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I couldn’t help but glance around right along Freya, continuing to look for Michael in the crowd.

The game raged on, the intensity never letting up. Nashville fought back hard, their players pushing and shoving, desperate to even the score. Walker seemed to take up the whole net, blocking every shot that came his way, and making it look easy. Nashville was relentless though, and the puck found its way to an open player, who lined up for a clear shot at the goal.

Before the puck could fly toward Walker, Camden dove in front of it, his body a blur of motion. The puck slammed into his shin pads and ricocheted away, the danger averted.

I jumped out of my seat, ignoring the flash of pain in my neck as the crowd roared. He was so freaking good.

The final minutes of the game were a blur of frantic action. The Knights held their ground, every player giving their all. When the final buzzer sounded, the crowd erupted, the noise absolutely deafening—we’d won.

“I’m calling the police now,” Freya snapped in my ear, clearly irritated she’d given into me. I nodded. I definitely wanted them to get Michael—I just hadn’t wanted to mess up Camden’s big night.

Michael had already messed up a million of mine.

I walked with the girls down the tunnel that led to the locker room, Olivia waddling the entire way because her belly was so huge. We waited around the locker room doors with some of the other wives and girlfriends.

Camden was the first one out. He took one look at me up close and it was all over.

“Who the hell did that to you?” he growled.

I immediately burst into tears.

CHAPTER 34

ANASTASIA

Camden was standing in the closet with me, watching me closely while I got dressed…like Michael was going to pop out of my clothes and take me if he left.

He’d been like this since the bathroom incident, watching me every second as if I was going to disappear if he even blinked. Freya had ended up being diagnosed with a concussion that night, so she’d been on leave for the last week. Camden had gone everywhere with me, not leaving my side unless Olivia’s bodyguards were also present.

I was also on a no-peeing ban at games unless all the girls—and the bodyguards—were with me. Under no circumstances did I want a repeat of that night, so I wasn’t pushing back on anything. It was clear that Michael was losing it, becoming even more unhinged and desperate. It made him even more terrifying than before.

For Camden’s away playoff games, I’d taken off from practice to go with him. He’d said he wasn’t going if I didn’t come too. He’d gone to Madame Leclerc himself about the situation, and whatever he’d said...had been very convincing. She’d started being way nicer to me. Which I guess was a perk of having the hottest, most charming man alive as your boyfriend—especially if he was an NHL star who was sponsoring the Company.

Her change in attitude didn’t bother me as much as I would have thought. I needed a breather from the stress and the drama and the constant ridicule.

However it came.

“You look beautiful, baby girl,” Camden said, his eyes heating as he slowly took me in. We were having a dinner party at Geraldine’s to celebrate the Knights’ first round playoff win. They’d won four games in a row and finished early. The two teams battling it out to play them next looked to be headed for a seventh-game, so the Knights would be home for a few extra days before the next round began.

I wasn’t sure about meeting Geraldine. She’d evidently been in Europe for the last month, which is why I hadn’t met her even though she lived across the hall. I kept imagining this gorgeous modelesque woman trying to sweep in and hit on my man.

I may have become a touch possessive myself.

“What are you thinking about?” he murmured, crowding me against the wall as he dipped his lips to my shoulder and dropped decadent kisses across my skin.

I gasped, losing the ability to talk for a moment. Camden had been very careful with me since the incident, and I missed the hair-pulling, spanking, fingertips digging into my skin Daddy that he usually was.

“Just tonight,” I finally whispered as his fingers slid down my stomach and between my legs, sliding over the damp silk of my underwear—I was pretty sure I was always wet around him.

His fingers had just started to dip beneath my panty line when the doorbell rang...at least five times in a row. Camden groaned, his forehead falling to my shoulder. “I’m guessing that’s Ari,” I said in a raspy voice, and his head snapped up.

“I don’t want to hear another man’s name coming out of your mouth when you sound like that. Do you understand?” he commanded in his silky, dangerous voice that could get me to do whatever he wanted.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.

“Better remind you just in case.” His fingers finally pushed under my panty line, thrusting inside me as he expertly worked my clit. I was a trembling, panting mess by the time he was done with me.

And the only name I obviously screamed as I came…was his.

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