Skating Towards Danger: A Mafia Hockey Romance – Dante’s Book (Mafia Hockey Series 2)

I gently chew my bottom lip as Dante skates from one side of the rink to the other in seconds, moving his stick from side to side, the puck going effortlessly with him, his stick barely hitting it as he goes.

He moves amazingly on the ice like he’s one with it.

It’s just a shame his personality is shitty, I mean, he’s hot with dark hair that, according to Rhett, used to be shoulder length before he cut it after getting into the league. His body is made for sin, but he’s an asshole through and through trying to make my life hell.

I’ve been here after work for the past three days after confirming with Caz, the Jaguars’ receptionist, that no players need the ice in the evenings. I ensured it wasn’t his time. However, despite her stating no one was using the rink, Dante has been here skating before me every stupid day, and I swear he’s doing it on purpose especially, according to Rhett, he prefers to skate in the mornings yet here he is and each time he sees me, the ass smirks.

Dante skids near the net and smacks the puck in, causing the light to flash above it. My phone vibrates, and I sigh before grabbing it out of my bag, knowing Dante is nowhere near finished.

“I cannot kill him, I repeat, I cannot kill him,” I mumble as I unlock my phone but sigh, seeing it’s Andrew.

I roll my eyes and look up as Dante skates to the other end of the rink fast. His body is mesmerizing, making my stomach tighten and I instantly chastise myself as my phone vibrates five more times, and I hold in my groan.

“Welp here comes ranting Andrew….” I mutter.

“Well yeah, what did you expect, jackass,” I mumble, then read the next text.

“It was only two months dickhead,” I mutter because seriously, he expected me to spread my legs within the week of our first so-called date – Matt making our burgers at the diner, which was the only good thing about it because Andrew thought talking to my breasts the whole time was a good idea.

“Really shouldn’t have shat where I eat,” I mumble and read the next text and roll my eyes.

“Ooh, getting angry now, are we,” I mutter, enjoying myself.

I sigh and look back at the rink to see Dante doing sprints.

“Guess I need to carry pepper spray again,” I mutter to myself knowing deep down this dick is going to try something and watch Dante move.

Man might be an ass, but he’s a work of art on the ice.

The electric feeling I feel when he’s near is still there, if anything, it’s strengthening, but I’m choosing to ignore it like a sane person.

I don’t need a man, and I don’t want one. I want to get through this tribute and then maybe see where life is going to take me.

Maybe I can see about starting that charity I mentioned to Roman and help kids who are struggling like I was. Maybe then I might have a purpose again.

Half an hour later, I yawn as I check the time. It’s late, since changing my shifts with Diane, I have an early shift in the morning, and Dante has hogged the ice for the past hour.

Okay, I really am going to kill him!

“You done perving on me?” Dante snaps, and I look up, locking eyes with him, he’s stands in the middle of the ice, hand on his hip while holding his stick with his other one, glaring at me.

Yeah, because this is all my fault, he hogged the ice on purpose at that.

Again, the electricity fills me, and I blink to break it as I stand and grab my skates out of my bag while he leaves the ice, removing his near the gateway.

I snort, “In your dreams, player,” and shove past him when he walks near me before I stop near the gateway and toe of my sneakers, but before I can put my skates on, Dante states, “I don’t fucking think so little fairy,” and I glare his way.

I snap, “What is your problem?” as I put my hands on my hips.

He raises a brow, “What makes you think I have a problem? You’re a fucking blip on my radar.”

I try not to flinch at his harsh words and growl, “Then why don’t you return to your original skating times? I moved everything around just for you Your Highness, only for you to come here now, the only time I can skate!” I glare at him and snap, “And if I’m a blip on your radar and you don’t have a problem, then leave me the hell alone and let me get on with what I have to so then we don’t need to see each other ever again, jackass!”

His nostrils flare, but I ignore his anger and turn, ready to get my ass on the ice to get away from him, which says a lot considering the ice hurts me, but before I can touch my skate, a hand grabs my arm and twists me round and I open my mouth to shout at the jackass but instead of shouting, soft, warm lips press against mine. The feel of a soft five o’clock shadow tickles my skin and oh my, I melt. I don’t shove him, I don’t shout at him, instead, I melt into him like an idiot, leaning my body against his, his warmth filling me.

Dante reacts quickly as I grab his shirt, twisting it in my fist, and he wraps arm around my waist. He lets go of my arm while his other hand cups the back of my head before our tongues meet, and our kiss deepens.

Fireworks – fireworks go off over me.

I don’t think about who he is or the fact we’re out in the open in the rink, instead, I push up on my tiptoes and wrap my arm around his neck while keeping my grip on his shirt. Our kiss gets hotter as he sucks my tongue into his mouth making me moan.

Oh wow, that was hot.

Between my legs, I get wet, and my clit throbs. The urge to climb him like a tree pulls at me, but as if he can read my thoughts, Dante moves his hands to my ass and lifts me, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist, and suddenly, I’m glad I put on my old leotard without tights.

I feel us move, but I don’t stop the kiss to question him, my lips, my body unwilling to leave his before my back hits a wall, and I moan into his mouth when he grounds against my panty-covered entrance.

I need him, I need him now!

I don’t think, I let instincts take over as I move my hand between us and push his jogging pants down a little.

Dante groans as he bites my bottom lip and helps me out by freeing his member, and I grip him instantly.

Oh, holy crap, he’s big, like big-big, and I haven’t had sex in five years, and even then, the guys I slept with don’t hold a candle to Dante Marino.

He’s wide, and he is long. As I gently move my hand up and down his length, the large veins bumped out beneath my fingers.

Damn, no wonder the puck bunnies want him.

Jealousy I’ve never felt before fills me, but I push it away and squeeze him, my body humming, wanting him inside.

Dante kisses me again, shoving his tongue down my throat, making my head go fuzzy as he knocks my hand away, then grips my panties before pulling hard.

I hear the tearing, and I can’t find it in myself to care because, within seconds, the tip of his dick is placed at my entrance, and slowly, very painfully slowly, he pushes inside.

I break the kiss and throw my head back, gasping at his size.

“Fuck your tight,” he grunts against my neck while I try to control my breathing.

Dante stops for a minute, and I demand, “Please tell me you’re all the way in?”

He snorts, and instead of answering me, he thrusts forward hard, and I gasp as he fills me to the brim.

Damn…

“I am now,” he gasps, holding still, and I grip his hair with one hand and his shoulder with the other while he bites my neck hard, sending a jolt through me, making my clit throb.

He waits a few minutes before testing the waters, slowly moving his hips back, then thrusts forward. I move my hips to meet him thrust for thrust, causing him to pick up speed, knowing I can take him, and pleasure like no other fills me before he takes my lips again, and I kiss him back just as hard as he kisses me, making him groan.noveldrama

It’s not soft, we’re not making love, it’s pure sex, pure need, pure fucking amazing!

He tilts his hips, hitting a spot I never knew existed, and suddenly, my clit pulses, my walls tighten around him, and my stomach tightens. I come hard, my eyes going black for a moment, and I scream into his mouth.

He swallows my sounds and picks up speed before he thrusts a couple more times and then, a few minutes later, stills, moaning as he comes inside me, sending aftershocks through my body and suddenly, I’m glad I went to the clinic and got on the pill, though I may need to go back because, well, he is a player…

Dante slows the kiss before gently caressing my lips, then drops his head to my neck, breathing hard but keeping his semi-hard cock inside me, his hands on my ass. The feeling of being whole for the first time in years fills me, which suddenly brings me back to the here and now, and I hate myself for having that feeling.

We’re in the open at the rink.

We just had unprotected sex because, let’s face it, the pill isn’t one hundred percent foolproof.

The electric shocks I felt are now lightning bolts, and I know deep down I’m his, and that is a scary thought because he’s not mine.

Suddenly, I want more for the first time. I want to live, and hate fills me.

“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.