All Chapters of Ice Deal: Faking it with my best friend's twin brother : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

~Dakota’s POV~ He practically drags me into the store as I continue protesting. He’s not even listening to me. It’s like talking to a wall. He’s so stubborn. When he’s made up his mind, there’s very little I can do to change it. Boyfriend duties? Isn’t he taking all of this a little too far? Fake-dating is one thing, buying expensive designers for me is another thing! The gesture is nice and I know he can afford it but I don’t want to be indebted to him. I want to stick to the parameters of our contract. I don’t want to owe him when all of this is done. I mean…what happens after we end the agreement at the end of the semester? Do I just return the expensive gifts or do I keep them forever? It’s all becoming too muddied. “Hayden, seriously, I can’t accept ---” I try to explain one more time. He ignores me, pushing the door open. We step into the cool, expansive store. I gasp at the sight before me. Rows and rows of expensive clothes line the aisle. A uniformed

~Dakota's POV~ He claims my mouth with fierce, feral possession. A jolt of pleasure shoots through me as his taste explodes inside my mouth: a little minty, fucking seductive. I've never felt so alive. My entire body feels like it's been set on fire. My pores are all open, soaking up the heat radiating from his touch. Doja Cat's “SO HIGH” drums through the speakers, wrapping us in a bubble of lust. He scratches down my back with his nails. He moves me backwards till I'm pinned against the wall and there's nowhere else to go. I'm trapped between the wall and his massively-bulging cock. The fire burning in the pit of my belly grows fiercer as his kiss deepens and he grinds his erection against my crotch. I moan into his mouth. I'd never been so intoxicated with a boy before. He's like fine wine, addictive, sweet, sinful. I don't even recognise the sounds coming out of me. He swallows each sound, his tongue probing my mouth and making it his. My breath

~Dakota’s POV~ “Try not to look so scared, Dakota,” Hayden whispers in my ear soothingly. Our arms are interlocked as we meander through the hall filled with important personnel: school officials, team sponsors, local brand officials, the media, all of the school’s athletes and some popular alumni. I recognize some of the retired hockey legends here tonight. Everyone is in black tie. They all look like royalty and then there's me ….who does not fit in at all. “I feel like I don’t belong,” I confess to him. He grips my arm firmly. “Nonsense, you belong here. More than anyone else.” The strength of his affirmation buoys me. I try to keep my head high and ignore the whispers flying around as we walk by. “Hayden Thornhill, our Golden Boy, just the man I wanna see!” a bulky, half-drunk man approaches us, still clutching his champagne glass. I feel Hayden’s grip tighten around my arm. “Hello, Mr. Tiverton.” I freeze. Tiverton? As in the legendary Tiverton family? The Ti

~Hayden's POV~ I've never felt such rage course through me before. Such jealousy. It's pure, unadulterated, raw. I still can't process it: my girlfriend is hunched in a corner with him at a gala where we just hard-launched! And not just that…he's touching her. Right in front of the entire school. He's touching her and she's letting it happen. My blood is boiling. I'm not embarrassed; I'm pissed off! I tighten my grip on her arm. “She's mine now, don't even think about touching her again,” I repeat myself, adding an edge of emphasis to my voice. Elliot chuckles, throwing his hands in mock surrender. “Sure, she's all yours. But if I were you, I'd start paying closer attention to her and protect her from the horde of vampires in your line of work,” he says before storming off. What the hell does that even mean? What is he talking about? Jesus, I can't stand him. It's so juvenile to hate someone as much as I hate him, but I genuinely can't stand him. Can't s

~Hayden's POV~ I take her lips with a wild, frantic, uncontrollable move. There is no gentility in this kiss. Only fire, tension, fury, desperation and a raw need to dominate, to claim what's mine. Possession. Possession is the only thing on my mind. I must make her mine. I must remind her that…she belongs to me. I must wipe every trace of Elliot from her mind. She groans into my mouth, matching my pace. Two storms colliding. Heat meeting ice. An electrifying current zaps through me. I bury my hands into her hair, curling strands of it around my fingers. My heart lurches for her, blood rushing fast. Goosebumps all over my skin, my dick throbbing with a violent palable desire for her. I am besotted by a raw, primal, animalistic need to fuck her! Screw the game-plan, screw our planned D-day, I want her now! She moans into my mouth as I deepen the kiss, my tongue pushing into her. We don't come up for air. We don't stop for anything. I don't want to s