His Dangerous Love On Ice
This book contains explicit sexual content, dominant/possessive behavior, morally gray characters, family conflict, and themes that may be triggering. Intended for mature readers 18+.
This isn’t your normal hockey romance. It’s dark, raw, and unrelenting—where obsession, desire, and power collide, and nothing is off-limits.
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"Let's play a game."
"What game?"
"One that involves you not screaming."
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I'd been the perfect girlfriend to my star hockey player for two years.
Stood in the rain at his practices. Drove hours just to watch him warm benches. Wore his jersey like it meant something.
And he repaid me by fucking his way through half of Chicago—including the sister of the one man he's been obsessed with for years.
Zane Mercer.
The NHL's most dangerous player. My stepfather's worst enemy. And the man who looked at me like I was something worth destroying the world for.
One impossible offer.
One desperate bet.
One night that changed everything.
Zane doesn't do fake. He doesn't do half measures.
When he tells me I'm his for two months, he means it. In every way that matters.
But Zane has secrets buried so deep they connect to my family's past in ways I never imagined. Dark secrets. Deadly ones.
What starts as a transaction turns into obsession.
What starts as revenge turns into something I can't walk away from.
And what starts as a lie might be the only truth that matters.
They say some men are too dangerous to love.
They're right.
But I was never good at following warnings.
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Chapter: Olive's POVChapter Five: Olive's POV"Maybe I just like the idea of watching Cole Maddox squirm.""That's not a real answer.""It's the only one you're getting.""Then I'm not interested.""Are you sure about that?" His hand came up—slowly, like he was giving me time to move, to protest, to tell him to stop—and his fingers brushed my jaw.And I stopped breathing.The touch was light. Barely there. But it sent electricity racing down my spine, pooling low in my stomach in a way that made me want to clench my thighs together."Because from where I'm standing," he murmured, thumb tracing the line of my jaw with excruciating slowness, "you don't look uninterested.""I—" The words died in my throat."Your pupils are dilated." His voice dropped even lower. "Your breathing's shallow. And if I had to guess..." His thumb moved to my pulse point, pressing gently. "Your heart's racing."Fuck him for being right.Fuck my body for betraying me.Fuck everything about this moment."That doesn't mean anything,"
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Chapter: Olive's POVChapter Four: Olive's POV"What I'm willing to give you?"I stared at him like he'd just spoken a language I didn't understand. Because what the actual fuck kind of question was that?My eyebrows pulled together so tight my forehead hurt. "What does that even mean? I don't—I don't fucking know you. And you're standing here asking me what I'm willing to give you?"I laughed. It came out bitter. Sarcastic. A little unhinged.But my cheeks were burning. Absolutely on fire. Because of how close he was standing, because I could see every detail of his chest—those abs, those arms, that scar above his eyebrow that made him look dangerous instead of perfect—and my body was betraying me in ways I didn't want to think about.When I forced myself to meet his eyes again, something in his expression made my stomach flip."Cole Maddox."My blood turned to ice.Every muscle in my body went rigid. "What did you just say?""Cole Maddox," he repeated. Calm."I know about him. About your relationship. T
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Chapter: Olive's POVChapter Three: Olive's POVWhen I said I had a plan, I was lying through my teeth.I was a twenty-four-year-old woman standing in a luxury hotel lobby wearing an oversized hoodie and leggings, hair thrown up in a messy bun that had given up on life somewhere over Iowa, with absolutely zero strategy beyond ‘don't think about Cole and survive this week without having a breakdown in public.’That was it. That was the plan.Three days had passed since that office meltdown with Brenda. Three days of packing and repacking those stupid suitcases she'd filled with "revenge outfits" I'd probably never wear. Three days of my mother texting me outfit suggestions and my stepfather sending me encouraging messages about "moving forward."And one text from Cole that I'd deleted without reading.I was done. With all of it.The flight had been six hours of my mother chattering about Hunter's big break and Grayson making business calls and me pretending to sleep so I wouldn't have to participate in eit
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Chapter: Olive's POVChapter Two: Olive's POV"I'm not going to the game. What the fuck was I thinking?"I slammed my forehead against my desk hard enough that my monitor shook, and honestly? I deserved the headache. Making life decisions based on a magazine photo? That was a new low, even for me.Brenda didn't even look up from her computer. "You can't back out now. You already agreed."Her voice carried across the office even though she was literally one cubicle over.I lifted my head just enough to glare at her through the gap between our desks. "You don't get it. I decided to go because I saw some hot guy in a magazine. A magazine, Brenda. That's not—that's insane. That's the kind of shit desperate people do.""And?" She was still typing, fingers flying across her keyboard like this conversation wasn't even slowing her down. "I find that perfectly reasonable. Not every day someone finds their rebound within like, seconds of a breakup. Honestly, I'm impressed with your efficiency.""I'm not trying to r
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Chapter: OLIVE's POVChapter One: OLIVE's POVThe feeling of having my vibe pressed right where I needed it, imagining Cole in his blue practice jersey, hair slicked back, hands braced on the headboard above me…It was enough to get me close, so fucking close, until the door slammed open—My mother.Standing there in the doorway like she hadn't just walked in on something she definitely shouldn't have seen, and when I scrambled to sit up, tangled in my sheets and trying to shove the vibe under my pillow, she just smiled.Actually smiled."Oh darling, I'm so sorry I interrupted," she said, voice all sweet like honey, completely unbothered. "But playtime's over.""God, Mom, knocking is a thing adults do," I said, face burning, and I shoved the vibe into my nightstand drawer so fast I almost broke my finger."Your door was wide open, Olive; be grateful it was me and not your snoopy-ass stepbrother," she said. "Imagine Hunter walking past and seeing you like that—""Mom, stop, please, just stop talking."I cl
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