Vixen - a dark romance story

Chapter 39

Christopher Bang/ Bang Chan

The stars outside and the passing streetlights painted the car in shadows and light. The drive was silent, save for the sound of the engine and the hum of the tires breaking the stillness of the night.

Christopher could feel the soft tremors in Ray's hand, the subtle signs that she was still reeling from earlier. He squeezed her hand gently and continued tracing small, soothing circles on her soft skin.

"When did you buy this car ?"

He glanced over at her, a small smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He knew what she was doing; trying to fill the silence, and distract herself from her thoughts.

"Not too long ago," he replied. "Why, you like it?"

She drawled, "I just happen to have the same model in red, must be a coincidence."

"Must be one hell of a coincidence."

"You must've been really miserable to buy my favorite car brand."

Christopher laughed, a soft, warm sound that echoed in the confines of the car. He then brought her hand to his lips, and kissed her knuckles before resting their joint hands back on her thigh.

"Yeah, that's exactly it."

He squeezed her hand once more, his gaze flickering to her for a moment before returning to the road. "Not like I just really like this model and wanted one of my own or anything."

She shook her head, "Liar, you've always been a Mc Laren guy."

He smiled at that, a hint of recognition in his eyes. He couldn't deny it; she knew him too well.

"Caught me there," he admitted, "Maybe I was thinking of you when I was looking for a new addition to my collection."

He could see her roll her eyes in his peripheral vision, but the crinkles at the corner of her eyes betrayed her amusement. That subtle expression sent a jolt of satisfaction through him, a silent victory in their banter.

Christopher pressed the gas pedal, and the vehicle roared to life with a deep, powerful hum. City lights streaked by in a colorful blur as the car glided effortlessly through the darkness.

"Admit that you like the idea of us having matching cars."

She gave him the stink eye, "Delusional much ?"

He chuckled, not at all insulted by her brush-off. Honestly, he found it charming. Her no-nonsense, feisty attitude was one of the things he secretly found most attractive about her. It kept him on his toes.

"Oh absolutely. But only for you," He shot her a sidelong glance as he slowed the car down for a red light.

He could see the way her eyes flicked to him, the soft glow of the streetlights illuminating the faint flutter of her lashes, the subtle curve of her lips. She was fighting a smile, he could tell.

"You didn't switch back to blonde."

Christopher wasn't surprised by the sudden change of subject; this was typically Ray.

"I haven't had the time," he answered truthfully. "With everything going on, changing my hair color wasn't exactly at the top of my list of priorities. And it won't matter now that we got what we wanted from the Syndicate."

He felt her hand turn in his grip for a moment, her fingers gently tracing over the callouses and scars on his skin.
Inadvertently, his thoughts drifted back to earlier in the night. The memories of her body arched against him, her breathy moans in his ear, her lips on his.