All Chapters of Dirty Games Off Ice: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Damien Alex stared at me, searching my face for any crack, any flicker that would tell him I was lying. His body was still flushed from what we’d just done, cum drying on his stomach, my marks all over him, but the heat in his eyes had shifted from lust to something colder. “No,” I repeated, firmer this time. I sat up fully, the sheet pooling around my waist. “It wasn’t me.” He let out a shaky breath and dragged a hand down his face. “Then who the fuck was it, Damien? Because I woke up that morning feeling exactly like this like someone had used me all night and left me leaking. And you were the only person in my fucking bed.” I hated the way he said it. Like I was the default suspect. Like the idea of me doing that to him without consent was the most natural conclusion in his head. I reached for the bottle of water on the nightstand and handed it to him. He took it but didn’t drink, just clutched it like a weapon. Alex’s POV I stared at the ceiling like it owed me , my

Alex I woke up that morning feeling like someone had taken a baseball bat to my ass . Every shift under the sheets sent a sharp reminder up my spine, and I lay there for a solid minute just staring at the ceiling with my jaw clenched tight. The bruises on my thighs throbbed when I finally swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I did not even bother with pants. I walked straight to the bathroom like a man on a mission, locked the door behind me even though nobody else was in the apartment, and dug that stupid lotion bottle out from the back of the cabinet.My hands shook a little as I pulled the condom out. It still looked ridiculous, tied off and heavy, like some kind of fucked-up party balloon. I set it on the counter and just stared at it. What the hell was I doing? I had let Damien wreck me again yesterday, begged him for it while he wore the damn thing, came so hard I saw stars, and now here I was hiding his load like a paranoid freak. My chest got tight. I pressed the heel of m

Alex I kept kissing Jax even though part of me knew I should push him away. His mouth was warm and demanding, tongue sliding against mine like he was trying to take back everything that went wrong last time. My back hit the wall inside my apartment and his hands pushed under my shirt, palms rough and hot on my stomach. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in harder, biting his bottom lip because some stupid angry part of me wanted to hurt him a little too. He made a low sound and pressed his whole body against me so I could feel how hard he already was through his jeans.My heart was pounding so fast it made my chest feel tight. Half of it was because I wanted him bad, the other half was because I hated how easy it was for me to fall right back into this. We were both breathing heavy, mouths barely leaving each other.“Should we go to the bedroom?” I mumbled against his lips, not really wanting to move yet.“Too far,” he answered, voice all thick and rough. He shoved my shir

Alex“Get out,” I said. My voice came out shaky but I meant it this time. I pushed Damien’s chest hard enough that he actually stepped back. “Both of you. Get the fuck out of my house right now.”Damien looked at me like I had lost my mind. His eyebrows shot up and that stupid smirk he always wore started to fade. “What the hell is wrong with you, Alex? Two seconds ago you were crying and begging us to fuck you harder.”Jax stood there behind me, still half-hard, looking confused and pissed at the same time. “Yeah, what’s this about? You were just moaning our names and now you want us gone?”I grabbed my shorts from the floor and pulled them up fast, not even caring that I still had their spit and cum on me. “I said I want to be alone. Is that so hard to understand? Just leave.”Damien laughed, but it was the mean kind of laugh. “You want to be alone? After all that? Your dick is still wet from Jax’s hand and you’re throwing us out like we’re delivery guys who overstayed.”“Listen to

Alex I stood there frozen while the footsteps got closer. Mr. Knox gave me this deadly stare that made my stomach drop straight to the floor. His eyes looked ready to murder me on the spot. I thought, shit, this is it. I have gone and ruined everything and now I am dead for sure. My legs felt weak. I wanted to run but my feet would not move. He raised his hand fast. I flinched hard, squeezed my eyes shut tight, and waited for the punch that would probably knock me out cold. My whole body went tight, heart banging like it wanted to escape.But the hit never came. Instead his fingers grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked me sideways so rough I almost tripped over my own stupid feet. Next thing I knew we were inside the small bathroom right next to the study room. He kicked the door shut behind us and locked it with a click that sounded way too loud in the quiet house. The sound made my skin crawl.“What the hell are you doing?” I whispered, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it