His Dangerous Love On Ice Chapter 78: Olive's Pov

Below us, two cars pulled up to the starting line. The first car was candy apple red with black racing stripes that gleamed under the lights. The other was electric teal, almost neon.

They looked like mechanical destroyers ready to rip the track apart.

"See those cars?" Zane's voice was ht against my ears, his lips dragging across my neck in a way that made my entire body clench with anticipation. "Red or teal. Pick one."

"What?" I gasped as his teeth grazed my pulse point, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, biting down until pleasure-pain shot straight between my thighs.

"Pick which one you think will win." His hands were already sliding up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher, fingers digging into my flesh possessively.

I stared down at the track, trying desperately to focus even though his touch was setting my entire body on fire. "I don't know anything about racing—"

"Then guess, Muffin. Red or teal?" Zane’s fingers brushed the inside of my thighs, so close to where I was already wet and aching for him.

A massive screen flickered to life on the wall, displaying the drivers' stats in brutal detail.

VIPER - Red Car

- 10 wins, 3 losses

- Aggressive, reckless, takes insane risks

- Known for last-second victories and near-fatal crashes

GHOST - Teal Car

- 15 wins, 1 loss

- Precise, calculated, methodical

- Never makes mistakes, always plays it safe

My eyes moved back to the red car, something about it makes me think of one person.

Zane Mercer.

"Red," I breathed without debating.

"Good fucking choice," Zane growled, and the next second his hand slid completely under my skirt, fingers pushing my panties aside and finding me soaking wet. "Because I just bet one million dollars on red."

My brain short-circuited completely. "You WHAT?"

"One million dollars, baby." His fingers found my clit and rubbed slow, torturous circles that made my hips buck involuntarily. "If your car wins, the money's yours. If you lose..." He bit down hard on my neck, sucking the skin into his mouth. "We lose together. One million dollars gone because you picked wrong."

"Zane, that's fucking insane—"

"Then I guess you'd better pay very close attention to this race." His fingers slid lower, teasing my entrance, and I whimpered pathetically. "Because if you come before your car wins, I'm pulling out and you get nothing. No orgasm. No million dollars. Nothing."

The starting lights began their countdown, each light blinking on with agonizing slowness.

Red.

His finger pushed inside me, just one, and I gasped.

Red.

Another finger joined the first, stretching me, curling to hit that spot that made stars explode behind my eyes.

Red.

His thumb pressed against my clit, rubbing in tight circles.

Green.

The cars exploded forward with a deafening roar of engines, tires screaming against asphalt, and Zane's fingers pumped into me hard and fast, matching the brutal pace of the race below.

"Oh god, oh fuck—" I gasped, my hands flying to grip his thighs, nails digging into the fabric of his pants hard enough to leave marks.

"Watch the fucking race, Muffin," he commanded, his voice dark and commanding. "Tell me exactly what's happening or I stop touching you."

I forced my eyes open, forced myself to focus on the track even though his thumb was circling my clit relentlessly and his fingers were pumping in and out of me with wet, obscene sounds.

"Red's in front," I managed, my voice shaking. "Taking the inside corner hard—fuck, Zane, please—"

"Please what?" His free hand came up to roughly squeeze my breast through my top, fingers finding my nipple and pinching hard enough to make me cry out.

"Use your words."

The cars screamed into the second turn, and teal suddenly surged forward with explosive speed, pulling alongside red with terrifying precision.

"They're neck and neck!" I gasped as Zane added another finger, three now, stretching me so perfectly I could barely think. "Teal's faster on the straightaway, he's pulling ahead—oh god, Zane, I need—"

"You need what, baby?" He twisted his fingers inside me, hitting that spot over and over while his thumb worked my clit in devastating circles.

"Say it. Scream it so everyone down there can hear what a desperate little thing you are for my cock."

"I need you inside me!" I practically sobbed, my hips grinding down on his hand shamelessly. "Please, I need your cock, I need you to fuck me, please—"

"That's my good girl," he growled, and I heard the sound of his zipper, felt him shift beneath me as he freed himself.

He gripped my hips brutally, lifted me up like I weighed nothing, positioned the thick head of his cock at my entrance, and then slammed me down onto him in one brutal thrust that had me screaming so loud the sound echoed off the glass.

"FUCK!" I cried out, my entire body convulsing as he filled me completely, stretched me so perfectly it bordered on pain.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Zane groaned gutturally against my neck, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "You're so goddamn tight, Muffin. So fucking perfect wrapped around my cock."

He was so deep like this, the angle making every thick inch of him press against places inside me that made my vision blur and my toes curl violently.

"Ride me," he commanded, his voice rough with barely controlled lust. "Watch your car and ride my cock like the desperate little slut you are."

I started moving, lifting myself up until just the tip of him remained inside me, then dropping back down hard, impaling myself on his length over and over while trying to keep my eyes on the race.

Red and teal were still neck and neck going into turn three, neither giving an inch, the crowd below going absolutely insane.

"Faster," Zane growled, and suddenly his hands were controlling my movements, lifting me and slamming me back down onto his cock with brutal force that had my breasts bouncing wildly, my entire body shaking with each devastating thrust.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was obscene, echoing through our private box, mixing with my increasingly desperate moans and his rough grunts of pleasure.

"That's it, baby, take it," he breathed against my ear, his hips bucking up to meet my downward movements, driving himself impossibly deeper. "Show me how badly you want to win. Show me how badly you want that million dollars."

The cars screamed around turn four, and teal made an aggressive move on the inside, cutting off red's line so sharply I thought they'd collide.

"No, no, no—" I gasped, riding Zane faster, harder, desperate, my body chasing the orgasm building inside me like a tidal wave ready to crash. "Teal's pulling ahead, he's—oh fuck, Zane, please—"

"Hold it," he commanded, one hand sliding between us to rub my clit in tight, merciless circles while he continued to pound up into me. "Don't you dare come yet. Not until your car wins."

Tears pricked my eyes from the overwhelming sensation, from the desperate need to come that was consuming every nerve ending in my body.