All Chapters of FORBIDDEN PLEASURES: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jax Kane slammed his locker shut with a loud metallic bang that echoed through the emptying Boston Blades locker room. His knuckles were split open and throbbing from the third-period fight, but he barely felt it. Just another night. He ran a hand through his dark, messy hair, still damp from the shower, and shrugged on a black button-up shirt over his broad, tattooed chest. At 6’4” with a sharp jawline, ice-blue eyes, and that nonchalant fuck-it-all attitude, Jax looked like the kind of guy who could ruin your life and make you thank him for it. Handsome as hell in that dangerous way,stubble, scars, and a body built for violence and speed on the ice. He was the team’s enforcer. He dropped gloves, protected the stars, and collected his paycheck without getting too attached to anything. Or anyone.Most nights he went for the tall, skinny model types hanging around the lounge, girls with perfect asses and no real problems. Easy fucking. No complications. He never wasted time on regular

CHAPTER THREEJax’s hand stayed at the back of Riley’s neck, fingers gentle in her damp hair. She felt the steady beat of his heart under her palm where it rested on his bare chest. When they finally pulled apart, Riley’s breath came a little uneven. She lowered her heels and looked up at him. Jax’s blue eyes stayed on hers, searching, not pushing.“You good?” he asked, voice quiet.She nodded. “Yeah. Just… a lot happened tonight.”He gave a short nod and stepped back, giving her space. “I’ll get us tea and some cookies. Bathroom’s through there. Take your time.”Jax left the bedroom to make tea. Soft footsteps faded down the stairs.Riley stood alone in the oversized jersey. Her pants were still damp. She shoved them down her legs and kicked them away. Cool air touched her bare skin. Between her thighs she was already slick wet from the kiss, from the solid heat of his body against hers earlier. Her clit pulsed hard.She walked into the bathroom, turned the shower hot, and stepped u

CHAPTER FIVEBrenda stepped fully into the house, eyes scanning Riley’s empty spot by the kitchen and then locking back on Jax.“Who is she?” she asked, voice sharp. “Why does this place smell like you two were fucking?”Jax didn’t flinch. “Yes. And it’s none of your business.”Brenda’s perfect makeup couldn’t hide the flash of anger. “We were exclusive!”“Ain’t nothing exclusive in being in a situationship,” Jax said, flat and final. “You knew that.”Brenda let out a short, bitter laugh. “Oh, that’s how it is now? Found a new piece of pussy?”Jax’s jaw tightened. “Hey. Don’t talk about her like that. Me and you are over. Leave.”Brenda laughed again, softer this time, and stepped closer. She tilted her head, letting her long hair fall over one shoulder, and reached out like she was going to touch his chest. Her voice dropped into that familiar, practiced tone she always used when she wanted something. “Come on, baby. You’re not serious. We always end up back here.”Jax moved back bef

CURSED BIRTHDAY?CATHERINE’s POVI sat alone at the corner table of the restaurant. Soft golden lights glowed over dark wood and white tablecloths. Quiet jazz drifted through the air. The smell of grilled steak and fresh flowers mixed with expensive perfume. Crystal glasses caught the light every time someone walked by.My red silk dress clung to my skin. The cowl neck dipped low and showed almost all of my cleavage. Cool air from the vent brushed over the exposed skin and made my nipples tighten. I looked calm on the outside. Inside I was falling apart.I stared at the empty chairs and picked up my phone. My hands shook so hard the screen blurred.Christy was the one who pushed me to book the dinner in the first place.I kept going back and forth. One minute I wanted to celebrate. The next minute I felt stupid for even trying. My dad had been cold for years. I knew deep down he wouldn’t show. But a small, stubborn part of me still hoped.I told Christy I wasn’t sure.She rolled her e

CATHERINE’S POVDays passed.I tried to focus on classes, on notes, on anything else. It didn’t work. I tried to bury the memory. It refused to stay buried.Every night the image came back. That thick cock with the heavy veins. The way his fist moved over it. The wet sound. The low groans.I would lie in bed and press my thighs together. My panties would get soaked just from the memory. I hated how my body reacted. I hated that I kept wondering what it would feel like if he pushed that dick inside me.In class I still caught myself staring at the empty space where a lecturer should stand and thinking about the bulge in his pants.One afternoon the class received an online test. The new professor would not be present.Christy leaned over while we waited for the questions to load.She frowned. “He’s not coming?”“Apparently he doesn’t have time to show up and conduct his own test in person. But he has time to sit in that office and stroke his dick.” I scoffed.Her face heated. “What?”C