Page 80 of Savage Prince

The engine of the Alfa Romeo roars as I slam the gas pedal down before she has a chance to respond, the lights on the dash blurring as we shoot down the dimly lit road to Milano. Cool air whips in through the slightly open window, mixing with the smell of pure adrenaline.

Sirens wail behind us, and flashing lights are a steady reminder of thecoglioneon our tail. I shoot a quick look at Serena. Under the flickering red and blue, her face is tight with worry. “Hold on,” I shout, gripping the steering wheel even harder.

She nods, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth, and even with the chaos unfolding, that look has a direct link to my cock. Shoving down the completely inappropriate thoughts, I refocus on the road.

The winding highway ahead is just a dark strip with only a few scattered streetlights. I swerve left, barely squeezing past a slower car—their horn blares, lost under the roar of our engine and the chaos behind us. My heart’s hammering, syncing up with every surge of the car as I push it harder.

Up ahead, the highway splits. Go straight, right into the city, or take the right onto a narrower, more winding road around Milano. I make the call in a split second, jerking the wheel to the right. The tires scream, and I’m thrown across the seat as I switch paths. I hazard a quick glance at Serena before I gun the engine again. It’s a riskier road, but the tight lanes might just work for us.

“You okay?”

She nods, clinging to the handle over the window.

Thecarabinieriis stubborn, its lights a constant annoyance in my rearview. Muttering curses, I downshift and the engine growls, finding new life as we tear down the winding road. Trees blur past, turning into a dark swirl overhead.

A sharp curve comes up and I take it way too fast, the car skidding dangerously close to the edge. “Hold on!” I shout again as Serena gasps and grabs the handle above the door, her nails digging in. The police lights lag, then disappear for a second—lost in the curve. It’s now or never.

I take a deep breath and swing into an almost hidden dirt track, covered by overgrown bushes and trees. We plunge into darkness, the car's belly scraping against the rough ground. I kill the headlights, and we roll in silence, the sound of gravel under the tires mixing with our heavy breathing.

“You think they saw us?” Serena whispers a second later.

“We’re about to find out.”

Time stretches out. The sirens fade away, swallowed by the distance and the night. I hold my breath, not daring to believe we’re clear until the heavy feeling lifts and the rearview mirror shows nothing but the dark path behind us.

“We did it,” I hiss, releasing a breath.

Serena stretches across the console and squeezes my hand hard, grounding me. “Surprisingly.” She smirks and the tightness in my chest wanes.

“Let’s wait a few minutes to make sure we’re clear.”

She nods.

“We might have to ditch the car before we reach the city limits. Thatcarabinierilikely called in our plates.”

“Okay.” She rests her head back against the seat and releases a sharp breath. “Now what do we do to kill some time?” Blue eyes sparkle as they regard me, a hint of mischief in that gaze.I know the look, it’s the adrenaline that sparks after the thrill of the chase. It unlocks other base instincts…

As if my cock has come to the same conclusion, I feel myself harden against my zipper. Not now,stronzo. But it’s too late, somehow Serena’s gaze has tracked my traitorous dick. Her eyes sharpen as they trail over the bulge, and her tongue darts out to slide across her bottom lip.

A deep growl vibrates my throat as memories of that tongue on my cock surge to the surface. Her hand stretches across the console again, only this time it isn’t my hand she wants. Her fingers curl around my upper thigh, only inches from my throbbing dick.

“Serena…” I warn. I have zero willpower around this woman, and if her hand gets any closer to my cock, I will lose my fucking mind.

“You still owe me, Toni, and I am not the type of woman you want to owe a favor to.” Her grin lights up those brilliant eyes, and it’s not only my dick throbbing now. My stupid heart bashes against my ribs at the beautiful sight of her.

Her hand closes around my cock, over my jeans, and I let out a hiss. With the adrenaline still pumping through my veins, I don’t even feel the wound in my chest, nor do I consider the consequences of my next words.

“Take off your pants.”

Excitement illuminates her expression, and she shimmies out of her jeans in seconds. Beneath the cover of the trees, she’s blanketed in shadows and still I can make out every sexy curve of her body.

“Now the panties.” Already my voice is rough, ravenous with desire.

She does as she’s told, and I’m honestly shocked.

“Good girl,” I whisper. “Now touch yourself. Are you already wet for me?”

Her head dips on a groan as she runs her finger through her slick heat. “Yes, I’m soaked.”

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