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ROWAN.The gray morning light was barely cutting through the filthy, grease-stained motel blinds, casting a dull gray shadow across the stained mattress where Julian was fast asleep beside me.His heavy body was curled right up against my hip, his warm breath hitting my ribs in steady cycles, his dark hair messy over the flat pillow.For the first time in as long as I could fucking remember, the constant, suffocating rage screaming inside my head was completely dead quiet.I lay flat on my back for twenty minutes without moving a single muscle, staring up at the water-damaged ceiling, feeling an unhinged, terrifying sense of peace settling deep into my chest.I knew he had early morning classes back on campus.I knew he needed to get his ass out of bed, but I didn't say a fucking word, and I didn't move an inch to wake him.I just carefully slid out from under his heavy arm, pulled my grey sweatpants and boots on, grabbed my truck keys off the nightstand, and stepped straight out into

ROWANThe freezing rain was slamming straight into the concrete alleyway like handfuls of broken glass.It soaked straight through my wool suit jacket... through my shirt... through the thin layer of white athletic tape I had wrapped around my neck... until the fresh, bloody gauze under my collar was heavy, freezing cold, and dripping wet against my skin.He grabbed the front of my jacket with both hands, lifting my feet completely off the wet pavement, and drove my spine straight into the rough wall with a sickening thud that made my teeth snap together.His split, bloody knuckles dug brutally into my collarbone... right beside the raw, purple bite mark... his dark, bloodshot eyes wide, unhinged, and black with pure, unadulterated hatred."Julian..." I choked out... my raw voice cracking into a high, pathetic rasp as my shaking hands reached up to grab his wrists... "Listen to me... please... just listen to me...""Don't you fucking touch me!..." Julian screamed into my face... his

THEO.My fingers were shaking so violently against the cold acrylic barrier that the heavy glass felt like it was buzzing under my palms, but the unhinged rage tearing through my skull was pure, scalding fire.This was not how this fucking script was supposed to end.Rowan was supposed to fold the second I held that lit screen up to his pathetic face.He was supposed to choke on his own spit, turn pale as a corpse, and cower on that bench like the broken, helpless piece of trash he had always been whenever I put my hands on him.He was supposed to belong to me.I had spent three long, grueling years building that arrogant Ashcroft heir from the ground up.I constructed his panic from scratch.I fed his filthy little secret until it suffocated him, making sure he knew in his bones that no matter where he ran, no matter what high-neck jersey he hid behind, and no matter who he tried to hire to clean up his mess, I owned every single breath in his lungs.I was his master.I was the one w

JULIANMy dick was so fucking hard inside my compression shorts that every single step back down the rubber tunnel felt like absolute torture.We'd just won the game four to three.The horn had blared over the rafters, the crowd had lost their fucking minds, and while the guys were screaming and slamming sticks against the glass, all I could look at was Rowan.I'd watched him move across the ice for twenty solid minutes.I'd watched the sweat dripping down the back of his neck, sticking his dark hair to his skin, highlighting the dark purple bite mark I'd buried into his collarbone. I'd watched his thighs flex under those heavy hockey pants every time he carved into the turn. Every time he took a hit. Every time he looked over his shoulder at me with those ruined, dark eyes.I was so fucking horny it felt like a sickness in my gut. My cock was throbbing, the head swollen and slick with precum, soaking through my compression shorts. The thick vein on the underside was pulsing against t

ROWAN."What do I want?..." my father sneered, his low, toxic voice cutting straight through the dark foyer, triggering that familiar, sickening freeze that started at the base of my skull and flooded down my spine.He didn't rush up the landing. He never rushed. Every slow, heavy step of his polished shoes against the hardwood was calculated to let the terror marinate... reminding me of every closed door, every quiet room, and every time he’d reminded me who owned me growing up.My body reacted before my brain could stop it. Muscle memory took over. My shoulders slammed inward, my lungs seized, and my hands started shaking so violently I had to jam them into my hoodie pockets just to hide the trembling."Look at you," he hissed, stepping right into my personal space, towering over me until his breath—reeking of stale scotch and cigars—fanned hot across my face. He reached out, his thick, silver-ringed hand clamping down hard on the nape of my neck, squeezing the base of my skull the