Asa Every single bone in my body is screaming. I drag my jeans up with hands that shake so badly I can barely thread my belt through the loops. A sharp, ragged gasp rips from my throat the second the rough denim brushes against the fresh, dark purple bites marking my thighs. My skin is a roadmap of his possession—covered in raw bruises and the burning sting of the mark settling deep into the flesh below my jaw. I look like I got run over by a freight train, and yet the clock on my phone is ticking down mercilessly toward 1.00 PM. Match day. "You are not going anywhere, Grey," Kirill says flatly from the bedroom doorway. He stands with his bare arms folded across his massive tatted chest, his grey eyes tracking my frantic, painful movements with cold logic. "Your body is spent. Plus, I have a feeling you won't be skating today." "I am the captain," I hiss through my teeth, my voice a broken, hoarse rasp as I reach for my grey team hoodie, wincing as the fabric stretches over
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