All Chapters of The NHL Captain's Fake Girlfriend : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KYLE.“Shit—” The word tore out of me the second my eyes locked on the doorway.Elara stood there, her mouth wide open and her eyes widened in shock. She was completely frozen in place, staring at the exact spot where I was buried inside someone else. She looked like it was the first time she had ever walked in on two people fucking—and maybe, in the way that actually mattered, it was the first time the sight had hit her this hard.“What the fuck…” she muttered, still staring, voice thin and disbelieving.The girl bent over beneath me twisted to look back over her shoulder, confusion flickering across her face as she registered we had an audience. I pulled out immediately. The sudden loss of heat was almost painful. I reached for the nearest piece of clothing to cover myself, heart slamming against my ribs for an entirely different reason than it had been thirty seconds earlier.Elara’s voice came out rushed and cracked. “Shit—I’m sorry. I’m so sorry—”She turned on her heel and fled

ELARA.I walked down the stairs and I could literally feel Kyle’s gaze on me with every single step.It was like a physical weight pressed against my skin tracking the way the miniskirt rode higher on my thighs with each deliberate movement, the way the thin bralette clung to my chest, the slow sway I put in my hips because I knew exactly where his eyes were. Good. Let him look. Let him see what he had been buried inside someone else instead of less than an hour ago. The memory of that doorway—his hands on another girl’s hips, the wet sound of sex, the way he had looked up still sat behind my ribs like a bruise I kept pressing on purpose.The second my foot hit the main floor, June’s voice boomed through the microphone, amplified and theatrical. “And we’re welcoming… the captain’s girlfriend, Elara!”The crowd erupted with cheers and whistles. Someone shouted my name loud enough to cut through the bass. The sound hit me like a wave and for the first time all night something bright

KYLE.My fist connected with Mason’s face for the second time before anyone in the room fully processed the first.His jaw shifted under my knuckles with a soft, sickening sound. Mason’s head snapped sideways. Blood sprayed bright across his upper lip and cheek. He staggered back two full steps, eyes wide with the pure shock of someone who had not expected the first punch to be followed so immediately by a second. The entire party froze in that split second of collective disbelief—music still thumping uselessly from the speakers, mouths open, phones half-raised—then the noise returned all at once in a single roaring wave. Shouts, gasps and even someone near the back screamed for us to stop. None of it landed properly, It all sounded like it was happening underwater. The only thing that existed in sharp focus was the red haze sitting behind my eyes and the fact that this bastard had put his hands on Elara after everything he had already done to her.I followed him.He swung wild, a

ELARA. My eyes flung open to a ceiling that was not mine. Pain arrived first, thick, pulsing, centered right behind my eyes like someone had taken a blunt object to the inside of my skull and decided to keep swinging. Light leaked through the half-closed blinds in thin, aggressive stripes and stabbed straight into my brain. I groaned, rolled onto my side, and the sheets slid cool and unfamiliar against my skin that still felt oversensitive. Kyle’s room. Not mine. The realization landed at the exact same second as the memory. A flash of Kyle on top of me, his weight pinning me down, the thick stretch of him buried deep, the filthy, wrecked sound of his voice when he told me this cunt was his for the night ripped through my mind so vividly I physically flinched. My eyes flew wide. Heat flooded my face, my neck, the space between my legs, all at once and without permission. “Oh shit,” I whispered to the empty room. I sat up too fast and the room tilted. The sheet pooled ar

MASON.Bianca was face-down in the pillows with her ass raised high, knees spread wide on the messy sheets, exactly how I liked her when I wasn’t in the mood to pretend this was anything soft or meaningful.I slammed into her from behind hard enough that the headboard cracked against the wall and a broken, high-pitched sound tore out of her throat. My entire body still ached from the beating Kyle had given me the night before—ribs screaming with every deep thrust, left eye swollen nearly shut, split lip stinging every time I breathed through my mouth, knuckles stiff and scabbed—but the pain only made me fuck her harder. Every stroke sent a fresh jolt through the bruises and I welcomed it. Pain meant I was still standing. Pain meant that self-righteous captain hadn’t put me down permanently no matter how hard he had tried in front of half the team.“Fuck—Mason—yes—” Bianca moaned, voice already wrecked and climbing higher. She pushed back greedily to meet every thrust, arching her ba