His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 67

ZANE’s POV

“We could go even more feral,” I said, pulling her toward me unt her head rested against my chest, her soft hair fanning across my skin like silk, the intoxicating scent of her filling my lungs with every breath.

“You’re something else, you know that?” she murmured, her voice soft and completely exhausted, satisfied in a way that made my chest swell with possessive pride.

I smiled slightly, my hand sliding through her hair slowly, feeling how impossibly soft it was between my fingers, memorizing the texture.

“And you love it.”

I whispered it directly into her ear and she laughed, the sound vibrating beautifully against my chest, warming something deep inside me I didn’t know could still feel warmth.

Then her voice changed-became smaller, vulnerable, afraid. “What happens tomorrow? I’m so scared of opening the internet. Their negative words, everything they’re saying about me. I’m so scared, Zane.”

“Come on,” I said, shifting beneath her carefully. “Let’s shower.”

She groaned, her hand smacking weakly against my chest in protest. “You’re trying to avoid the subject.”

I chuckled darkly, pulling the sheets tighter around her naked body as I lifted her effortlessly into my arms. She remained still, too exhausted and pliant to fight me.

“Why are you covering me with sheets?” she asked quietly, her voice drowsy. “You’ll make them wet.”

I didn’t answer. Just carried her into the bathroom and gently lowered her into the bathtub, switching on the warm water and adding some shower gel from the rack beside her tub, watching the bubbles form.

I looked around the bathroom carefully, everything appearing normal at first glance.

Then my eyes caught on something dark and metallic tucked deliberately behind her bathing products.

I froze completely, a sharp, dangerous hiss escaping my lips.

“That son of a bitch.”

“Zane?” Olive’s concerned voice came from the tub. “Is something wrong?”

Just then, I heard a faint rumble from the bedroom-the unmistakable sound of the closet door opening carefully, then the soft, desperate click of the front door shutting.

He’d run. The fucking coward had actually run.

“No,” I said, turning back to her and forcing my voice to stay calm even though rage was burning through my veins. “I’m fine, Muffin.”

I grabbed the tiny camera, crushing it completely in my palm until the metal bent and the lens shattered, feeling a savage satisfaction at destroying his pathetic attempt at surveillance.

“Why don’t you come in?” she asked, sounding exhausted and needy. “You’re acting strange.”

“Yes, Muffin. Give me a second.”

Without waiting for her response, I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom with purpose. The closet door was wide open now, mocking me. I took five long, angry strides to the living room just in time to hear the final chime of the front door closing.

He was gone. For now.

I walked to the wastebin, tossing the completely smashed camera inside with more force than necessary, then looked around the penthouse one more time, checking for anything else he might have planted, before heading back to the bathroom- completely naked this time.

“Is something wrong, Zane?” Olive asked, staring at me with those beautiful eyes, though I noticed her gaze kept drifting downward to my still half-hard cock. “You’ve been acting kind of weird.”

“Come stay at my place,” I said simply, joining her in the bathtub and watching as she froze completely the second I lifted her up effortlessly and slowly, deliberately placed her down onto my cock.

My entire body stiffened, every muscle tensing as I enjoyed the overwhelming feeling of having her wrapped perfectly around me, relishing the tight heat, the way her body molded to mine.

Slowly, instinctively, she started grinding her hips.

“No. Muffin,” I whispered directly into her ear, my hands sliding up to cup her full breasts, thumbs rolling teasingly around her hardened nipples. “You don’t get to roll your hips. We’re supposed to be taking a bath, remember?”

“Aww-god-I can’t stop-” she whimpered desperately.

“Can’t stop what?” I asked, my other hand splaying possessively across her other breast, squeezing roughly.

“Fucking you this feels too good-I need to move-”

She ground her hips down on my cock again, harder this time, and a sharp groan ripped from my lips involuntarily. I wanted this desperately-wanted to fuck her senseless right here in this water-but not easily. Not before she agreed to come to my apartment where I could actually protect her.

I held her waist tight with bruising force, completely stopping her from grinding, and heard a frustrated, needy groan rip violently from her lips.

“Come to my place,” I said firmly, my voice leaving no room for argument. “Spend the night with me. Let me keep you safe. And I’ll help clear your name from everyone’s lips, from the entire fucking internet.”

She froze for a second, her entire body going still. Then suddenly her head snapped toward me to look at me properly. The small movement caused her hips to shift slightly, and my cock went even deeper inside her tight heat, pulling simultaneous moans from both of us.

“I can’t go to your-fuck-can you stop doing that-”

She hissed desperately, and instantly my fingers found her swollen clit through the warm water.

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