The coach’s daughter is one curious little thing.
I see her lurking around the ice rink, watching as we practice. Flaunting her curves. Intriguing us with that sassy tongue.
Tempting someone to take her innocence.
It’s such a pity we aren’t allowed to touch her.
Playing hockey is not only my livelihood. It is the smokescreen that’s hiding a dark secret. She’s desirable, but it’s not worth risking everything that I could lose.
Yet, keeping my distance isn’t that easy.
To hell with my impulsive decision to rescue her from an attack and keep her under my roof.
I tell myself it’s for her safety, not my obsession.
But the devil on my shoulder has other plans.
Like losing myself in her tight, warm, willing body.
Swallow her in my dark world. Take control.
Huge mistake.
I forget one crucial thing.
The dark secrets floating in my mansion. Her innate curiosity. If she discovers the truth, my life is done.
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