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I climb into the passenger side, and she grins at me. “You better strap in.”

“I still can’t tell if you’re joking or not. Did you really race before?” I ask, clicking the safety belt in place.

“You’re about to find out. The track runs around the island, apparently it’s got amazing twists and turns.”

She starts the car and the engine growls beneath her like a cat, ready to pounce.

In front of us, a man waves a flag, and the entire street becomes loud with revved-up cars.

He drops the flags, and the wheels spin. Tia slams her car into gear and takes off.

She snaps it into second gear, rounding a sharp corner.

My fingers are wrapped tightly around the handle on the roof of the car above me. My body leans left and right, and Tia drifts effortlessly and expertly around corners, gearing up and down as though she were playing a musical instrument.

I’m in shock.

She’s fucking incredible.

My heart is racing, my eyes are wide, my mouth is hanging open, and Tia is screaming in excitement as we shoot across the finish line in first place.

Not even one of the other drivers stood a chance against her. She crosses the finish line way ahead of them, then, just for show, she lifts the hand brake, spinning the car to a stop facing the other direction.

I let out a sharp breath.

“What the fuck just happened?” I ask, stunned. “That was fucking incredible.”

Tia wiggles in her seat, and someone comes to the window to congratulate her and hand her a bottle of champagne.

She pops the cork straight away and drinks out of the bottle, then hands it to me.

“Let’s get out of here,” I say as the other racers start crossing the finish line.

She pulls away from the track and drives us around the island, still smiling. I reach out and brush my hand over her leg. My adrenaline is pulsing through me like lava. Every fiber of my body is alive and electrified.

“Stop here, on the lookout point,” I say, running my hand up her leg. She bites her lower lip and does as she’s told, parking the car in a secluded parking area.

We’re the only ones here, and that’s exactly what I was hoping for.

Chapter 18 - Tatiana

Parking the car, I can feel Andrei’s heated gaze burning into me. He’s been staring at me like this since we left the race. And it’s driving me crazy. He looks like he wants to devour me, to taste every part of me. His eyes are hungry and exploring my body.

Every cell inside me is rushing with the adrenaline of that race. I forgot how good it felt to win. I forgot how much I love driving. The freedom of it is so enticing, so alluring. I want to do it again. Right now.

The car engine goes quiet as I turn the key, and in the silence that follows, he laughs, low and mischievous. I turn towards him to ask what’s so funny, and he reaches out and wraps his arm around my waist to lift me onto his lap in the passenger seat.

I giggle as he pushes my legs apart so that I’m straddling him.

“What else don’t I know about you, little bunny?” His voice is low as he whispers the words. “What else can you do that you aren’t telling me?”

I rock myself against his cock, which is already rock hard beneath me. I can feel the thickness of it pressing against his pants.

“I think it’s better if you don’t know everything about me, Andrei,” I whisper, trying to sound mysterious as I lean forward to press my lips against his.

He grabs a handful of my hair and stops me from kissing him. He locks me in place and thrusts upward with his hips, making me gasp as his cock pushes against my pussy.

“I will find out eventually, little bunny. You can’t keep secrets from me forever,” he warns me, then tugs me forward and kisses me fiercely.

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