THE JK (21+)

TWO

As I held onto his waist, the wind whipping through my hair, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and fear. The city lights blurred together as he sped through the deserted streets, his bike roaring like a beast.
I glanced up at his profile, his face set in a fierce concentration. His jawline was sharp, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He looked like a man on a mission, and I wondered what drove him to ride so recklessly.
The bike banked and turned, throwing me off balance. I tightened my grip on his waist, my heart racing. He didn't flinch, his hands steady on the handlebars.

As we rode, the city gave way to a darker, more industrial landscape. Warehouses and factories loomed like giants, their windows like empty eyes staring back at us.

He finally slowed the bike, pulling into a deserted alleyway. He killed the engine, and the sudden silence was almost deafening.

I looked up at him, my heart still racing. "Where are we?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
His gaze locked onto mine, his eyes glinting in the dim light. "Somewhere safe," he said, his voice low and rough. "For now." As he smirked weirdly..

.....

As I stepped off the bike, my eyes scanned the deserted alleyway. The only sound was the distant hum of a city that seemed to be holding its breath. I felt a shiver run down my spine.
His hand on my elbow guided me towards a nondescript door. He produced a key and unlocked it, revealing a dimly lit stairway that descended into darkness.

"Welcome to my private shelter," he said, his voice low and husky.

I hesitated, my heart racing. Something didn't feel right. But his eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if daring me to trust him.

I took a deep breath and followed him down the stairs. The air grew thick with the scent of leather and smoke.

At the bottom, he flicked a switch, illuminating a cozy, luxurious space. Plush couches, a roaring fireplace, and a bar stocked with fine liquor. It was a world away from the desolate alleyway above.

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I want to spend time with you, alone. No distractions, no interruptions. Just us."

I gulped, unsure if I should trust this intimidating, yet captivating stranger. But something about him drew me in, like a moth to a flame.

"What do you plan to do with me?" I asked, trying to sound brave.

His smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. "Oh, I think you'll find out soon enough."

I gulped in fear .. then i noticed he have a gun with him and my eyes widened at that .

He notices my glance at the gun tucked in his waist and grins. "Ah, you spotted my little friend, huh?"

He pats the gun, a hint of danger in his eyes. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I know how to use it. It's just for protection, nothing more."

He sees the fear in my eyes and softens his tone. "Hey, look at me, love."

He gently tilts your chin up to make you look at him. "There's no need to be afraid of me. I'm not going to hurt you, okay?"

I backed away as i just nodded but still unsure..

He smiles, satisfied that he's eased my nerves a bit. "Good girl."

He glances down at my mouth for a moment, his gaze lingering on my lips. "You have such beautiful lips, you know that?"
He reaches out and gently brushes his thumb against my bottom lip. "Such beautiful, soft lips. I bet they feel just as good as they look."