His Dangerous Love On Ice のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Chapter 41: OLIVE's POV"Stock's been climbing like crazy and I don't know, this whole board meeting thing involves us somehow."Brenda was speed-walking down the hallway, iPad bouncing against her chest, heels clicking against the polished floor. I followed behind, trying to match her pace while my brain felt like it was moving through fog."Maybe Grayson doesn't want to admit that my relationship is bringing in investors," I muttered. "And since he won't even look at me now, I'm guessing he's setting me up for something."Brenda stopped so suddenly I almost crashed into her back."Okay, yes, I get why you're stressed about the meeting." She turned to face me, eyes narrowing. "But what I don't get is why you're wearing a scarf…around your neck. It's not cold. You never wear scarves."Shit."Can't a girl catch a cold?" I tried to move past her but she grabbed my arm."Olive—""We're going to be late," I said, pulling away and practically jogging toward the conference room."Fine, but

Chapter 43: Olive's POVHe walked toward me, and I could see it—all the parts of me that came from him. The green eyes. The sharp jawline. The nose I'd always hated. Looking at him was like looking in a mirror that showed me everything I'd tried to distance myself from."I was in Chicago last week," I said flatly.Getting my life destroyed, but sure."Oh, Chicago. Right." His grin widened. "Where you caused quite the scene."I could see it in his face—that insufferable smugness that made me want to scream."I'm so fucking proud of you," he continued. "You actually landed Zane Mercer. Didn't think you had it in you, honestly. Though I'm glad you finally came to your senses and left that piece of shit Cole. I was planning to kill him myself if you hadn't broken up. Maybe that would've snapped you out of whatever spell he had you under."I wasn't shocked. Nothing my father said ever shocked me anymore. Walter Monroe had always existed in this gray area between legitimate businessman and

Chapter 45: Olive's POVFifteen years ago, I was nine.Walter had gotten Klaus his first car—a sleek silver thing that Klaus treated like it was made of gold. Klaus was always the favorite. I'd known it from the beginning, even when I was too young to understand what favoritism really meant.Walter supported him in every game, every race, every stupid decision. Got him that car at fourteen because "Klaus loved driving." And in a way, the car was mine too. I'd sit in the passenger seat while Klaus practiced in empty parking lots, pretending we were going on adventures.Until the day Klaus decided to race his best friend Jayden down Highway 9.They crashed. Totaled the car. Broke Klaus's arm in two places.And I took the blame.Told Walter I'd convinced Klaus to do it, that I'd been the one pushing him all week because he'd been talking about racing nonstop and I thought it would make him happy. Thought maybe if Klaus was happy, the family would be happy. And maybe—just maybe—they'd fin

Chapter 47: Olive's POVHis mouth crashed against mine—hard, unrelenting, consuming.He kissed me like he was trying to devour every thought in my head, every ounce of anger I'd been holding onto. His lips moved over mine with an intensity that made my knees weak, hands gripping my waist as he lifted me off the ground.My legs wrapped around his torso automatically, hands fisting in his hair while my lips parted for him. His hands slid down to my ass—kneading, gripping, spreading me open as he started walking somewhere I couldn't see and didn't care about.I heard a door slam open, felt my back hit a wall.His mouth never left mine. I could taste what he'd been drinking—something sweet and smoky, like expensive whiskey with a hint of grape. It made everything feel more intoxicating, more dangerous.Then his lips left mine, trailing down my jaw to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks I'd see in the morning.He froze.Right there against my neck, his breath going still for just a

Chapter 49: OLIVE's POV"Zane—please—""Please what?" He pushed his finger in deeper, and I cried out. "Please fuck you? Please stop? Tell me what you want, Muffin.""Fuck me—" I was sobbing now. "Please just fuck me—""Where?" He pulled his finger out, his cock pressing against my pussy now, sliding through my wetness. "Here?""Yes—god, yes—""Then tell me." He grabbed my cuffed wrists, yanked them up above my head, pinning them against the wall. "Tell me how mad you are at me. Scream it.""What—"He slammed into me.No warning. No gentleness. Just one brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt and had me screaming, my voice echoing off the walls."That's it," he growled against my ear. "Louder. Tell me how much you fucking hate me right now."He pulled out and slammed back in, hitting something so deep I saw stars."I hate—" I choked on the words. "I hate that you lied to me—""Keep going." Another thrust, harder, and I felt the wall shake."I hate that you didn't tell me about the r