Page 94 of Little Psycho

He smiles, leaning his upper body over the center console, closing the gap between us.“Show them what you’re made of, Little Psycho.I’ll be right here—by your side—the entire way.”

He finally kisses me, capturing my lips in a gentle, passionate kiss, much different from the needy, desperate usual kisses, and I fucking love it.I love the sweet side of him.I whimper as he pulls away, gliding my tongue across my tingling lips, wanting to desperately savor his taste.

“I’m nowhere near finished with you; don’t worry,” he says.“But right now you need to focus on the race.There’s only one lap, but it’s a long one, and three checkpoints you have to hit before you can race the strip to the finish line.Luckily, those streets don’t have as many curves or tricky areas, so it shouldn’t be too bad.Just focus on the road in front of you; constantly check your rear view and the side mirrors to keep an eye on the other so they don’t try to sneak up on you and run you off the road or even pit you, cus it’s happened before.”He continues dishing out all of the ins and outs of the race, as well as tips, secrets, and everything else he thinks I might need to know.

Glancing quickly and unsuspecting in my rearview to adjust it, I spot Five walking to the front of the line, a half-naked chick hanging off his arm, and as I stare at her, feeling a twang of jealousy pinch my heart, the more familiar she looks, but I can’t fucking place her for the life of me—but Ash sure as fuck does.

“No fucking way,” he gasps, narrowing his eyes at the two of them as they take their places in the middle of the road, just slightly beyond the starting line.

“What is it?”I turn to face him, then turn back to see what he’s looking at, feeling slightly shocked myself.

“That’s fucking Delilah,” he seethes, his lip twitching as anger and rage flood through his veins, getting him all worked up.“That’s the chick that Killian has some off and on thing with.”

As soon as he mentions her name and Killian’s, memories of being in the tunnel spying on them come rushing back to me, and I begin to grow furious.Five isn’t mine; even though we lived together and fucked like animals, he still isn’t mine.

“Why are they together?”I decide to ask, not knowing if I’ll even get an answer.

“She’s a fucking whore, and I bet she’s only hanging all over him because Kill told her to fuck off and has been refusing to see her.”

I reach over to hold Ash’s hand, not paying Five or Delilah anymore attention.Looking over at Ash, I can tell there’s something more to the story behind Delilah; I can see it in his eyes.The look that makes it obvious that he’s keeping the truth buried deep inside.But before I can ask him about it, engines start revving in sync, slightly jolting forward as Five raises his hand in the air, clutching a gun with it pointed toward the pitch-black sky.

I place one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shifter.Keeping my eyes fixed ahead, I breathe calmly, watching as Delilah suddenly drops the flag in her hand and Five fires a single shot into thin air, a rush of fast cars peeling out and speeding past them, me included.

The roar of engines fills my ears, drowning out everything but the adrenaline coursing through my veins.My heart races, each beat echoing the thrill that’s inside me.I shift my focus back to the road, my fingers tightening around the steering wheel.

As we speed through the first straightaway, the landscape becomes a blur of light and shadow, the world outside melting away like the past I’m desperate to escape.

The cold night air rushes through the open windows, mixing with the scent of gasoline.I glance at the speedometer, my pulse quickening as I push the car harder, feeling the tires grip the pavement.I can’t help but shoot a glance at the rearview, where I spot a pair of headlights tailing me closely; it’s Killian, his determined gaze locked on mine, focused and fierce.

I smirk, reveling in the competition.Gritting my teeth, I push the pedal down further, urging Ash’s car into a seamless sync of power and precision.The engine growls, and I accelerate into the first checkpoint marked by a neon-lit intersection.I barely glance at the side streets as we race by; I’ve memorized the route backward and forward, even in the dark, and my mind is a steel trap ready to execute my plan flawlessly.

“Be careful but prepared for anything to happen,” Ash warns, sneaking his hand up my skirt while he keeps an eye on my face.

From the corners of my eyes, I catch the glint of chrome, the taillights of the cars beside me flaring in waning as they attempt to cut me off.Ash’s rules echo in my mind: watch the mirrors; keep an eye out for anything that might try to take you down.

A car on my left veers dangerously close as I maneuver around it, my instincts kicking into high gear.I slam on the breaks for a split second, shifting gears quickly.The car screams in protest, but I roar back, the tires screeching and gripping the asphalt just in time.I gain enough ground to squeeze ahead; a quick glance at Killian shows him still hot on my tail.My gut churns with feelings I refuse to explore.

I power past the second checkpoint, and as I navigate through a narrow turn, my heart leaps as I see Delilah’s smirk through my windshield as she continues to hang all over Five.The way she clings to him, I can feel the heat rise in my veins.I’m not going to let her get to me.Whatever game they’re playing, I refuse to be a pawn in it.

“Calista, stay focused!”Ash yells, reminding me of the present as he rubs the pads of his fingers over my already soaked panties, distracting me in the best way.

Full speed ahead, I lock my gaze forward, concentrating on the road, my knuckles whitening as I grip the wheel tighter.The finish line is within reach, but still, there’s another racer gunning for the front.A shadowy figure blurs past, their car emblazoned with grim insignia—the same one I’ve seen too many times before.My gut twists; it’s not just about winning anymore.

This isn’t just a race; it’s a battle to reclaim my life, a means to confront my past through the very act of defiance that fuels my heartbeat.I grip the wheel with relentless determination.If there’s a chance to confront the shadows, here and now, I will fucking seize it.

“Don’t hold back,” Ash whispers, dipping his fingers beneath the thin band of my thong, sliding them inside of me, and suddenly, I’m engulfed in desire, fury, and determination, plunging deeper into the game.

With a flick of my wrist, I pull the gear shift, feeling the car surge forward as I relinquish the restraints holding me back and relish in the pleasure from Ash’s fingers dipping in and out of my pussy.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” I beg, pushing the car to its limits.

I race ahead, invading the final stretch, weaving through rivals as I approach the last checkpoint.I catch a glimpse of Delilah stumbling in Five’s wake, her world colliding with mine in ways I never expected.She isn’t competing; she’s here for something else.

I tap the brakes hard, swerving to cut off another car as I make my final move toward the finish line.The roar of cheering from the crowd melds into the rhythm of my heartbeat, becoming a hypnotic cadence and a reality I refuse to shy away from.And then, with a surge of fierce intention and Ash still pounding his fingers into me, I blast across the finish line.The engine’s roar and the screech of tires blend into one triumphant symphony.Time stands still, and beneath the sky, we become myths and legends, living through the asphalt.

As I glide to a halt, breathless and exhilarated, I twist in my seat to see Ash’s proud smile—an anchoring presence amidst the chaos.

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