Alle Kapitel von His Dangerous Love On Ice: Kapitel 141 – Kapitel 150

Chapter 142: Zane's POVShe'd actually fucking gone.Instead of calling me. Instead of confronting me about the company. Instead of demanding to know why I'd been such an asshole during her presentation.She'd gone on a date with another man."Zane—""Where is she now." I was already standing, already grabbing my shirt from the bench and pulling it on."Driving home, I assume. I told her you would find out. Gave her about an hour to prepare before you showed up."An hour.I glanced at my watch. Nikolai had called fourteen minutes ago, which meant I had forty-six minutes before his warning expired.More than enough time to get to her apartment."Zane, listen to me," Nikolai said, his voice getting serious now. "Whatever you are about to do, think it through first. Do not go there angry. Do not say things you cannot take back."Too late.I was already halfway to the locker room, already planning the fastest route to her building."I mean it," Nikolai continued. "The girl is confused. Sc

Chapter 144: Olive's POV"What do you want from me, Zane?" The words came out broken, exhausted. "You want me to apologize for going to dinner? For trying to move on? For not knowing how to handle the fact that you bought my stepfather's entire company like it was nothing?""I didn't do it like it was nothing," he said, and his voice was raw now, all the careful control stripped away. "I did it because you asked me to. Because you looked at me in my penthouse, and I could see you were terrified about your family losing everything. And I couldn't stand it."Oh god."I destroyed my relationship with my father," he continued, his grip on my wrist tightening slightly. "Made myself a target for everyone who's ever wanted to see me fail. Spent a billion dollars I could have used for a hundred other things. All because you needed help and I couldn't say no to you."My throat was so tight I could barely breathe."But you left," he said, and his voice was rough now. "You didn't call. Didn't te

Chapter 146: Olive's POVI arched off the bed with a cry, my hands pulling uselessly at the belt binding my wrists as his tongue moved against me with devastating precision.This wasn't gentle exploration. This was a claiming.His hands gripped my thighs hard enough to leave bruises, holding me open and still while he devoured me like a man starving."Zane—" His name came out broken, desperate.He hummed against me in response, the vibration making my hips buck.He'd done this before—used his mouth on me until I was mindless and begging—but this was different.This was punishment and possession all wrapped into one.Every time I got close to the edge, he pulled back, slowing down just enough to keep me hovering without letting me fall."Please," I gasped. "Please, I need—""What do you need?" He looked up at me, his lips glistening, eyes dark with lust. "Tell me.""You. I need you.""Be specific." His tongue flicked against me once, twice. "What exactly do you need from me, Olive?"I

Chapter 148: Olive's POVHours later—I'd lost count of how many—we finally emerged from the bedroom.Well, I emerged. Zane had tried to keep me in bed but I'd pointed out that we needed food if we were going to keep this up and he'd reluctantly agreed.I'd thrown on his t-shirt from last night, which hung to mid-thigh on me and smelled like him, while he'd pulled on his jeans and nothing else.Walking around my apartment half-naked like he owned the place.Which, based on the possessive way he'd been touching me all morning, he apparently thought he did."What do you want for breakfast?" I asked, opening my fridge and finding it embarrassingly empty."You," he said from behind me.I felt heat creep up my neck. "I meant food.""So did I."I turned around to find him leaning against the counter, arms crossed, looking at me with an expression that suggested we weren't going to make it through breakfast without ending up back in bed."You're insatiable," I said."Only with you."The words

Chapter 150: Olive's POV"Her attorney will be here shortly," Zane said, completely ignoring the question. "We'd like to wait for him before she answers any questions."The officer's expression shifted to something that might have been annoyance."Detective Harrison just wants to ask Miss Monroe a few questions—""Which she'll be happy to answer once her legal representation arrives," Zane interrupted smoothly. "Unless you'd prefer we leave and reschedule for a time when our attorney is available?"It wasn't a question. It was a challenge.The officer stared at Zane for a long moment, clearly trying to decide if this was a battle worth fighting."Have a seat," he finally said, jerking his head toward the plastic chairs. "Someone will be with you shortly."We sat down, and I realized my hands were shaking.Zane noticed immediately. He took my hand again, his thumb stroking across my knuckles in a soothing rhythm."Breathe," he said quietly.I tried. Pulled air into my lungs and pushed