His Dangerous Love On Ice

"Let's play a game."

"What game?"

"One that involves you not screaming."

★★★★★

I'd been the perfect girlfriend to my star hockey player for two years.

Stood in the rain at his practices. Drove hours just to watch him warm benches. Wore his jersey like it meant something.

And he repaid me by fucking his way through half of Chicago—including the sister of the one man he's been obsessed with for years.

Zane Mercer.

The NHL's most dangerous player. My stepfather's worst enemy. And the man who looked at me like I was something worth destroying the world for.

One impossible offer.

One desperate bet.

One night that changed everything.

Zane doesn't do fake. He doesn't do half measures.

When he tells me I'm his for two months, he means it. In every way that matters.

But Zane has secrets buried so deep they connect to my family's past in ways I never imagined. Dark secrets. Deadly ones.

What starts as a transaction turns into obsession.

What starts as revenge turns into something I can't walk away from.

And what starts as a lie might be the only truth that matters.

They say some men are too dangerous to love.

They're right.

But I was never good at following warnings.

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This book contains explicit sexual content, dominant/possessive behavior, morally gray characters, family conflict, and themes that may be triggering. Intended for mature readers 18+.

This isn’t your normal hockey romance. It’s dark, raw, and unrelenting—where obsession, desire, and power collide, and nothing is off-limits.

OLIVE's POV

: OLIVE's POV

I had three client presentations due tomorrow and a marketing strategy that was nowhere near finished, but all I could think about was Cole coming home in two weeks.

It had been two months since I'd seen him in person. Two months of video calls and texts that came later and later each night.

Grayson would tell me I was overthinking again. My stepfather had been the steady one since Mom remarried ten years ago—the kind of dad who actually showed up, who remembered what mattered.

I pulled my laptop onto the bed, staring at the half-finished campaign for Hopkins Company.

Pathetic.

I shoved the laptop aside and reached for my nightstand drawer.

The feeling of having my vibe pressed right where I needed it, imagining Cole in his blue practice jersey, hair slicked back, hands braced on the headboard above me…

Close. So close.

The door slammed open.

My mother stood in the doorway like she hadn't just walked in on something she definitely shouldn't have seen. When I scrambled to sit up, tangled in my sheets and trying to shove the vibe under my pillow, she smiled.

Actually smiled.

"Oh darling, I'm so sorry I interrupted. But playtime's over."

"God, Mom, knocking is a thing adults do." My face was on fire. I shoved the vibe into my nightstand drawer so fast I almost broke my finger.

"Your door was wide open, Olive. Be grateful it was me