His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 50

Zane’s POV

Growing up, I was obsessed with cars.

Every latest model-Bugatti. Ferrari, Mercedes, sport cars that could go from zero to a hundred in seconds. The obsession turned into something more. Racing.

I loved the thrill of it, the way your entire body tensed right before you hit the gas, knuckles white on the wheel, gear shift vibrating under your palm.

That moment when you’re in your own world, everything else fading away until it’s just you and the road and the finish line you’re chasing.

It was nothing like hockey.

Hockey was the game my father forced on me. A role I needed to play to stay part of the family. Part of the empire. But fuck the family. I stopped caring about family the day mother died.

Except I had to care. There was too much at stake if I didn’t. And one of those stakes involved my sister, who was about to fall into the same trap that killed our mother.

I turned around, staring at my new obsession. One I hadn’t allowed myself in years-maybe half a decade.

My new addiction.

She was lying on the bed, sheets tangled around her body, that chin length bob hair cascading over the pillow, skin soft and silk in the early morning light streaming through the windows. She looked ravishing in every possible way. And exhausted..

We’d gone multiple rounds last night. She was insatiable, even if she hadn’t fully accepted that about herself yet. And I loved it. Loved that she wanted me the same way I wanted her, even though this was only supposed to last two months.

My hands clenched into fists involuntarily.

The thought of us separating, breaking up, sent something sharp through my chest. Twisting. Knocking the breath out of it.

I shoved the thought away. This was nothing. Even though I’d claimed her last night, told her she was mine, made her say it over and over until the words were burned into my brain-I knew it wasn’t true.

She couldn’t be mine.

I was too dangerous for her. Too broken for her sweet, perfect world that I’d already turned upside down in the most delicious way possible.

And I wasn’t going to ruin it further.

I’d stick to the deal. Fight through the thought of someone else possessing her after these two months ended.

But I’d make damn sure she understood that no one else would ever be as good as me. No one else would understand her body, her needs, her desires. No one else would occupy her mind the way I did.

This would be a two-month arrangement.

I’d make it the best two months of her life.

I watched her turn over in bed, chest rising and falling slowly as the muttered something I couldn’t quite hear it.

Was she moaning?

I cocked my head, a chuckle slipping out. She was definitely moaning in her sleep. And obviously, I was the one in her dreams. I’d marked my claim to prove that.

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