His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 49

OLIVE’s POV

“Zane-please-

“Please what?” He pushed his finger in deeper, and I cried out. “Please fuck you? Please stop? Tell me what you want, Muffin.”

“Fuck me- I was sobbing now. “Please just fuck me-

“Where?” He pulled his finger out, his cock pressing against my pussy now, sliding through my wetness. “Here?”

“Yes-god, yes-

“Then tell me.” He grabbed my cuffed wrists, yanked them up above my head, pinning them against the wall. “Tell me how mad you are at me. Scream it.”

“What-

He slammed into me.

No warning. No gentleness. Just one brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt and had me screaming, my voice echoing off the walls.

“That’s it,” he growled against my ear. “Louder. Tell me how much you fucking hate me right now.”

He pulled out and slammed back in, hitting something so deep I saw stars.

“I hate “I choked on the words. “I hate that you lied to me-”

“Keep going.” Another thrust, harder, and I felt the wall shake.

“I hate that you didn’t tell me about the racing club- I gasped as he hit that spot again. “I hate that you made me look stupid-*

“Good.” His hand tightened on my wrists, the other gripping my hip so hard I knew I’d have bruises. “What else? Tell me everything.”

“I hate that you make me feel like this-“The words were pouring out now, unstoppable. “Like I can’t breathe without you- like I need you more than I should—”

“More,” he demanded, fucking me so hard my cheek kept rubbing against the wall. “Give me more.”

“I hate that you’re in my head all the time-“I was crying now, tears mixing with the spit still on my face. “I hate that I can’t stop thinking-about you-that I want you even when I’m mad at you—”

“Fuck- His voice broke. “Fuck, Olive-

“I hate that you make me feel like I’m yours- The sob that came out was half pleasure, half pain. “Like I belong to you-like I was made for you-Even when everyone says you are dangerous-”

He groaned, his thrusts getting rougher, more desperate, and his hand left my hip to slide around to my throat, not squeezing, just holding, just claiming.

“You are mine,” he growled. “Every fucking inch of you. Say it.” I gasped hard, feeling the burn, the way my pussy clenched hard against him, taking him deeper,

“I’m yours-”

“Louder”

“I’m yours!” I screamed it. “I’m yours, Zane—”

“Damn right.” His hand moved from my throat to my clit, rubbing in hard, fast circles. “Now come. Come on my cock while you tell me you’re mine.”

“I can’t-it’s too much—”

“You can.” He thrust harder, his fingers working my clit relentlessly. “You’re going to come so hard you forget your own name. The only name you’ll remember is mine.”

The orgasm hit me like a punch to the gut.

I screamed-actually screamed-so loud my throat went raw, my whole body seizing up as pleasure tore through me. But he didn’t stop. Just kept fucking me through it, kept rubbing my clit until I was sobbing, until I was begging him to stop because it was too much, too intense.

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