Todos los capítulos de Three Rules with My Best Friend's Brother : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

Drake POVThe headboard slammed against the drywall with enough force to crack the plaster. Beneath me, Brittany whimpered, her fingers clawing at my bare shoulders, digging nails into my skin as I thrust into her hard, fast, and completely detached.To anyone else, it would look like passion. To me, it was pure, unadulterated extermination.I wasn't even looking at her face. My eyes were slammed shut, jaw locked so tight my teeth ached, as I used the friction and the heat to drown out a completely different image. An image of wet, transparent cotton clink around b*obs, blazing brown eyes, and a sharp, mocking mouth telling me that touching me was at the bottom of her bucket list.Rosa.The name scraped across my brain like a jagged piece of glass. She was supposed to be asleep down the hall. She was supposed to be Chloe’s annoying, off-limits best friend—the girl I had spent years treating like verbal garbage just to keep her out of my space. Instead, she was breathing under my roof.

Rosa POVMy pulse thundered in my ears, echoing the brutal, electric hum of skin against skin.Drake’s fingers clamped around my wrist like a steel cuff, holding me flush against his hard chest. His gaze burned into mine, dark and utterly untamed, before dipping slowly to my mouth.I swallowed hard, forcing every ounce of defensive venom I possessed into my voice. "Let go of me, Drake, before I call your twin or use this kitchen spatula to rearrange your face."Drake didn't flinch. An arrogant shadow crossed his face. "Do it, Rosa. Let's see you try."Instead of backing down, I stretched my free hand blindly across the island, my fingers wrapping around the handle of a plastic spatula. I whipped it up, brandishing it like a sword right under his nose.Drake blinked, startled by the sheer audacity, and instantly shoved my hand away, releasing my wrist as if I carried a plague. He stepped back, scowling darkly. "You're seriously insane.""And you're insufferable," I snapped back, rubbin

Drake POVMy mind didn't process the crowd. It didn't process the whispers echoing off the glass or the stunned silence of my own teammates standing twenty feet away. The only thing registering in my central nervous system was the phantom ghost of Westbridge fingers wrapping around Rosa’s arm.I dropped my stick, scooped her up as she slipped on the ice, and shoved her completely behind my back. My body automatically slotted into a protective barrier between her and the rest of the world.When I turned back to face Cole Montgomery, the blood roaring in my ears sounded like a freight train.Cole tried to recover, offering up that lazy, mocking grin of his, but the second he took a half-step forward, my gaze pinned him to the spot. I stepped up to him, invading his space until my chest plate pressed directly into his."You listen to me, Montgomery," I whispered, my voice dropping into a low, dead-eyed tone that cut through the cavernous chill of the arena. "You look at her again. You sp