His Dangerous Love On Ice のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Chapter 32: OLIVE's POVThe slap echoed through the garage and I screamed, the sting mixing with pleasure, making me clench even harder around him."You like that?" He did it again, other cheek this time. "Like it when I mark this ass? When I make sure you feel me tomorrow?""Yes—god, yes—"Another slap, harder, and I was coming again, my knees buckling. But he held me up, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other still gripping my hip as he fucked me through my orgasm.Never stopping and I kept screaming and he kept pounding through me, with smacks from his hands which made everything even more feral."That's three," he groaned. "Think you can give me another?" He whispered as he kept pounding"I can't—" My voice was completely wrecked. "Zane, I can't—""You can." He reached around, fingers finding my oversensitive clit. "Be a good girl and give me one more.""It's too much—""Your body doesn't think so." His fingers circled, pressed. "Feel how wet you are? How you're still squeezing

Chapter 34: Olive’s POVThe door slid open on its own, smooth and silent. I stepped inside.Grayson sat at the round table with three board members, all of them turning to look at me like I'd interrupted something sacred. Their faces were tight, eyes sharp. Judging."You can leave," Grayson said to them, his voice calm. Too calm. "I need to speak with my stepdaughter."They stood, filing out past me, each one giving me that same look—the one I'd been getting all day. The one that made me want to scream.The door closed. Silence."Hello, Grayson—""Why."He didn't let me finish."When. How. Why." He stood, hands braced on the table. "I don't even know what question to ask first.""I don't know what you're talking about." My voice came out steadier than I felt. "You all told me to move on. Mom practically shoved it in my face. So I did. Shouldn't you be happy?""Happy?" He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You're with someone I consider an enemy.""And I don't care." The words cam

Chapter 36: Olive’s POV"Hit send and it's yours," he said, watching me carefully. "But first, I need to know something."Of course. There was always a catch."What," I said, not taking my eyes off the screen."How did you do it?"I looked up. "What?""How did you get him?" Ryan leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Zane doesn't do this. He doesn't date. He doesn't kiss girls in front of crowds. He doesn't even bring women to team events. So what the hell did you do to make him break every rule he's ever had?"I sat back, crossing my arms. "Maybe I'm just that good.""Bullshit." His eyes narrowed. "You're hiding something. I can see it all over your face.""You don't know me well enough to see anything.""I know you well enough to know when you're lying." He tilted his head, studying me like I was some puzzle he couldn't solve. "So what is it? Did you blackmail him? Threaten to expose something? Or did you just get really, really lucky?""Does it matter?" I shot back. "You lost. I won

Chapter 38: Olive’s POV The car was silent.He started the engine and pulled into traffic, and neither of us said anything. The tension was thick enough for me to choke on it. I kept my eyes on the road, on the buildings passing by, anywhere but him.But I could feel him. Could feel the heat radiating off his body, the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, those fingers that had been inside me—Stop. Stop thinking about that."What are you thinking about, Muffin?" His voice cut through the silence. "Penny for your thoughts?"My eyes betrayed me, flicking to his arms. They looked impossibly large gripping the wheel, muscles flexing with every turn. Those hands. Those fingers."Muffin." His tone shifted, concerned. "You good? Want me to pull over?""No!" I said too quickly, heat flooding my cheeks. "I'm fine. I just—" I cleared my throat, trying to sound normal. "What are you doing in Seattle?"I knew what Ryan had said, but I needed to hear it from him.He glanced at me, something

Chapter 40: Olive’s POV"Here." He pulled out an envelope, then dropped it. Let it flutter to the floor between us like trash. "Your invitation."Then he moved.So fast I didn't have time to process it. His hand was around my throat—not tight enough to cut off air completely, but tight enough. Cole tight. The kind of grip that said I could squeeze harder if I wanted to."And don't you fucking dare," he hissed, face inches from mine, "try to play games with me. Don't bring Zane Mercer to my party on your arm like you've won something. I want you there dressed like the pathetic nobody you are. You understand me?"My eyes started watering. Not from lack of air. From memory.This wasn't new. Cole had always been like this—hands that gripped too hard, words that cut too deep, and a temper that flared when things didn't go his way. I'd told myself it was passion. That he cared too much. That I was overreacting. That this was what love looked like when it was real and intense and all-consumi