His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 78

OLIVE’s POV

Below us, two cars pulled up to the starting line. The first car was candy apple red with black racing stripes that gleamed under the lights. The other was electric teal, almost neon.

They looked like mechanical destroyers ready to rip the track apart.

“See those cars?” Zane’s voice was ht against my ears, his lips dragging across my neck in a way that made my entire body clench with anticipation. “Red or teal. Pick one.”

“What?” I gasped as his teeth grazed my pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, biting down until pleasure-pain shot straight between my thighs.

“Pick which one you think will win.” His hands were already sliding up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher, fingers digging into my flesh possessively.

I stared down at the track, trying desperately to focus even though his touch was setting my entire body on fire. “I don’t know anything about racing-”

“Then guess, Muffin. Red or teal?” Zane’s fingers brushed the inside of my thighs, so close to where I was already wet and aching for him.

A massive screen flickered to life on the wall, displaying the drivers’ stats in brutal detail.

VIPER- Red Car

– 10 wins, 3 losses

– Aggressive, reckless, takes insane risks

– Known for last-second victories and near-fatal crashes

GHOST – Teal Car

– 15 wins, 1 loss

– Precise, calculated, methodical

– Never makes mistakes, always plays it safe

My eyes moved back to the red car, something about it makes me think of one person.

Zane Mercer.

“Red,” I breathed without debating.

“Good fucking choice,” Zane growled, and the next second his hand slid completely under my skirt, fingers pushing my panties aside and finding me soaking wet. “Because I just bet one million dollars on red.”

My brain short-circuited completely. “You WHAT?”

“One million dollars, baby.” His fingers found my clit and rubbed slow, torturous circles that made my hips buck involuntarily. “If your car wins, the money’s yours. If you lose…” He bit down hard on my neck, sucking the skin into his mouth “We lose together. One million dollars gone because you picked wrong.”

“Zane, that’s fucking insane-”

“Then I guess you’d better pay very close attention to this race. s fingers slid lower, teasing my entrance, and I whimpered pathetically. “Because if you come before your car wins, I’m pulling out and you get nothing. No orgasm. No million dollars. Nothing”

The starting lights began their countdown, each light blinking on with agonizing slowness.

Red

His finger pushed inside me, just one, and I gasped.

Red.

Another finger joined the first, stretching me, curling to hit that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.

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