His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 91

Olive’s POV

What the fuck are you doing here, Olive?” he asked, his voice dropping lower, taking on that dangerous edge I knew meant trouble. In a place like this? In a fucking hallway like this? Without no protection. I thought you were at your parents places

“I was just-Brenda came back here, I said, suddenly feeling defensive.

“And then I saw this girl get dragged back here and slapped and thought-I thought maybe I could help-”

“Help, he repeated, and his voice sounding dangerous “You thought you could help. By walking into a restricted area alone. By asking strange men for directions. You call that helping? Fuck Common Muffin.”

“I didn’t know what else to do.” I said, my own anger starting to rise to meet his. That girl looked scared-”

And you almost got assaulted trying to save her, he interrupted Do you understand that? Do you understand what could have happened if I hadn’t been here?”

“I’m not stupid-

“You’re reckless,” he said, his hands still on my face, his thumbs brushing my cheeks but his voice hard. “You’re so fucking reckless, Olive. So careless with yourself. You never think about the consequences. Never think about what could happen to you. About yourself for once. Do you?”

“That’s not fair,” I said.

“It’s completely fair,” he countered. “You see danger and you run toward it. Every single time. And it drives me fucking insane.

Then he kissed me.

Hard. Possessive. Claiming.

His mouth crushed against mine, his tongue demanding entry, and I opened for him without thinking, my hands fisting in his shirt because I needed something to hold onto, needed something solid in a world that felt like it was spinning out of control, and him who was considered dangerous was partially right.

And he kissed me like he was trying to prove a point, like he was trying to brand me, mark me, make sure I knew exactly who I belonged to and who would always come to save me, and hated it, hated being saved.

When he finally pulled back, we were both breathing hard.

You’re mine,” he said, his forehead pressed against mine. “Say it

Zane-

“Say it, he demanded, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Tin yours,” I whispered, because in that moment, it felt true. Fel like the only truth that mattered.

“Good,” he said, and then instantly, he turned me around, my front smashing against the wall, his body went flush against my back .

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice still breathless.

“Making sure you remember who you belong to,” he said, his hands sliding down my sides, finding the hem of my dress Making sure you understand that you don’t get to put yourself danger like this.

Zane, we can’t-someone might see-”

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