Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player - Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault
This chapter includes a scene involving non-explicit, non-consensual sexual activities. I’ve done my best to handle it with care, but the subject matter is still difficult. Please prioritise your well-being and read only if you feel safe doing so.
EMILIA
Stone reaches out, fingertips grazing the air between us, but I jerk away before he can touch me.
Something is wrong.
I suddenly realise the bartender is gone. It’s just the two of us. The air feels thick, the silence pressing in.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” My voice comes out sharper than I expect, slicing through the quiet between us. Outside, I can still hear the sounds of music and laughter, but it’s so loud I highly doubt anyone can hear a thing happening in here.
I stumble off my stool, my legs wobbling beneath me. My head is fuzzy, but not enough to miss the way his smile lingers — like he expected this.
Like he was waiting for this moment.
Every single alarm bell in my head goes off and this time I don’t ignore it.
I try to move past him, but my balance betrays me. He shifts forward, closing the distance.
His smile doesn’t reach his eyes anymore.
“I’m your boyfriend,” he says, like it’s obvious. Like he expects me to believe it’s true. “What do you mean, ‘what am I doing?’”
My stomach twists. My pulse pounds in my ears.
I step back. He steps forward.
Again.
And again.
Until my back nearly brushes the wall.
“Oh,” he muses, tilting his head. “You’re not that drunk, after all. What a shame.”
His smile fades, leaving something colder behind.
“I was curious what pretty little lies you’d want to hear before falling into my bed.”
My breath catches. My skin goes cold.
Every instinct in me screams to run.
“Don’t even think about it, princess,” he clicks his tongue softly, the predatory smile I saw in my drunken haze is back. “It only took a couple hundred dollars to pay off the bartender and no one can hear us from outside, don’t bother screaming for your boy toy.”
I barely process the words and the sinister intention behind them. My legs feel like they’re moving through water, so slow and unsteady that I pride myself for standing up straight. The room tilts, or maybe it’s just my head, but I grip the edge of the counter to keep from swaying.
I need to think. I need to get out of here.
Stone takes another step closer, and my stomach turns.
“Why aren’t you saying anything, princess? You’re looking at me like I’m some kind of monster,” he murmurs, amusement flickering across his face. “But I know you, baby. You like playing hard to get.”
“Except I’m not playing,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Really?” He hums, like he’s considering my words, but his eyes stay locked on mine. “Well we can’t have that, can we?
“What the hell are you even doing?” I try and fail to calm my racing heart, then resort to pushing him away, but the moment my hands push against his chest, he holds my wrist in a vice grip. He exhales slowly and I nearly choke on the stench. “You’re too close.”
“I don’t think I’m close enough actually,” his smile is all yellowed teeth.
He pulls me by the wrist and I let out a yelp before falling into his chest. I struggle against him, but it’s no use.
“I should have done this a long time ago, but you just had to play hard to get, didn’t you? You’d fuck every guy that chases a puck on ice then reject me?” As if he remembered something, his lips curl into a scowl. “That shit you pulled with Liam, you shouldn’t have done that either. Already knew you were a whore, but I didn’t take you for a snitch too.”
I twist my wrist, trying to break free, but his grip tightens. Pain shoots up my arm.
“Let go of me,” I grit out, shoving at his chest with my free hand.
“Why? Scared now that you don’t have prince charming hanging off your arm? You were more mouthy when Liam was around.”
“Are you fucking serious right now?! I said let go.”
The look in his eyes tells me he’s far gone. My stomach churns. “You know after you left with him I kept replaying every word. You see, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, not even while I fucked Toby’s girl.”
I know Toby. He’s Stone and Zane’s teammate. So the girl hanging off his arm that day was Toby’s girlfriend.
For some reason, maybe it’s too many drinks or that I actually like Toby. He was nice enough to me when I was with Zane.
It’s probably neither of the above. Actually, it’s most likely Stone’s breath fanning against my cheek.
But nausea builds up in my throat and I suddenly don’t feel so good.
“I guess I’m not the only WAG you’ve harassed.”
As expected, my words fly over his head.
“Pathetic scum? Me?” Stone chuckles but he looks half mad. “Coming from a fairly used hockey bitch.”
Suddenly, I’m sick and tired of his condescension.
Sure, this situation is far from ideal. He’s much stronger than me and has me pinned against the wall and if I inhale his breath one more time I might just throw up, but I’ve never been known for my critical thinking skills or high sense of self preservation.
Right now, both seem non-existent.
My smile is pained. “Well this fairly used hockey bitch would rather be thrown off this cruise than have you ‘use’ her. That must really suck, huh? And how did Toby’s girl let you near her with that breath of yours?”
The smile is wiped off his face and he lets out a growl and frees my wrist.
I take it as a chance to escape, finally sobered up enough to make a run for it, but I must miscalculate his strength and put too much faith in my clear-headedness because I trip over my feet the same time he pins me against the wall once more, this time his hands are tightly wrapped around my throat, blocking my windpipe.
I try to breathe but each time I inhale, I’m met with Stone’s halitosis.
“Don’t make this difficult, baby,” he murmurs, leaning in closer until I’m flush against him. His cologne is suffocating as well. “You owe me. Why did you have to talk to me like that? Why couldn’t you just have been a good girl and spread your legs when I asked? I’ve waited patiently all these years, don’t you think I deserve a reward?”
I jerk my knee up, aiming for his gut, but he shifts at the last second. My hit lands, but not hard enough. He grunts, grip loosening just slightly, and I use the opportunity to claw at his arm. My nails scrape against skin, but he only laughs, grabbing both my wrists now.
"You really think you can fight me?" His smile is sharp, cruel. "That’s adorable."
Then, he shoves me against the wall, pinning my hands above my head. My head slams against it. Hard. And blinding pain explodes through me.
I suck in a sharp breath, vision blurring.
“You don’t want to do this. Let me go, Stone.”
“On the contrary, I’ve wanted to do this forever,” he leans into the crook of my neck and lands a kiss there.
A shudder rips through me, equal parts fear and fury. My stomach churns, my pulse thundering in my ears.
I twist against his grip, thrashing, but his hands tighten like a vice. “Let go of me!” My voice comes out desperate, shaking — but not weak. Never weak.
He chuckles against my skin, breath hot, sickening. “Feisty,” he muses. “I like that.”
Rage flares in my chest. I angle my head back and slam it forward, my forehead cracking against his nose. He curses, his grip faltering for half a second — half a second I seize.
I wrench my knee up again, harder this time. He stumbles, but his hands find my waist, yanking me back before I can bolt.
Panic claws at my throat.
No.
I won’t let this happen.
Not again.
I gather every ounce of strength I have, twisting and kicking, but Stone is stronger. His grip tightens, his patience snapping.
Then—
We’re so busy fighting each other, neither of us notice the door open until Stone is pulled off me by the collar.
Liam’s eyes are blazed with fury, a second later his fist connects with Stone’s jaw.