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

I giggle as I’m thrown into the air before I land with a soft thud on the comfy bed. Dante grins, then jumps on me, and I squeal as he laughs and presses his palms beside my head, trying not to squish me but also keeping our bodies touching, my legs on either side of his hips.

Gently, he rubs his nose against mine, and nothing but happiness radiates from him, and I know here and now Uncle Rocco was right.

“I can’t believe you’re here,” he rasps, and my eyes tear up at the relief he’s giving off right now, the feelings he’s showing me, proving to me he really does love me.

“Did you know Uncle Rocco has a private plane?” I ask, and he grins.

“Little fairy, the famiglia has at least five,” he replies, and my mouth parts in shock, making him laugh. “You’re so fucking cute, you know that?” he states, and I blink my eyes, then flutter them before I give him a sweet smile and ask, “Does that mean we can travel the world?”

He chuckles and quickly pecks my lips, then murmurs, “Thank you for coming, Paige.”

I nod slightly and admit, “Uncle Rocco showed up at the rink, and we talked.”noveldrama

He hums as he leans his arms on either side of my head, gently plays with my hair, and asks, “And how did it go?”

I shrug, “I’m still confused, I still have a lot to overcome, I think but I’ve come to an understanding I guess of where he was coming from.”

“You’ll get there, baby, it’ll just take time. You’ve had information overload this past month,” he says, and I nod.

“He said that you wouldn’t have signed the marriage license if there weren’t true feelings between us,” I say, hoping he’ll confirm what Uncle Rocco said.

Dante smiles sweetly, kisses my nose, and then admits, “If I didn’t love you, little fairy, I would have run long ago. I didn’t want to settle down or have a wife. I just wanted hockey before my father took over my life, and then in walked you.”

“But how can you be so sure? I mean, it’s been just under what, three months?” I ask timidly, still so unsure about everything.

Dante keeps his smile on his face, places his forehead against mine, and admits, “Because the thought of you not being with me makes my chest ache. Every time we’re apart, even just for a few hours, I feel like I’m missing my other half… Paige, the moment we locked eyes, you were all I could see, and yeah, I hated you for it, which I know was unjustified, but I was fighting the inevitable,” he gently runs his thumb over my bottom lip, sending tingles throughout me and he rasps, “Every touch, my skin sets a light, every time we lock eyes, sparks ignite. I love you, Paige, I love you so fucking much, and I’ll keep telling you every single day until it sticks, and even after that. You complete me, baby. you make me a better man.”

Tears fall, and he wipes them away, and I whisper, “Make love to me, player.”

“Anything for you,” he swears, pressing his lips against mine in a slow, sweet kiss. I open for him willingly, and our tongues meet, making him groan as I moan and wrap my legs around his waist, pulling his body even closer, if that’s possible.

Dante complies and moves his left hand, cupping my thigh as he gently grinds his member between my legs, making me moan into his mouth before he moves his lips from mine and kisses my jaw, then down to my neck. I arch into him as I bring my hands to his shirt and lift it, my fingers gently brushing against his skin.

He shivers and moves off me, causing me to unlink my legs, and he stands, locking eyes with me before removing his shirt. I bite my bottom lip as his muscular chest comes into view and my clit pulses with need.

Damn, the man is a work of art.

He undoes his jeans next while he toes off his boots and then pulls his jeans and boxers off, his cock coming into view.

Large and hard…

My mouth waters, and I quickly sit up and scoot to the end of the bed before I grip his cock. He groans, and I lean forward and lick the tip as pre-cum bubbles, his taste overrides me, and I gently suck his tip.

“Fuck, Paige,” he groans and grips my hair tight.

I moan and suck him into my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag.

“Breathe through your nose, little fairy,” he grunts, and I listen, then deep throat him again but swallow at the same time, making his grip on my hair tighten as he moans.

I bob my head as I hollow my cheeks, then bring my left hand up and cup his balls.

Gently, I squeeze and massage them, and I suck his member harder. My jaw aches, but I won’t stop until he comes.

“Fuck, Paige, I’m going to come…,” he says then grunts and tries to pull my head back, but I grip his thighs and suck harder, wanting to taste him before I feel him tense and his seed floods my mouth and he says on a moan, “Fuck…”

My eyes water, but I swallow while sucking, ensuring I get every last drop before suddenly he pulls back, picks me up underneath my armpits, and throws me back at the top of the bed.

I gasp but soon moan as his body covers mine, and our lips meet in a hot, sloppy kiss.

Dante grabs my jersey and brings my top up, breaking the kiss momentarily as he removes it before his lips meet mine again. Our tongues tangle as he moves his hand behind my back and unclips my bra, and quickly removes it.

I arch my back, helping him before his lips find my nipple, and he sucks hard, then chews on it, and I cry out, “Dante, please,” as I lift my hips, needing him inside me.

My clit pulses, my walls fluttering.

He moans against my skin, moves his hands between our bodies, undoes my jeans before popping my nipple out of his mouth, and removes his body from mine.

We lock eyes as he grips my jeans and panties and pulls them off, along with my sneakers, and throws them on the floor before he grips my thighs and opens them, showcasing me to him. The coldness hits my wet folds, and he moans and dives in before eating me like he’s been starved making me gasp.

It only takes him minutes before I see stars as his tongue licks up all my juices, my body tightens as my orgasm takes over, and suddenly in the midst of my orgasm, his cock is deep inside me, his lips pressed against mine, our tongues tangling.

I groan into his mouth and wrap my legs around his waist as he begins to thrust hard and fast, pure raw need sparking between us. I thrust up, meeting him thrust for thrust as I taste myself on his tongue.

I feel my stomach begin to tighten, and my clit pulse before fireworks flash behind my eyes and my walls tighten around Dante’s cock, my second orgasm taking over.

“Fuck…Paige,” Dante whispers against my mouth as he thrusts into me a few more times before rutting, then stills deep inside me, filling me with his seed. He kisses me deep, and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him tight, refusing to let him go.

I blink, hearing a bang outside the door before the handle wiggles several times. I look at the clock and notice it’s three in the morning before looking at Dante, who is snoring beside me, his arm hanging over my waist.

A noise sounds again, and slowly, I climb out of bed, grab Dante’s shirt that he was wearing last night, and quickly put it over my naked, aching body.

Dante turns in his sleep, and I look at him and smile when I see he’s grabbed my pillow – damn man is cute sometimes.

Shaking my head, I walk to the door. Furrowing my brows when I hear cursing and see the handle wiggle again, I open it, thinking maybe it’s one of his teammates in the wrong room, but I gasp when I come face to face with Caz.

Her nostrils flare as she takes in my attire before suddenly a gun is held to my head.

Oh, come on!

“Get in the room now!” she snaps, not one to argue while having a gun held to my head, I take a few steps back.

She follows and slams the door like an idiot.

What did she think I was in here alone?

“Now listen here bitch,” she sneers as she rounds me, putting her back to the now empty bed.

Uh oh.

“You are going to grab your shit, then you’re going to write a note to Dante that you and he are over, then you’re going to follow me!” she demands, and I swallow hard when I catch sight of Dante, now wearing his jeans, creeping behind her, a knife in his hand, his eyes hard.

Oh god, this cannot be happening.

“Dante is mine,” she says obliviously, “I have waited years for him to notice me, for him to fuck me, I will not have a whore come and ruin it, now pack your stuff, and then you and I are going to go for a little drive to the docks!”

Oh, how original, the docks. What are we in some action movie?

“My wife is not a whore,” Dante sneers in her ear from behind her making her stiffen, “And I am not yours. I am hers, and you bitch have just fucked up!”

Dante brings the knife up and slices across her throat, making my eyes widen as I step back before her body falls to the floor while she’s gasping for breath as she tries to stop the bleeding with panic.

Minutes, that is how long it takes before she dies before me while Dante stands stoically behind her showing no emotion.

I don’t blink, I don’t swallow, I don’t even think I’m breathing as I look into Caz’s dead eyes. I’m unable to move, to think.

She came to kill me, and now, she’s dead.

“Paige, get dressed!” Dante snaps, but my body won’t move.

She’s dead, he killed her.