Queen Kryztalline

Chapter 1

Blasting music, cheers of the people, and tires skidding against the road's surface fill the place. Chaos but free.

People eyed the cars on the track for the final lap. Hearts beating, adrenaline spiking, and hands gripping. For the last 7 seconds, with the final curve, the red car drifted first, followed by the blue car leaving the other racers behind.

Boos and yays filled the opposite sides as the blue car tied with for the first place not noticing the subtle change on the red's speed. Focusing in one goal, to win the bet.

Or so they thought.

The red car's window rolled down, slowly placing an arm on the window, then flipping off the other driver. Cocky and rude you might say. A tug on the driver's lip is pulled as the car revved, finishing with a win.

Too damn easy.

"Thank you for the win, Ly." A gentleman commented while waving a wad of cash in his hand and three other money cases sprawled on the table.

The other smiled and responded, "Don't forget I'll have 15% of that."

"Already deposited on your account, babe."

"Then, nice doing business with you." Humouring the other guy before walking across the VIP lounge to reach the quarters.

After entering the designated room, Ly pulled the jacket's zipper down, removing the sleeves off and letting it pool on the hips. Running fingers through the tangled hair, a firm hand snaked to her waist, while the other presses on her neck flushing her against his chest, "You look so beautiful wearing my label."

She scoffed, "You mean the label named after me because you're too obsessed?" meeting the man's blue eyes filled with amusement and lust.

"Obsessed? Yeah, I can take that -glancing over her lips- I can also take a thank you for that." 

"Oh please, shouldn't I get a congratulatory gift instead?" Without waiting for his response, she pulled over his nape to bring his lips to hers. Tasting some sweetness mixed with whiskey, no doubt he went here after drinking with some business associates.

His hand ran down her thighs, giving gentle squeezes while the other remained on her neck.
He tugged on her lower lip, asking for permission that she allowed. Sweeping his tongue in her, he groaned, tasting that sweetness he craved. Ahh fuck.

He pushed her over the vanity, flipping her over, her back facing the mirror and front pressed on him. He slides his hand over her loose hair, wrapping and tugging at it making her moan when their lips parted away but not too long to miss each other's warmth. Using his legs, he parted hers to give way to his thigh, and immediately pressed on her upon welcoming, sending waves of arousal to her core due to the friction.

He crashed his lips unto her again making it rougher this time. She chuckled, "Relax, I ain't going anywhere," she spoke against his lips. He moves to lick, suck and nip on her neck down to her shoulder leaving wet trail of kisses behind.

A moan escaped her lips as she let loose on his thigh and started moving herself on him. Grinding. Sliding. More. Biting his lip, he gripped her hips to guide her movement feeling the dampness seeping to her suit to his slacks. Fuck, I want her.

Leaning down on her ear, he breathes heavily. With his raspy voice, he whispered, "Will you be satisfied with that baby girl?" His voice sent shivers down her spine, directing heat to her core

Putting her hands on his shoulders for support, she moved faster, pushing herself more on his thigh, getting the friction she wanted but never enough.

Fuck, she's too immersed in it.