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"I lost it. I wanted to hurt him just as bad as he hurt my feelings. It wasn't acceptable behavior for a sparring match. Instead of gaining my father’s favor, I lost even more of it. He was humiliated by my lack of control. I've hated Darian ever since." "And I've hated the immature Northern heir who put me in a medical bed for almost a week," Darian added. The pancakes were all gone now, the plate empty. I smiled, feeling a strange sense of relief. "This is interesting. I think I’m one of the only people in the world who knows the true story behind the Kings' rivalry." They both laughed, the sound filling the room. It was a beautiful moment of connection, but it was cut short. A strong, sud

I swallowed, trying to hide the rush her presence always provoked. "Better than you ever could," I shot back, grin matching her smirk. The media loved our rivalry. Interviews asked the same questions: Who’s the better player? Who has the stronger drive? Who will dominate this season? We answered politely, professionally, while secretly circling each other like predators. But there were moments, small, dangerous moments, when the court cleared, when the arena was empty and the crowd gone, that everything shifted. The competitive edge remained, but it was replaced by something hotter, something that made my heartbeat double with every brush of her hand, every shared glance.

He's backstage, laughing at something off the camera, his hair slightly disheveled and wearing one of his own designs. A pink shirt, unbuttoned at the top and sleeves rolled to his elbows. I stop breathing for a second. Unwanted heat spreads through my body, curling low in my stomach. "Velles is the hottest brand in the world right now," Maya continues, completely oblivious to the war raging inside me. I take my eyes away from the screen, but it's too late. My mind is already racing, filled with desperate desires. "He would never agree," I say, my voice tight even to my own ears. "Not after everything."

"See you in the pool tomorrow. And right back here after." The door swung shut behind him. I stood under the hot water, cum still slowly leaking from my ass, body sore and satisfied. The rivalry burned hotter than ever. We still hated each other with everything we had. But the hate had turned into something filthy, secret, and completely addictive. And I already knew I would be waiting for him after the next practice, ready to take his cock and his cum again. Even if it could destroy both of us if anyone ever found out.

while the other students were at a secret party in the dorms. "Just ten more pages," I whispered to myself. The ancient library was silent, smelling of old paper and expensive wax. I needed this A+. If my grades slipped even an inch, the board would snatch my scholarship away and hand it to some rich kid who didn't even know how to spell 'hard work.' A heavy thud echoed from the back of the room. My heart jumped. I wasn't supposed to be here this late. If the headmaster caught me, I was dead. I quickly blew out my small reading lamp and ducked behind a shelf of thick history books.

The tension between us tightened, sharp and charged. It had always been like this. For three years, our rivalry had been a violent, bitter clash of opposites. But beneath the hatred, buried under layers of discipline, was something darker that I refused to name. "I'll do whatever I want," Kael murmured, his voice losing its mocking edge, turning low and rough. He reached out, his large, calloused fingers gripping the strings of my hoodie. He didn't pull, but the contact was enough to make my breath hitch.

I had spent my whole life being the one in power, but as I stepped out into the cool city air, I realized that Julian Thorne was the first man who had the strength to actually challenge me. The drive back to my apartment was a blur of frustration and arousal, my mind replaying the way he had looked at me in that boardroom. I tried to tell myself that he was just another arrogant venture capitalist playing a game of psychological warfare, but the way my body responded told a different story. I wanted to fight him, I wanted to ruin him, and more than anything, I wanted to feel him pressing me against a wall and taking everything I had to give. The rivalry was no longer just about a firm or a c

Agreeing to his strategy meant completely abandoning the pristine, calculated methodology my father had violently drilled into me since childhood. It meant crossing a massive legal and moral boundary, fully aligning myself with the Valez heir to protect a legacy my family had actively destroyed. I looked at his expressive face, the messy dark hair, and the fierce determination anchoring his posture. The inherited rivalry felt completely irrelevant compared to the visceral, magnetic pull anchoring me to this exact moment. "I am with you," I said with entire certainty. Dante’s lips formed into a lethal smile, the sheer approval in his expression sending another jolt of adrenaline straight thro

Thinking about Axel Mercer's face? I shook my head, trying to dislodge the thought. He was an opponent. A rival who'd taken Julian's starting spot. More importantly, he was a lunatic. Who broke his arm on purpose just to avoid running sprints and get free pudding? The guy was a certified freak. I grabbed my gym bag, kicked open the car door, and marched toward the building. *** By Wednesday of the following week, whatever energy I had left was gone.

It was something that I could have easily told him over the phone but I needed to imprint the urgency in his mind. As I left the place, my mind went back to the past as I remembered the rivalry growing up with Daniel. As I stepped out of my lawyer’s office and into the cool night air, my thoughts drifted back to the past—back to Daniel and the rivalry that had defined our childhood. Daniel and I had never been close, despite being family. If anything, we had been locked in a battle for as long as I could remember. It had started as little things—who could run faster, who got better grades, who our grandfather favored. But as we grew older, the stakes became higher. It wasn't just about pride