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Rook’s POVI watch as Kade Mercer moves through the streets like nothing can touch him. Staying a few steps behind him I trail him with my hands shoved into my pockets. I watch the way he walks, his head high and shoulders back. He's got that same cocky swagger like the whole damn world belongs to him. Still, there is something off. I've watched him enough now to know the difference in him. Normally, Kade moves like a damn storm, he's reckless, confident and always pushing forward without hesitation. But tonight? He hesitates. It's subtle, and most wouldn't even notice. I do though, I notice the way he glances over his shoulder, the way his fingers twitch at his sides before he shoves them back into his pockets. His steps also aren't quite as sure, his pace also not as steady as it normally is. He's distracted for some reason. That thought alone makes my stomach twist.Kade doesn't get distracted, he doesn't second-guess himself. So what the hell is going on with him right now?I fo
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Rook’s POVThe locker room is humming with the usual pre-game energy, the guys are stretching, taping their sticks and adjusting their gear. They are all going through the motions like this just any other game. It's not. At least for me it isn't. Sitting on the bench, I lace up my skates with slow deliberate movements, letting the anticipation settle deep into my chest. This game isn't important in our standings, and such, it's just a charity game. it's meant to be a time when we put on a good show, winning and losing means nothing. I don't care about the show, the only thing that matters to me right now, is that Kade Mercer is on the other side of the ice. For the first time in years, I don't know what version of him I'm going to get on the ice. Yesterday I felt it, the shift in him, something told me he wasn't himself. Mercer is always cocky, reckless and for some reason, he's always pushing forward like he doesn't give a fuck about anything but winning. Yesterday though? He was s
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Rook POVI’ve not been able to get the other night out of my head. My body pressed against Kade’s, the way his tongue pushed into my mouth like he was begging for fucking more.Practice has been fucking hard, mainly because I’m constantly hard. Every time one of the guys barrels into me, my mind goes straight to Kade. I see flashes of that night, his body arching, the way his breath hitched when I pushed him just far enough but not all the way. I could’ve had him. I know it. He knows it. And that’s exactly why I didn’t take him.I don’t just want him. I want him ruined for anyone else. I want him addicted to the way I play with him, stalking him, tormenting him, owning him. I want him to crave me like oxygen, to shudder at the thought of me not being there. So I walked away, and ;eft him standing there, breathless, confused and desperate.That’s how he makes me feel every fucking day.Today’s game is another chance to get inside his head, to tighten the grip. Like a snake, coiling aro
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Rook POVHis breathing is wrecked, his body completely still, and I know it’s killing him that he let it happen, that he let me see him like this. The fact is, he wanted it and he asked for it in so many ways before actually saying the words. So I gave it to him, even if he hates himself for letting me touch him.Slowly, I drag my fingers down his back, my touch softer now, teasing, and almost lazy. He flinches, but he doesn’t pull away. No, he doesn't try to escape and he doesn’t say a word either.I grin, pressing my lips against the back of his neck, letting the weight of what just happened settle between us. “You don’t have to say it,” I murmur, my voice is deep, low, and possessive. “We both already know.”His fingers twitch, his wrists still bound to the bed, but he still doesn’t answer. He's not going to, maybe because he's still too fucking stubborn to admit the truth? Too stubborn to accept he wanted this and wants me.I pull out slowly, watching the way his body reacts, the
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Rook POVHis smirk widens, knowing he’s landed a hit. “I’ll scream his fucking name so loud you’ll hear it for weeks,” he continues “And you’ll finally learn that you. Do. Not. Own. Me.”The last of my patience burns away, incinerated by the fucking audacity of him, by the way he’s looking at me like I don’t already own every single fucking part of him. I thrust into him, my hands gripping his hips like a vice, and his taunting words break apart instantly.He groans, a sound torn from his throat before he can stop it, his fingers clenching into the sheets beneath him. I press him into the mattress, my weight locking him in place, making sure he feels every inch of what he just asked for.“You think you can—”I slam into him again, cutting him off. His body arches, another deep sound spilling from his lips before he bites down into the sheets, trying to muffle himself.“You don’t own—”Another thrust. Another ragged, helpless fucking groan.“You can’t fuck for—” I push deeper, harder,
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Rook’s POVHe’s laughing. Laid out beneath me, wrists still cuffed to my bed, completely at my mercy, and he’s fucking laughing.I feel it, a deep pulse of something dark, something dangerous, curling inside me as I watch the smirk play across his lips. He knows what he just did, knows exactly how far he’s pushed me, knows that I’m hanging by a thread, and he loves it.My fingers tighten around his hips, my grip bruising, possessive, it's the only thing keeping me from completely losing it. He feels perfect beneath me, like he was always meant to end up right here, pinned, unable to fight, finally fucking admitting he’s mine.“You really don’t fucking learn, do you?” My voice is low, almost calm, but I feel the way he tenses, the way his body reacts despite the smirk still tugging at his lips.I lean down, my weight pressing into him, my mouth hovering just above his. His breath is warm, uneven, his chest rising and falling beneath me, his skin flushed, his body so fucking wired from
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Kade POV“Go on,” he murmurs, voice laced with a quiet threat. “Fight me. Push back. Watch what happens when I leak that fucking video behind my father’s back. You’ll be back in that trailer before you can even beg me not to.”My stomach twists, the air between us thick and suffocating. Shit.I wanted this,I wanted to push him, to taunt him, to make him snap and lose that thin grip he had on his self-control. But I also know exactly where my limits are, and I know damn well I can’t afford to lose everything.I can’t risk losing my career. I can’t risk my mother being stuck in that fucking trailer for the rest of her life, and Rook knows that.“Now open up,” he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.Everything in me screams to keep fighting, to resist, to keep taunting him just to prove that I’m still in control of something, but I can’t. Not this time. Because in the end, it isn’t about pride. It’s about survival.So I obey. His fingers tighten in my hair as he thrusts deep, g
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Kade POVHe watches me carefully, waiting for something, waiting for a reaction that I refuse to give him.“You still think this is a game,” he finally says, his voice quieter now, lower, like he’s talking more to himself than to me. “That’s fine. You’ll catch up soon enough.”I scoff, shifting my shoulders, rolling the tension out as much as I can with the limited movement I have. “You keep telling yourself that,” I mutter.His smirk flickers, just for a second, and I know I’ve hit something. He doesn’t like that I’m still pushing, that I haven’t given him the satisfaction of backing down.Good.I settle in, relaxing into the position like I have all the time in the world. “What now?” I ask, voice dry, unimpressed. “You gonna keep me locked up here like some kind of pet? Gonna drag me around, tell everyone you finally broke me?”He leans in closer, so close I can feel his breath against my skin, so close that for a second, the air between us tightens, like the tension is about to sna
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Kade POVThe pounding in my skull is relentless, a deep, stabbing ache that makes it hard to focus. My body feels too heavy, my limbs sluggish, weighed down by something I can’t place. The air around me is cold, pressing against my bare skin in a way that feels wrong, and when I try to shift, to lower my arms so that I can push myself up, something jerks me back, stopping me mid-motion.A sharp clank of metal rings out, the sound slicing through my haze like a gunshot. I blink, my breath catching as I force myself to register what just happened. My arms are stuck. My wrists are secured. Slowly, I lift my head, the dull weight of exhaustion dragging against me as I follow the pull of resistance, eyes locking onto the handcuffs wrapped tight around my wrists.Thick, heavy-duty steel glints under the dim light, the chain stretched taut, looped around the top bar of the bed behind me. The second I process what I’m seeing, my body reacts. My pulse kicks up, my muscles tensing as I yank, tr
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Rook POVMy father watches me for a moment, his fingers tapping against the glass in his hand before he sighs, setting it down with a dull thud. “Enough about Mercer. There’s business to take care of,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over his jaw before pushing himself up from the chair.I arch a brow, stretching out lazily but already knowing where this is going. “Business?” I echo, amused. “That your way of saying you need me for something?”His lips twitch, but it isn’t a smile, just that knowing look that tells me whatever he’s about to say isn’t up for negotiation. “A shipment came in late. Someone’s been fucking around with my routes, and I need to send a message,” he says, cracking his neck before grabbing his coat from the back of the chair. “And since you’re so damn unbothered about Mercer, you can come along.”I sigh but stand anyway, shoving my hands into my pockets as I follow him out the back door of the villa. The air is crisp, the sky dark and quiet, but the silence doesn’t
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Rook POVHe’s a fucking mess. I thought he was stronger than this, more resilient, more stubborn, more mine. I’ve spent years pushing him, chipping away at him, watching him almost break and rebuild himself over and over again, just to knock him down again. He’s taken my shit for so long that I thought he could withstand anything. But my father? Fuck. My father shattered him in a week. A week.That’s impressive, I can’t deny it, but it also pisses me off. I had a plan. A long, drawn-out, torturous plan. I was going to take my time with him, make him fight me every step of the way until there was nothing left to fight with. I wanted to watch him crack slowly, wanted to see him resist and resist until he finally begged for me to fuck him.Instead, my father sped up the process, ripped through him like it was nothing, and now Kade is already at the edge.It’s almost disappointing. I wanted to make him desperate, make him crave it, make him ask for it. I wanted to stretch him out on the h
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Rook POV **Warning this chapter includes Dub-Con**His eyes widen, his breath hitching for just a fraction of a second. But then, just as quickly, he shakes it off, snapping right back into his anger, shoving the reaction away like it never existed.“You can’t just claim someone,” he bites out. “You can’t just say I’m yours when you have nothing from me! You kissed me, that doesn’t mean shit! That doesn’t make me yours!”I sigh, already bored of his little outburst.Then he makes a mistake. “Paul fucked me,” he sneers, his voice dripping with venom. “He owns more of me than you ever could.”My grip tightens on the wheel, my pulse slowing to something dangerous.He laughs, mocking, taunting, enjoying the reaction he thinks he’s getting. “Hell, even Darren owns more of me than you do.”I slam on the brakes, the tires screeching against the road as the car jerks to a sudden stop. Kade barely has a second to react before I’m out of my seat, yanking open his door and grabbing him by the co
