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As a welcome and a thank-you for joining us here, i'm giving you a sneak peak into one of my favourite characters. The Liam King, if you haven't been acquainted with Liam yet, sit back, get some tea and relax, you are in for a treat, he sure is something else.

This is a sneak peak chapter of Break Out, book 1 in the Vancouver Knights Series. A Dark Mafia/ Ice-Hockey Romance.

Liam

A fucking babysitter. The team assigned me a representative from the cock-blocking fun police. I can’t believe this shit.

Although, as my eyes rake up and down her body, taking in the way her dress perfectly clings to her curves, I realize it might not be all that bad.

“You’re right. Perhaps I do need a babysitter. It was a long flight. I need a shower and I certainly could use help reaching my back.”

Her eyes widen before she schools her features. “I don’t think I properly introduced myself. I’m Aliyah Monroe.”

“Okay, Aliyah Monroe, I’m Liam King but you already knew that. So how about that hand?” I nod towards a door that I’m assuming is the bathroom.

“Sure, you go on ahead. I’ll join you,” she says, and then spins around and turns back to the door.

My cock stirs at the thought of getting wet and soapy with my new bestfriend. Fuck, if you’ve got to have a babysitter, at least I got a hot one.

I make quick work of stripping down and turning the water on. I step under the stream as soon as it starts to warm up. The bathroom is fully stocked with soaps, shampoos, and shit already. I avoid the loofah and pump some shower gel into the palm of my hand.

“Ready whenever you are, babe,” I call out, wrapping my fist around my dick. I give it a few pumps while eyeing the door.

I don’t get a response. She’s probably stripping off in the bedroom, and any minute now, she’ll walk in here buck naked and hand that tight little body of hers over to me on a silver platter.

They all do. She won’t be any different—can’t say I’ve ever had the pleasure of sleeping with the babysitter before, though. Not that my previous team ever dared to do such bullshit. I’m not a fucking kid who needs monitoring 24/7.

Although the fuckers did throw me away for one little fucking mess up. Okay, maybe not one, but still. Fuck them. Their loss. They’re not going to replace me with anyone better. That’s for damn sure.

Then again, if I would have known fucking up would result in having that hot little babysitter as my welcoming gift, I would have knocked that fucker out years ago. My ex-coach, the guy I laid out cold on the ice right before the Stanley Cup game last year, deserved the broken jaw and missing teeth. There’s only so much a man can take, finding your coach in bed with your married mother, and then having him look you in the eye the next morning and make comments about her. Yeah, that’s not something even a saint would tolerate.  

Of course, no one fucking knows what the asshole did and I’m made out to be the bad guy, the loose cannon who can’t control his rage. I have plenty of fucking control. Though I’m beginning to lose it at the moment.

Fuck, this chick needs to hurry up and get her ass in here. I close my eyes and picture the curves she’s hiding under that prim-and-proper dress of hers. I imagine ripping that headband off before grabbing a fistful of her hair, tugging on it just hard enough so she’s at my mercy but not enough to actually cause damage.

Again, I’m not the monster the media is making me out to be right now. 

I’d run my tongue, my teeth, up and down the delicious curve of her neck. Opening my eyes, I’m blinded by the bright white lighting reflecting off the too-white marble walls. I tighten my hand around my dick and increase my movements. Little Miss Monroe not joining me isn’t going to stop me from getting off. Just thinking about her is enough to have my dick rock-hard and leaking precum. I picture throwing her down on the bed, tearing her dress right down the middle. I imagine burying my face between her legs. I bet she tastes sweet too. The good girl types always do. I increase the speed of my movements. I can feel it. I’m so fucking close. My balls tighten, tingles run up my spine, and—

“AHHH!!! FUCK.”

That scream has me dropping my cock and sprinting from the bathroom. Ever tried running on smooth marble tiles when you’re soaking wet? Yeah, it ain’t fucking fun. It’s a good thing I’m used to skating around on ice.

“What happened?” I ask, skidding to a stop in the living room.

Aliyah is standing on the coffee table, her mouth and eyes both open wide and staring right back at me.

“What the fuck?” I ask again, my gaze flicking around the room.    

“Where are your clothes?” she asks, staring at my still-erect cock.

“Back in the bathroom, where I was showering before you screamed bloody murder out here.” Clearly, the girl’s fine, not injured. “If you wanted to see me naked, sweetheart, you had an open invitation to join me.” I smirk.

“There’s a spider,” she says in way of explanation.

My blood goes cold. There isn’t a lot that scares me in this world, but spiders? Yeah, I don’t fuck with those creepy bastards. In my opinion, anything with eight legs is from outer space or some shit.

I jump up next to her on the coffee table so quickly that she stumbles back and loses her balance. My arm snakes out, catching her around the waist and pulling her flat against my chest. Against my naked, wet chest.

My hands are shaking. The fact that there’s a spider in here has me ready to find a match and burn the building down. Do the Ghostbusters actually exist? Maybe they can come and exterminate the little fucker.

“Where…” I gulp. “Where is it?” I force out, my eyes glued to the ground.

“I don’t know. Oh my god! Get off me.” Her palms land against my chest and she pushes.

I take a tiny step back, creating as much space between us as possible on this small surface. I’m scanning the area for the creature that has likely come to take me out—no doubt employed by my former coach—but I can’t see it.

“You cannot be scared of spiders. You need to kill it,” Aliyah says.

“Me?” I point to my chest. “No fucking way am I going near it. Wherever it is.”

“It went under the sofa,” she tells me. “And I’m not killing it, so you have to.”

I open my mouth to respond when I hear the crack, and then we’re both stumbling as our makeshift platform collapses underfoot. Again, I reach a hand out and catch her so she doesn’t fall to her ass. Without thinking, I pick her up and run to the kitchen counter, jumping on it with my babysitter still in my arms. Aliyah shrieks, and I swear the sound nearly deafens me. 

Great, now I won’t even be able to hear the spider coming for me. Do spiders make sounds?

“Get off me. Let me go,” Aliyah hisses, and I drop my hands from her waist. “You need some clothes. Stop touching me when you’re naked.”     

“That’s usually when women want me to touch them, sweetheart. It’s even more fun if you’re naked too.” I wink at her.

“Ew, and never going to happen,” she says. “You need to find and kill that spider. We can’t stay up here all day.”

“I’m not going anywhere near that thing.”

“Fine. I’ll call one of my brothers.” She smiles with an added twinkle in her eye. “It’ll be like killing two birds with one stone, because when they come over and see you up here with me, naked, they will shoot first and ask questions later. Then they’ll handle the spider, and I can go on with my life like this whole day never happened.”

I don’t even know how to unpack all that. “I’m not afraid of your brothers,” I tell her. I’m a professional hockey player. Fighting is part of the deal.

“You’d be the first.” She laughs. “I don’t think I introduced myself to you properly.” She holds out a hand. “I’m Aliyah. Aliyah Monroe,” she repeats, and that’s when it hits me. The name. I finally recognize it.

Fuck me. Aliyah Monroe, the daughter of my new boss, Jacob Monroe. The man who owns me. Owns my new team anyway. But that’s not all he is. Word on the street is that he’s the leader of Canada’s criminal underground. And those brothers she mentioned, one of them happens to be my new teammate. Yeah, this is not how I planned to start my life here in Vancouver.

“Fine, I’ll kill it. But not because I’m scared of your brothers,” I grunt.    

“Whatever you say,” she sing-songs, appearing a little too happy with herself.

“I’m killing it because I’m not about to have my new boss hate me on day one. This…” I point between us. “...never happened.”

Hope you're still with me, Break Out is available on Audible in duet narration, have Liam King whisper those dirty things in your ear!

XOXO,

Kylie