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Then he flipped me down doggy style and fucked me hard, over and over until he was done and not a moment before.

When he finally stopped, every cell in my body was limp as a rag, and I had no energy left to resist when he pulled me upright and raised my fourth finger. I tried to focus, but the world was spinning around me as he shoved something down on my finger.

“What’s that?” I asked blearily.

I blinked uncomprehendingly at the massive. . .pink diamond? I knew of only one pink diamond in the entire world that was this flawless. . .

“That’s your wedding ring. Congratulations on your engagement and marriage, Lark.”

CHAPTER 13

“Mrs. Descoteaux, here are your seats.”

I never agreed to be Mrs. Descoteaux!

Gabriel had just hung up our marriage license on the wall one day and said we were going on a honeymoon after the season was over.

The massive rock bit into my palms as I sat down right against the glass in time for Gabriel to enter the rink in a shower of powdery ice.

The crowd took a collective intake of breath.

Everyone had been anticipating him, everyone had been waiting to see how he played.

The massive, hulking 22-year-old phenom. Rumors swirled around him. That he was the talent of a generation. That he was insane. That he came from a manor. That he was from a family of fallen French aristocrats. . .

But how would he play in the HNL?

Gabriel didn’t disappoint them.

Electric, powerful, he immediately drew all eyes toward him.

Of course, he’d have nothing like nerves, no fear at all.

He wouldn’t have any normal emotions like that.

But I had to stop thinking I could analyze him. All my theories about psychopaths had been wrong, so whatwasthe correct theory?

Fuck if I knew.

The game was a blur of masked, colliding bodies, but then I heard the crowd explode beside me.

“GOAL!”

It was impossible not to feel chills at the way the entire stadium rose to their feet all at once, and I looked at the replay screen, recognizing an unwilling familiarity with the way he moved, the overpowering power.

I felt his movements all done my spine, pooling between my legs in my cunt.

My eyes were still locked on the screen, hating and fearing the connection I had to his body, when I was startled with a massive crash in front of me, and I looked down to see Gabriel slam his stick against the glass again.

He pointed with two massive gloved hands to his face.

“Eyes on me.”

“I saw,” I said through a strangled feeling in my throat.

“I saw you.”

He nodded and only then would he skate away.