Page 129 of Deadly Wrath

“Ready.” I slide my arms around his waist, holding on tight.

The engine rumbles beneath me, the vibrations shooting straight through my body, and suddenly, I’mveryaware of how short this dress is. My thighs are bare against the seat, and the wind whipping around us doesn’t help. My cheeks heat, but I push the thought away as we take off, the road stretching endlessly ahead.

My arms stay wrapped around him, but a wicked thought creeps in after a few minutes.

I might be pushing my luck but screw it.

Biting my lip, I let my hands wander lower, my fingers trailing down his stomach. Whoops, I brush against something already hard.

“Oops! Sorry, my hand slipped.” I fight back a smirk, playing the innocent card like I don’t know exactly what I’m doing. My hands slide back to his stomach, resting there like I’ve learned my lesson.

For all of two seconds.

Then, just because I can, my fingers trail lower again, barely brushing over him.

Alessio tenses instantly. “Seriously, Liv?” His voice is rough, but there’s no missing the thrill in it.

I smirk against his back. “What? It’s not my fault you’re—” I pause, squeezing my thighs against him. “—so distracting.”

His hands tighten on the handlebars, and I can feel the frustration rolling off him. “You’re going to get us killed.”

I let out a soft hum, resting my head against his shoulder. “Not if you focus.”

The wind rushes around us, the bike humming beneath me, and God, this is fucking exhilarating. There is nothing but an open road, astretch of trees to our left, and a massive lake to the right. No city noise, no cars or people—justus.

And I don’t think I’ve ever felt more alive.

“Pull over,” I demand.

Alessio glances back at me, over his shoulder, already knowing I’m up to something. He doesn’t argue and takes the next turn onto a quiet stretch of road, slowing as he pulls onto the shoulder.

The second we come to a stop, I slide off the bike, smoothing my dress, my heels clicking against the pavement as I move in front of him.

His eyes narrow. “What the hell are you doing?”

I smirk, gripping his shoulders and swinging my leg over the seat, but I’m facing him this time.

His brows shoot up. “Seriously?”

I shrug, playing it innocent. “Drive.”

He exhales, muttering something under his breath that I don’t quite catch before shifting the bike into gear and rolling us forward at a slow ass crawl. He’s about two seconds from losing the battle with himself.

“You’re going to be the death of me,Sirena.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck that peek from under his helmet. “See? Perfectly safe.”

He doesn’t answer, but I feel the way his arm tightens on my waist, the other has a death grip on the handlebars. He already knows I’m about to push every damn button he has… so I do.

My fingers teasingly trail down his chest before dipping lower.

“Liv.” He warns, but I ignore it.

“Eyes on the road, Warden.”

Before he can stop me, I unzip his pants and wrap my fingers around him.

His groan is pure sin, and his grip on my thigh is almost punishing.

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