ached from holding everything in all day. The marks from the night before still throbbed under my clothes even though nothing showed. Marcus was still out there in the cold somewhere and every time I closed my eyes I saw the way he looked climbing out that window. I sat up in bed and shoved the covers off. My oversized t-shirt stuck to my back with sweat. The thin shorts I had on rode up my thighs. I needed water. Something cold. Anything to shut my brain off for five minutes.I padded downstairs barefoot. The wood was cool under my feet. The kitchen light was already on. That stopped me cold in the doorway.Lily sat at the table. She wore a silky tank top that barely covered anything and boy shorts that left her thick thighs completely bare. Her breasts looked heavy under the

Chapter 48 Izzy I sat frozen in that chair with Riven standing right behind me and the kitchen still smelling like coffee and leftover tension from the night before. His breath was close enough that I felt it on the top of my head and I kept my eyes locked on the table because looking anywhere else felt like admitting too much. My thighs were still sore and every tiny shift made the ache flare up again like Lily’s fingers were still inside me. I gripped the edge of the seat under the table and tried to keep my face blank.“Look at me,” he said. His voice stayed low but it had that hard edge that meant he was done waiting.“I am looking at the table,” I said. “It’s a nice table. Very solid. Good for putting coffee on.”“Izzy.”“What? You want me to turn around and stare at you while you stand there breathing down my neck? That’s not weird at all.”He didn’t move. I felt his hand come up and the tips of his fingers brushed the side of my neck right where the mark was. I flinched hard

Chapter 49Izzy Riven didn't stop.His hand stayed over mine, pressing my palm flat against the hard length of him through his pants, and he didn't look away from my face for even a second. I could feel the heat of him through the fabric, the twitch of something underneath my fingers that made my stomach do a slow, sick flip. His jaw was tight. His eyes were darker than I'd ever seen them."Don't pull away," he said. His voice was quiet but it wasn't soft. There was nothing soft about any of this."Riven, Lily is literally right upstairs.""I know where she is.""She's going to come down.""Then you better be quiet."I stared at him. My hand was still trapped under his, still pressed against him, and I could feel every breath he took moving through his body. He shifted his hips a little and the pressure under my palm changed and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from making a sound."You're insane," I whispered."Probably." His thumb moved over the back of my hand, slow an