His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 66

ZANE’s POV

The second the door slammed shut behind us, I shoved her against the wall with enough force to knock the breath from her lungs, my lips crashing against hers in a deep, claiming kiss that made her moan desperately into my mouth.

My hands were everywhere, pulling the straps of her dress down with rough urgency, fingers digging into her soft skin while I sucked hard on her lower lip, swallowing every single desperate sound she made, devouring her whole.

I heard the fabric hit the floor with a soft thud, and instantly my lips left hers, dragging downward with hungry intent toward her collarbone, sucking, biting, marking her skin with bruising kisses so everyone would know exactly who she fucking belonged to.

Her moans filled the entire room, breathy and desperate and so fucking perfect, and I felt her entire body shudder violently beneath my touch, her nails digging into my shoulders.

Then I heard it.

A noise from the corner. Faint. Deliberate. The soft shift of fabric against wood.

My eyes snapped toward the closet, and something dark and possessive pushed through me-satisfaction, fury, territorial possession all rolled into one overwhelming surge.

He was in there. In the fucking closet.

That pathetic bastard had left my sister at the party and decided to show up here, hiding like the goddamn coward he was, thinking he could watch, thinking he had any right to even breathe the same air as her.

Oh, the fucking irony.

A plan formed instantly, crystallizing in my mind with perfect clarity.

He wanted to watch? Fine. I’d give him a show he’d never fucking forget. I’d burn the image into his mind so deeply he’d see it every time he closed his eyes for the rest of his miserable life.

“Muffin,” I said loudly, making absolutely sure my voice carried across every inch of the room, echoing off the walls. “What do you want me to do to you?”

“I want you to fuck me so badly, Zane,” she breathed against my neck, her voice trembling with raw need. “Make me forget tonight. Please, make me forget everything.”

“How badly do you want it?” I asked, pulling her off the wall and guiding her toward the bed, deliberately positioning my body to shield her from view. He wouldn’t get to see her face, wouldn’t get to see her body, wouldn’t get to see anything except my movements. But he’d hear everything. Every moan, every scream, every desperate plea. “How fucking badly do you want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Fuck, Zane,” she whispered, her voice shaking with desperation. Please fuck me. Bend me over and fuck me. Make it ruthless. Make me feel nothing but you.”

The thought of Cole watching from that closet, listening to her leg for me, made me harder than I’d been in fucking months. My cock strained painfully against my pants, demanding release..

I pushed her onto the bed roughly, watching as she fell against te sheets with a soft gasp, her hair spreading across the pillows, looking up at me with those wide, desperate, trusting eyes that made something primal roar inside my chest.

“Good girl,” I growled, my voice coming out rough and possessive. “Lie down there and watch me take off my belt. Watch me get ready to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

I unbuckled slowly, deliberately, letting the leather slide through the loops with a sound that echoed in the quiet room, each pull methodical and taunting.

“Do you want to see this cock?” I asked, my voice dropping lower rougher. “Did you enjoy it fucking that pretty mouth of yours earlier? Those desperate, perfect lips wrapped around me

Her eyes widened, her lips parting in anticipation the second my cock came into view-thick, hard, already leaking precum at the swollen tip, slapping hard on my lower stomach and standing proud and ready.

And I knew he could see it. See exactly what he’d never be able to give her. See what a real man looked like.

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes locked on my cock like she was hypnotized. “Fuck yes. I want you to fuck my mouth, Zane. Fuck it so badly I can’t talk tomorrow.”

I chuckled darkly, moving toward the bed with predatory intent No, Muffin. Today I’m not fucking your mouth. Today I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours and claim it over and over and over again until you believe-until you know in your fucking soul-that I don’t think the person in that video was you. Until you understand that you’re mine and only mine.”

She nodded frantically, her breathing coming faster.

“Now be a good girl and get on your knees for me,” I commander, my voice dropping to that dangerous tone I knew drove her wild. “Make that pretty ass ready for Papa. Show me how much you want this cock inside you.”

The desperate moan that ripped from her lips told me everything-she fucking loved it when I called myself that, loved submitting, loved being owned.

She was a naughty little thing who wanted to be fucked even after being publicly humiliated. But that wasn’t my Olive in that video. And I was going to make the bastard fighting for his pathetic life in my closet know exactly how Olive screamed when the right man fucked her properly.

I watched her ass rise high in the air, her back arching perfectly, that beautiful curve making my mouth water, and I knew Cole couldn’t see her face-but he could see my movements, see my ass as I positioned myself behind her, see exactly what he’d lost.

I grabbed her hips roughly, pulling her back toward me hard enough to make her gasp, watching as she wiggled with anticipation, her thighs already glistening, dripping wet with need.

She was so fucking wet I could see it coating her inner thighs.

Slowly, torturously, I dipped one finger inside her, and her entire body jerked.

“Oh my god, Zane-” she screamed, her hands immediately gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white.

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