Page 66 of Pucking Obsessed

Scott starts screaming, panicked now as he thrashes against the chains. I ignore him, tossing the puck up lazily before swinging the stick in my hands. The puck hits Scott square in the mouth with a sickening crack, the impact shattering teeth and sending blood spraying.

His screams turn to garbled cries, and I take a step closer, my voice cold. “Don’t worry. I’ve got plenty,” I say, catching the next one Callum tosses at me. My grip on the stick tightens, my knuckles white with restrained fury. “I’ll stop when I think you’re as scared as she was.”

Scott tries to speak, but it’s more of a mangled gasp. He spits blood and broken teeth before choking out, “Your sister?—”

My vision blurs with rage, my swing freezing mid-air. I lower the stick slowly, my voice deadly calm as I cut him off. “Is fucking dead. She’s got a bullet in her head because she couldn’t stay away from what's mine.”

Scott shakes his head weakly, his chest heaving as his breath comes in shallow, broken gasps. “You?—”

“I’ll rip this whole campus apart, piece by piece, to keep Madison safe,” I’m yelling, all of my rage coming out now.

I toss another puck into the air, my grip on the stick tightening as I draw it back. This time, when I swing, it’s a direct hit to Scott’s crotch. The satisfying crack of the puck meeting its target is almost drowned out by his strangled scream. He doubles over as much as the chain will allow, gagging and hyperventilating like he’s going to puke. Blood drips down his face, mixing with the rain that’s starting to come down again. He looks pathetic.

The low rumble of an engine cuts through the night, headlights flashing as two trucks pull up. Callum glances down at his phone and smirks. “My cousin’s guys are here to pick him up,” he says, tucking his phone back into his hoodie pocket. “They’ll drop him off on their way back to the Falls. Finish him.”

I don’t need to be told twice. I grab another puck, letting it roll in my hand before tossing it up. My swing is swift, and the puck smashes into Scott’s face with enough force to make blood spray so far this time that it splatters on Callum’s arms.

“Fucking hell,” Callum hollers, wiping his arm on the bottom of his hoodie. Scott slumps forward, his head hanging, and I stride toward him, yanking his hair to tilt his head back. Blood trickles down his neck, pooling at his collar, and I lean in close, making sure he’s really gone. His chest isn’t moving, his eyes are glassy. He’s done.

The truck engines idle behind me, and Callum claps me on the shoulder. “You head back. I’ll handle the cleanup with the guys,” he says, tossing me his keys.

I don’t bother asking how Callum plans to get back to the house. He’s got connections everywhere, and if anyone can make it happen, it’s him. Splitting up is smarter anyway. I give Scott’s lifeless body one last look, then turn and head for Callum’s truck.

The rain is coming down in sheets now, soaking through my hoodie as I walk. Skippy’s dead, and there’s only one thing left to do.

Get back to my girl.

MADISON

The door clicks open, and I glance up from my vanity just in time to see Hayden walk in our bedroom. His hoodie is dark with rain, but when he yanks it off over his head, my breath catches. He looks absolutely lethal, and I think that has less to do with what he did to Scott and more to do with what he’s about to do to me.

“Fucker is gone,” Hayden says. I took the time I had without Hayden to shower, and surprisingly I’m not as shaken up as I should be. I just feel relief that it’s over, especially now that Hayden is back. He strides over, cups the back of my head, and kisses me hard. It’s not gentle, not sweet. It’s raw and hungry, like he’s trying to remind himself that I’m here. That I’m safe.

Then he’s gone, disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of the shower turning on hums through the room, but I stay seated at my vanity, staring at my reflection like I’m in a daze. I slip off the white fluffy robe, leaving me in just a light pink lacy bra and matching panties. The garter belt is probably too much. The straps trail down and fasten around my thighs. It was something I had pinned that Hayden found, but I never had any intention of wearing, but tonight it felt right. I’m still sore fromeverything that happened, but not sore enough to turn down a night of Hayden exploring every inch of my body.

My hand trembles slightly as I dip my brush into the soft champagne shadow on my palette, patting it onto my lids. I don’t need to put a full face of makeup on for what I know we’ll be doing. I’m just keeping myself busy, and Lilac sent me these to try. With everything going on lately, I haven’t taken the time. I don’t think I’ll ever quite grasp the art of the cat eye quite like her, but it’s still fun to try. I’m blending out the edges of my shadow when I feel him behind me.

His hand curls around my neck and I missed the warmth of his palm. My gaze snaps to the mirror of my pink vanity, and my lips part at the sight of him.

The towel slung low around his hips does nothing to hide the hard lines of his body. The sharp cut of his abs, the deep V leading down beneath the towel are a sight I never want to forget. His damp hair drips water onto his skin, and I want to turn around and lick each droplet off of him, but his grip is tight. Just like I like it.

“Do you know how much I love you, princess?” he asks, his voice raspy, his eyes locking with mine in the mirror. He’s noticed the outfit, and I can tell he’s pleased.

I nod, my throat tight, my gaze glued to him.

“That’s my good girl.” His grip tightens ever so slightly, making me shiver as his fingers stroke the sensitive skin of my neck. “I’m about to fuck you so hard, you might forget for a minute. But don’t worry, baby. I’ll spend the rest of the night reminding you.”

Heat pools low in my belly, and I swallow hard, my hands trembling as he pulls me to my feet.

“Take it off,” he demands, his voice a growl as he tugs the hook on my bra and it comes undone instantly.

The second the fabric slips off my shoulders, his eyes darken, his jaw tightening as he drags his gaze over me in the mirror.

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, his hand still firm around me. “I don’t want to let go of your pretty little neck.” His voice drops lower, dripping with hunger. “Pinch your nipples for me, baby.”

I don’t even hesitate. My hands come up, my fingers finding the hard peaks of my breasts. The moment I touch them, I let out a soft gasp, watching his expression darken further in the mirror.

“Panties off,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument. I know when Hayden needs to be inside of me, and now is one of those times. “I’m going to make you come all over my cock, princess.”

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