Page 35 of Skating Towards Danger

Without breaking eye contact, I reach between us and unbutton his jeans before pulling his hard cock out, making him hiss. I move my panties to the side and place him at my very wet entrance after seeing him fight for me and lower myself onto him, making him groan, “Fuck, little fairy…”

I smile as he grips my hips and guides me as I begin to move up and down, then swivel before repeating the action over and over, not once breaking eye contact with Dante.

His member fills me to the brim, stretching my walls and making me wetter, and as soon as Dante moves a hand between us and presses his thumb down on my clit and rubs it in hard, slow circles, my walls tighten, and he gasps, “Come for me Paige, fucking soak me!”

My stomach tightens, and I throw my head back and scream, “Dante,”as my orgasm takes over, and he moans, “Fuck yes,baby…” then slams me down onto his lap and keeps me there, filling me up and painting my walls.

I breathe heavily, place my forehead against his, and rasp, “I promise, I’m okay,” ensuring he knows Andrew didn’t hurt me and he takes deep breaths, squeezing my hips so I don’t remove myself from him as he nods slightly, and our eyes lock again and everything around me fades.

Even though we’re in his car, and his dick is inside me, I kiss him sweetly, letting my emotions take over.

I’ve fallen for him, and I know he’s fallen for me. I just have to make him see that we can do this and be together instead of ending our arrangement that I now see he came up with because I unintentionally got under his skin.

For the first time in my life, I want to fight for something.

I want to fight for him.

Chapter 13

Dante

I lick my bottom lip as I lean back on my armchair in my room by the wall window, watching Paige’s chest, which is covered by my black silk sheets, slowly move up and down, enchanting me.

I’ve never brought her here before, fuck, I’ve never brought any woman to my place, and yet, I’m not freaking out.

She belongs here, I can feel it, and I’m a fucking idiot.

My plan backfired. We were supposed to fuck for a few weeks, then call it quits, but the more I had her like I thought before we started, the more I wanted her, and still want her. Fuck, I only came inside her an hour ago, and I want her again.

She’s fucking mine.

I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to give in, but the more I tried to mess with her skating schedule in just a few days topunish her for something she didn’t even understand what was happening, the more I needed her.

I’m in love with her…

I grit my back teeth, trying to control my demon when I see finger mark bruising on her arm that I didn’t fucking do.

I was seconds from killing that fucker when I pulled up at that shitty diner and saw him trying to force himself on her. I watched her fight back but that did nothing to quiet my anger, though it did make me proud and when she climbed on top of me in the car, ensuring my whole attention was on her, I knew then and there I couldn’t run from what I’m feeling any longer.

She calmed the demon and kept him at bay all evening.

I didn’t want a relationship. I didn’t want things pushed onto me like they always have been with the famiglia. I wanted things on my terms, but as Roman said, when the one comes, there’s no running away like I tried or putting a band-aid over the situation by being fuck buddies.

Taking a deep breath, I tap my finger against my bare leg, my eyes running over Paige’s body before they lock on her left arm, the name Royal in large letters on the inside of her upper arm I’ve never seen before tonight instantly pisses me off, and pure jealousy fills me, and the urge to call my guy and get him to ink over it hits hard.

She’s never mentioned anyone called Royal. In fact, when we ended up just talking at the arena before I drove her home, anything family-related was off-topic, which I can’t complain about.

She’s lost her parents, and I’m lying to her about who I am.

But who the fuck is Royal, and why does he get his name tattooed fucking big on her arm?

Paige sighs in her sleep, and my body pulls to be near her, and I listen. I get up and quietly walk over to her before gently removing the sheets off her naked body, then climb over her,slowly running my lips over her smooth, soft skin and as if her body can read mine, her legs open, welcoming me in her sleep. I enter her in one thrust, causing her to blink, waking her.

As our eyes connect, I slowly run my hands up her arms, over that fucking tattoo, before I link my fingers with hers and place them beside her head.

Her eyes race between mine and she rasps, “Are you going to make love to me, player?”

My heart pounds at her words, but it’s the look of fear that etches over her that kills me. She believes I’m going to laugh off her words and prove to her that she doesn’t deserve this, but she’s wrong.

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