Forbidden Puckboy

He‘s the storm I skate into every night, all rage and scarred knuckles, the enforcer who lives to pin me down and make me bleed. On the ice, I hate him with a precision that cuts deeper than any skate blade. His betrayal-tainted fury slams me against the glass, breath hot and ragged, eyes promising ruin. It‘s survival. It‘s the code. But in the shadowed arena corridor after, when our bodies crash again-not in combat, but collision-our sweat-slick skin tangles amid the echo of empty seats. Fury twists into something feral. No. Something necessary. I shouldn‘t crave the vulnerability he hides under that seething shell. The man who snarls defiance even as he trembles under my hands, baring scars no one else sees. Locker room steam hides our secret: equipment bags shoved aside, his massive frame arching into mine, every thrust a defiance of the rivalry that defines us. Hate-laced kisses that taste like victory and venom. He‘s my salvation wrapped in enmity, the one touch that promises redemption if it doesn‘t torch my world first. We steal nights in candlelit safe houses, shadows dancing over his exposed wounds and my whispered confessions. His surrender calls to me like a blade to the throat-begging, terrifying, inevitable. But exposure looms. One leaked glance, one teammate‘s suspicion, and our careers shatter, reputations bleed out on the ice we worship. My sanity fractures at the thought of losing him, the brute who woke this obsessive hunger gnawing my bones. What breaks first-his fragile rage, my cool facade, or the fragile thread holding our worlds intact? A full-length forbidden rivals-to-lovers sports-romance erotic romance featuring a rage-scarred hockey enforcer and his obsessed rival forward.