Page 30 of Skating Towards Danger

“Shit,” I gasp as I breathe heavily, my orgasm ebbing away and what we just did hitting home hard. What he just did to my body, bringing out pleasure I have never felt before, making me want it again and again while my heart beats fast at the realization he is my one momma spoke about, but I’m not his.

Not good, this is not good. I never felt like this with anyone else, normally, I’ll shove them away and shower until I bleed, yet with Dante, the thought of him pulling out makes me want to weep.

Double shit.

Dante snorts against my neck before nipping my skin, sending a jolt through me, then lifts his head and presses his lips against mine, our tongues instantly meeting, tangling, and I melt. He moves his hips again, his member already hardening, ready for another go.

I’ve decided this is a one-day thing, so of course, I allow it to happen again and again before I leave him in his locker room, adamant not to do this again.

He’s the kind of man you fall in love with, and I don’t deserve to fall in love, besides, he’ll destroy me, breaking that last barrier that’s stopping me from ending it all.

Chapter 11

Dante – Two Days Later

I lean back in my seat, look out the window of my car, and watch as Paige, the little fairy who has me by the balls, walks into the arena, her bag over her shoulder. Everything in me is screaming to follow her, which makes me hate her more and then I hate myself because of the hate I’m feeling towards her, but the desire—it’s consuming me.

Her hair is up in her usual messy knot, a few strands of purple and now pink that she didn’t have framing her heart-shaped face. Again, she’s in her skirt-dress type thing.

I don’t think I’ve seen her hair down yet. I wonder how long it is and what it would feel like in my fingers…

I sigh and lean my head back as she disappears through the doors. Two days, I haven’t spoken to her for two days since weboth got dressed after fucking four times, and she walked out of the arena without a word leaving a gaping hole in my heart.

I’ll sit in the stands at the back and watch her struggle on the ice, keeping myself in the shadows. Even though she can feel me, she allows us to have the space to come to terms with what we did, for me to come to terms with the hate that I feel at myself, not her.

She knows she’s mine, and I’m hers, and she knows I don’t want this between us, but I don’t know how to stay away.

I want to skate and have fucking fun, not have a woman needing my attention. I’m not ready to settle down or commit because when that day comes, it’ll be the time I need to think about retiring and becoming Roman’s second.

It’ll be the day the demon takes over, yet our connection is there, and we don’t even know each other well.

We need to fuck each other out of our systems, that is what we need to do because a relationship isn’t in the cards, yet if we go down that route, I may never let her go.

She’s unaware of the Famiglia and the mafia world, probably thinking it only exists in books, and she’s struggling with her past. She has drama surrounding her, drama I just don’t fucking need right now.

We can’t be together, and I’ll keep telling myself that until it sticks.

Maybe we can fuck for a few weeks to get each other out of our systems, then go our separate ways, or that’s what I’m hoping she’ll agree to because my body wants more though I am concerned it will never be enough.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair, still shocked that I actually fucked pussy for the first time in years, and what a great fucking pussy she has.

How in the fuck did I go so long without it?

“Harder,” Paige gasps, throwing her head back, and I grip her thighs, spreading them slightly while keeping her up against the wall, and tilt my hips, thrusting harder and faster, my spine tingling, but I won’t blow, not until she comes again but fuck me she’s tight, so fucking tight and how I have missed pussy…

“Dante!” a whiny voice snaps as a bang echo on my window, and I scowl, coming out of the memory of Paige’s tight cunt, only to turn to see a very pissed-off Amy glaring at me, and I roll my eyes.

Bitch is about to have her fucking comeuppance.

Gritting my teeth at the attitude she’s currently throwing my way, I open my door, not giving a shit if it hits her. She gasps and steps back, nearly falling on her ass in those ridiculous stilettos she’s wearing to miss getting hit. I ignore her and shut my door before leaning against my Jag and crossing my arms over my chest, and tilting my head.

Her bleach-blonde hair is straight, just past her shoulders, her face is caked in makeup, and her dress reveals way too much for a woman who is supposed to be pregnant.

“Is this how you treat your girl, huh, Dante? The mother of your child!” she snaps, and I smirk, causing her eyes to narrow.

I love how she claims she’s my girl just because she says she is. It's fucking hilarious, and the woman is delusional.

I don’t answer her, instead I get out my phone and find the folder I need then I play the video and turn my cell phone her way after ensuring the sound is on.

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