Todos los capítulos de PUCK & PUNISHMENT : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

CHAPTER TWOAsher's PerspectiveIt's Eight p.m at the Venom's mansion. Which was purposefully built by the four of us for our privacy and entertainment. First four floors our rooms and here at the fifth floor is Play room. Music blasts while heavy tension about a particular someone sits in the airThere is something different about the wacko, and the way my body reacted to him is insane,which means I need to teach him a lesson."How is he the same person from six weeks ago?" Vlad roars, wincing at the pain in his hand."His records only show three weeks in a rehab center then home" Caden says,voice tense with a tiny worryI throw a dart"Bullseye" One of the college girls scream, walking towards me and I glare at her making her stop."So he learned to fight and talk back in three fucking weeks?" Vlad retorts.Shoving glasses off the table, making the women nearby scream.My mind wanders back to the ice. Remington on top of me. His palm on my chest. The way his cock pressed against min

ASHER POVI’m on the ice alone, which isn't unusual since it’s eleven PM. The rink at this hour is mine.Just me, the cold air biting into me and the quiet company of the arena that’s a polar opposite of the inside of my skull. This is the only place that makes sense to me since I can’t sleep. My brain won't stop looping the image of a certain thick-muscled, chiseled-jawed guy on his knees, taking my full length into his mouth. I skate my puck into the post but it miss,the fifth time tonight. Not because I can't play but because each time my stick scratch through the ice, my brain supplies the sound of Remington gagging on my cock. His nails scratching on my thighs and the wet patch on his pants only I sawI’ve watched the clip over six times. Each time gets me as hard as the last, which is a big fucking problem.I plant my skate deep against the ice, cold air burning my lungs as I weave through the cones, my stick snapping sharply against the puck.I cut hard left, drop my shoulders

TORREN POVI scale the fence and the first thing I hear is Vladimir.“Make sure you don’t miss any place.”Thundering through the wall of the room beside ours; heavy and accusing. The kind that's looking for a scape goat after having decided someone is guilty of a crime and he's just collecting evidence.I stop at our window and look through the glass.The room is midly lit. My roommates should be asslep so I open the glass and stopShiloh, the shorty among us stares at me as I jump through the window.Sitting cross-legged on his bed with a snack, facing the window, eyes wide and fixed on me as I climb onto my bed. My heart takes a pause. Few seconds to run through calculation of whether to knock him out or.."Who amongst you wasn't indoor five minutes ago?" Caden thunder and I hear footsteps move closer.Ignoring it is.."You.. Did... " Shiloh looks at me stuttering. Then my legs which is wet from the wet grasses I raced through and the sole of my shoe that leaves a trail of snow dow

I stand as well immediately The men by Shiloh's bedside stop, and move to my side of the room by the window I jumped through. Oliver clutch his stuffs together and Shiloh stand on his feet, rushing to pick his origami that is wet. A pang of guilt move through me as I take in my roommates bedside. Their stuffs are overturned. Clothes on the wet floor. My books on the desk land on the wet bed. My jaw tighten and I step move forward until a body walks right in front of me Asher. I stop, watching the men rip apart my side of the room. What follows is an internal count through the chaos swimming through my head as I watch them search... They go through my bag. I watch them do it without moving. Holding myself to not track their hands too obviously especially when one of them pick up my bag: My School books, spare clothes, charger fall to the floor. Then he throws it aside. Totally missing the false bottom that's pressure locked to hold my operational kit - you’d need to kn

TORREN POV I’m caught. Standing in plain sight on the screen. With my ghost mask and black clothing of course. The shot is taken from the corridor camera angle I thought I’d handled. Clearly hadn’t handled well enough. Not that last night’s search wasn’t already an indication. Apparently destroying their gloves, their pucks, their dignity, and hitting two of them with paint balls warranted an assembly where teachers are absent and the heirs handle us like we're not age mates. It seems I truly rattled the preppy heirs and they're showing us Michigan Prep’s version of justice: gather everyone into one room and perform authority from a raised platform. We’re lined by dormitory- Roommates together. So, Shiloh is beside me, Oliver on his other side. “Caden and Vlad are injured,” Shiloh says quietly, face forward, not moving his mouth much. I give him nothing back. I’m still weary of him and recalibrating how much I trust him after last night. He earned something. I haven’t decided wh