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Explore the latest events in "Tempting Venom" Chapter 72: My dick has never reacted in any way like it did around Marcus.Fuckthis,honestly.âPoint is,â Kane...
My dick has never reacted in any way like it did around Marcus.
Fuckthis,honestly.
âPoint is,â Kane says with a note of exasperation, having always hated playing the role of a mediator. âYou played perfectly against the Ravens. We need that tomorrow. Weâre only one point ahead of the Wolves, and one loss puts them in first.â
âNot on my watch,â I snarl.
âExactly. So do whatever you did before the last game to play like that again.â
Ah yes.
Skating around with a bruised, throbbing ass courtesy of Marcus Osborn, thatâs what I did.
And absolutely fucking not, that isnothappening again.
Iâm not about to use âgetting manhandled by my rivalâ as my pregame ritual.
Iâm going back to my default settingâwomen.
Now if I could just find oneâanyoneâattractive enough to awaken my borderline-insubordinate dick, that would be fantastic.
Like, please, universe, Iâm begging.
Send a hottie immediately before my sexuality finishes its Windows reboot and picks Marcus as the default browser.
My phone vibrates in my pocket. Once, then again.
I pull it out, and fuck my life, itâs Marcus.
Seriously, universe? I ask for a hottie, and you sendhim?
I meant a hot woman, goddamn it.
Marcus is now namedProblem #11in my contactsâforhis jersey number. Hilarious, I know. I had him asPMS (Perpetual Male Syndrome)for a few days after that night, which was genius, if I may say so myself.
After that incident, I expected him to come find me in the locker room, which is why I was basically fleeing, just putting my jacket, pants, and shoes on, then I was out, leaving the place a fucking mess.
I just couldnât face whatever the fuck happened in that penalty boxâand no, it wasnât me. Iâll deny it until I die.
The following day, I went back early in the morning, like at four a.m., and deleted all the security footage so no one could prove it happened.
But the thing is, I noticed something. The mess I left in the locker room was gone. My skates, gloves, and stick were stored neatly in my locker, and I found two candies on top of my folded clothes.
The rink was also clean and tidy. It was highly unlikely that the cleaning staff came in, and sure enough, I confirmed it when I watched the footage. Marcus was the one who tidied up.
I fast-forwarded to the part where I punched him and skated away like my ass was on fire.
Marcus just stroked his chin as he watched the direction I went in. He sat down on the bench in the penalty box and just stared. Like a creep. For a long time.
Then he stood up and winked at the camera before he got on with tidying.
As if he knew Iâd watch it. I mean, yeah, makes sense, neither of us wanted the others on the Vipers to know I invited the Wolvesâ captain for a late-night game.
In which I had my ass spanked.
Okay, fine, maybe I made a copy of the footage and sent it to myself before deleting it from the arenaâs servers.
Itâs so I can study it and make sure that I didnât make a complete fool out of myself and that itâstotallynormal for a straight guy to come that hard from being touched and spanked by another man.