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“Deeper, captain. Show me why you’re the best on the ice.” Jax laughed breathlessly, angling to hit my prostate dead-on. “Because I always win. Even when I’m balls-deep in my biggest rival.” He reached around and stroked me in time with his thrusts. “You gonna come on my cock? Paint the shower floor while I breed you?” I moaned loud, body tightening. “Keep talking like that and I will. Tell me how much you love fucking me.” “Love it,” he panted, pace turning brutal. “Love how you moan my name. Love how your hole grips me. Been dreaming about this… hate-fucking you until you admit you’re mine.”

I went through your Kings vs Kraken review. I smiled. At least one Cross brother was decent. I walked over to his office. He greeted me with that warm, easy smile and motioned for me to sit. “I really liked your analysis,” he said, sliding the printed copy toward me. “You have a sharp eye for momentum shifts. Here — I made a few notes.” He spent the next twenty minutes going through it with me, explaining sports journalism tips, how to balance stats with storytelling, and how to make the piece more engaging. I was actually learning. It felt good — refreshing, even.

The air grew thick with sweat and arousal. Evening brought a group massage on the deck under string lights. Bottles of oil gleamed. It started innocently with Bruno massaging Brenda’s back, but hands soon wandered. Brenda rolled over, pulling Bruno between her legs. He slid into her with a groan. “So tight. So perfect.”

“Meanwhile he’s been fucking that girl from his gym for weeks. I found the texts.” Dante’s jaw tightened, but his voice stayed even. “He’s an idiot, Riley. Always has been when it comes to women like you.” His eyes dropped to my mouth for a second, then back up. “You’re young, smart, and you don’t take shit. Any man who can’t see that doesn’t deserve to touch you.” The way he said “touch you” made heat rush through me. I crossed my legs, pressing my thighs together, feeling myself get slick just from the conversation.

His smile was warm, but it only made the ache in my chest grow stronger. I smiled back, but deep down I was upset. I really wished he’d had just left. Anyways, I went ahead to sit beside Cole, who had already taken a spot beside him. The cushions were soft, almost too soft, and they seemed to swallow me whole as I sank into them. My eyes picked out the title of the book that he was reading. It was “Bound by Hatred.” This was one of my favorite dark romance novels I read as a teen. The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, bittersweet and poignant.

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Just on paper. So why did it hurt me so? Maybe because he’d kissed me so passionately I’d dared to think this could have been real. He was probably deep inside the woman I just caught him kissing, minutes after he slid a fucking ring on my finger. The ring burned, and instead of my prosthetic finger, I found myself twisting it in place in nervous jerks. Broken. Unlovable. Why did every single attempt at romance end up with me at the losing end? Embarrassed and betrayed, twice in a row, when I’d wanted nothing but companionship, at the very least.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Five Something You Shouldn’t Want The wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like

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He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.