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

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 to punish 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.noveldrama

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.

I’m done pretending I can let her go.

“Damn right I am,” I whisper back, then kiss her.

She opens her mouth, and I push my tongue against hers, tangling them slowly as I move my hips, adamant to make this last.

I’m fucking in love with her, and yeah, it pisses me off Roman was right, but I’m angrier at myself for being stubborn and not grabbing hold of her as soon as we locked eyes.

Paige squeezes my hands as I deepen the kiss, and our bodies move as one, pleasure like no other filling me.

Her walls begin to flutter a little while later, and my spine tingles as if we can read each other. Paige’s orgasm takes over, her walls squeezing me, and I come, filling her up, but I don’t stop my movement. I continue to move my hips while kissing her slowly, but I do let go of her hands and place my elbows on either side of her head while she wraps her legs around my waist and runs her fingers into my hair, sending shivers down my spine.

I take a big gulp of my coffee as I eye the door to my bedroom, waiting for my girl, yes, my girl, to wake up.

After we made love, I kept her up most of the night, not getting enough of her.

I can already see her here, walking barefoot, helping me make evening dinner. It’s scary as fuck, and I still don’t know how I feel about it, but I know I want it.

I take another drink of my coffee before my phone rings, and without looking at the name, I answer it, unable to look away from my door.

“Yeah?” I answer.

“Well, I guess that’s one way to answer the phone to your father, but I guess I should be grateful that you answered at all,” Dad says, and I sigh, now looking away from the door.

Fuck’s sake.

“I know you want to hang up. I just, fuck son, this can’t keep going on. Since Roman has taken over, you don’t come home, you don’t answer my calls, and I’m a little lost on what to do,” he admits, and I look down.

“Now really isn’t a good time, Dad,” I admit, and he growls.

“Whatever fuck buddy you have in that hotel room of yours can fucking wait, please, just…” He sighs, his words trailing off, and I flinch.

It’s not every day, my dad begs.

Shaking my head, I put my coffee mug down as my door opens to my room, and I smile as a sleepy Paige wanders out wearing nothing but my shirt and her hair, fuck me, her hair reaches her ass.

I never seen it down and damn.

Oh yes, I can definitely get used to this.

“I just want to talk son,” Dad says again, reminding me he’s on the phone.

Fuck.

“Hang on a sec, Dad,” I say and open my arm for Paige, who walks straight into my side and I mumble, “Morning, little fairy,” and peck her lips.

She smiles sleepily and rasps, “Morning, player.”

I grin and confirm, “Sticking with that name, huh?” and she hums.

I fucking love that nickname…

“I didn’t mean to interrupt your call with your dad. I was just wondering if I could shower,” she whispers, and I soften.

“I put clean towels in there this morning for you and another shirt of mine,” I admit, and she smiles as our eyes lock, and my stomach flips.

Yep, I love her…Fuck.

“Thank you,” she mumbles, and I nod and lean down, gently kissing her lips before she moves out of my hold and goes back up the four steps and towards my room at the end of the hall.

When she disappears, I say, “Dad, you still there?” He doesn’t say anything for a moment, and I repeat, “Dad?” before checking the screen to see if it’s still connected.

I open my mouth again but soon move the phone from my ear as he shouts, “You little shit, you better not be using that girl Dante Damian Marino!”

I wince at the use of my whole name before I say, “Dad shut the fuck up,” making him growl, but I continue, “I am not using Paige, and the fact you’re accusing me of that shit is out of line!”

“Dante, that’s not what I meant, I-I,” he starts, then sighs, “she’s just been through so much, and after certain shit happened when she was seventeen, she admitted to Tyra that she’s gone celibate.”

I swallow hard, look at my bedroom door, and remind my father, “She’s twenty-two, Dad, an adult.”

He hums, “Yeah, I know,” then reminds me, “And she is also in the dark about who we all are, son.”

“I know, Dad, you don’t need to fucking remind me that I’m keeping a big part of me from her. Why do you think I didn’t want anything to do with her after I met her to begin with, huh?” I snap, then wince, and look towards the door but sigh when I hear the shower running.

“Fuck me, she’s your one,” Dad mutters, and I shake my head.

“I didn’t want her to be Dad, fuck, I pushed her away, I treated her like shit, but…” My words trail off, and he finishes, “One thing led to another.”

I huff, “I thought friends with benefits would be alright, get her out of my system.”

Dad chuckles, “And I’m guessing that plan failed within a day.”

“More like a few hours,” I grumble, and he laughs. I sigh and look at the door, and I admit, “I don’t know how this is going to work. I don’t know how I’m going to keep who we are away from her like Rocco wants, especially when I will be taking over from David in the next few years maybe sooner depending on how my career pans out. I-I fuck, I can’t let her go, Dad.”

Dad’s quiet for a moment before he finally speaks and says, “I’m proud of you, son. I’m proud of how you stepped up for your brother over the years, ensuring he got what he wanted. I’m proud that you took on Rocco’s request despite Roman and I being idiots just to make David happy when in theory, David does fuck all unless he’s called which isn’t a lot. You’re already going on outings with Roman, have been since he took over despite your training and games,” I swallow hard, his words hitting me right in the chest. Dad states, “When the time comes, I’ll help you tell her the truth about everything. I’ll be your support while cheering you on when you kick ass this season, next season, and for however many seasons you’ll play, and I’ll put Rocco in his place when he loses it over you dating his niece because honestly, that girl deserves the world. I know you’ll give it to her, besides, your mother will love this.”

Emotions fill me, and I am grateful that he’s backing me, the past still hurts, but I am grateful he’s being there for me.

“It’s more than dating, Dad,” I admit, and he hums.

“I know, son,” he replies, “Look, I want my son back before I fucked up and I think this is probably a good start and I’d love to keep talking, but I’ll let you get to Paige and Dante when she opens up to you when she tells you her past, don’t judge her, hold her and after your game in a few days, we’re going out for drinks.”

He hangs up so I can’t protest, and I drop my phone on the kitchen counter.

I know we have to talk. I know I can’t keep dodging home, and that will happen, I’ll do as he wants and we’ll go for a drink, but right now, I have a girl to join before I find a fucker that tried to rape her, and then I’ll demand to know what else has happened that I’m not aware of to my girl.

With a pep in my step, I walk into my room and, follow the sounds of the shower and enter my large bathroom, Paige’s naked body hitting my eyes instantly, her hair down making me want to wrap it in my fist and I smile while removing my boxers then walk over to the marble black walk-in shower.

I climb in, and Paige turns and looks at me, and she smiles wide as I gain on her, and as soon as I’m in front of her, I grab her ass and lift her.

She wraps her legs around my waist, and I blindly find her entrance with my cock, then thrust forward, entering her.

She gasps and wraps her arms around my neck as I press her against the wall, and we lock eyes.

Mine race between hers before I look at her arm, the tattoo just in sight and I look at her again and say, “I know you don’t want to talk about your past, and I’ll honor that, but” she furrows her brows when I pause and I take a deep breath and demand gently, “What I need to know is that the tattoo on your arm isn’t an ex’s name you got while you were high.”