Page 139 of Terror Tuesday
“And I’m not letting them hurt you.”
Her warm breath steadies me, and I press a brief, urgent kiss to her parted lips. Instantly, she grabs my collar and pulls me closer, deepening our desperate connection. Tongues slide against one another’s. I’m taken to another place where we’re safe. Comfortable. And alive together.
I break apart long enough to whisper, “You did that to distract me.”
She giggles low. “I did.”
“It worked. Got a semi now, too.” With one last scan of the forest, I make sure no one’s around, then thread my fingers through hers. “Okay, let’s keep moving.”
The scent of damp earth permeates the chilled night air as we proceed deeper into the thickness of the trees.
“Ouch!” Olivia’s hair catches on a branch. Carefully, I untangle it without dislodging her tiara.
“We’re almost there…”
“Who are we meeting? My brother?”
“No… One of mine.”
The football stadium is dark, with only a few streetlamps casting a dim glow over the parking lot. I carefully help Olivia down the ravine onto the pavement, and we immediately spot what I hoped would be there. It’s more than just a car?—
A sleek, black McLaren 720S gleams beneath the lights, engine purring like a caged beast.
As we stroll up to it, a cloud of smoke emerges as Lex Lynx steps out with a blunt stuck between his teeth and his Glock in his hand. He waves me into the driver’s seat while giving Olivia a lecherous smirk.
“You sure you don’t want me to drive you, boss?”
“Nope. Not tonight,” I say firmly.
Olivia slides quickly into the passenger seat, clutching the shredded remains of her gown, while I slip behind the wheel and slam the door shut. Lex backs up with a nod, smoke curling from his amused grin.
“Hold tight, baby,” I warn her, flicking the paddle shifter with two fingers. The motor revs viciously, just as a squeal of tires behind us cuts through the cabin as the enforcer’s SUV roars into the lot.
“Shit, they’re here,” Olivia gasps and twists anxiously in her seat.
“I’ve got us,” I promise, hitting the gas. Tires squeal against the asphalt, throwing us forward as we launch onto the main road. Headlights flash in my mirror, the SUV rapidly gaining. I toss my lion’s mask into the back so I can see. Her eyes gleam in the moonlight, thrilled by the danger as adrenaline spikes between us.
Swerving expertly through the campus streets, I narrowly avoid parked cars and late-night pedestrians, who shout and jump out of the way. Olivia grips my thigh tightly, breathless laughter mixing with her fear.
“Valen,” she pants. “This is fucking insane...”
I can’t look at her, can’t ease the sharp curve we’re taking, but the wild thrill in her voice tells me she’s not begging me to stop.
“I’m scared,” she admits, then adds in a breathless rush, “but you’re driving like you gotthis.”
Adrenaline spiking, a grin cuts across my face. My cock twitches, excited from the sound of her surrender and the sweet way she’s encouraging me. I downshift cleanly and take the next corner harder. It’s just like in my games…only real this time.
“I’ll get us there in one piece,” I growl. “Then tear you apart.”
We speed toward the outskirts, the city’s bright lights fading behind us as trees begin to blur past. I cut abruptly down a narrow road, kicking up dust. The SUV struggles behind, losing distance with every twist and turn. My heart pounds as my Monarch shifts toward me, her hand moving upward from my thigh.
“Olivia, what—” I start, but my words evaporate when her delicate fingers tug open my belt and zipper.
“Keep driving,” she murmurs, her voice husky and daring as she delves toward the flap of my boxer briefs.
Her palm is soft, but her grip is assertive—just enough to make me groan. My hips twitch instinctively as she strokes once, then again, languid and slow. Every movement tests me. The heel of her hand brushes the head of my cock on the upstroke, spreading the heat, teasing the edge.
“Fuck,” I breathe, jaw clenching, foot still pressed to the gas. I take the next turn too sharp, tires squealing against asphalt.
