God Of Desire

Racing hearts

Anastasia :

The moment the final bell rang, I didn’t waste any time. Skipping out with Aaron at my side, we weaved our way through the back hallways of the school, avoiding prying eyes. The adrenaline from breaking the rules buzzed under my skin, and even though I told myself I shouldn’t get involved with these guys, here I was... leaving the safety of school to go God-knows-where with them.

“Thought you’d back out,” Aaron said with a smirk, his tone half-teasing, half-challenging as we slipped out the side door.

I rolled my eyes. “Please, it’s not even in my vocabulary.”

When we reached the back lot, the SUV was already parked...sleek, black, and intimidating. The kind of car that screamed power. Gunner leaned against the driver’s side, arms crossed, eyes flickering with amusement when he saw me approach.

“Didn’t expect you to come, Princesse,” Gunner drawled, his voice low and teasing.

I smirked, flicking my gaze toward him. “Why would I refuse?” I arched a brow, my voice dripping with sass. “Afraid I might show you boys up?”

Gunner chuckled, shaking his head as Aaron opened the door for me. I glanced into the SUV, spotting Ivarsen lounging in the back seat with that devilish grin of his, clearly saving the seat next to him.

But before I could even take a step, Madden’s hand shot out, wrapping around my wrist with a grip that was firm yet controlled, like he had all the time in the world. He didn't even bother glancing at me, his other hand lazily tossing his cigarette out the window before pulling me into the seat beside him. It was smooth, effortless—like he had decided where I was sitting the second I stepped out of the building.

The tension in the air crackled as I sank into the leather seat, my wrist still tingling from the brief contact. I should’ve pulled away, said something sarcastic to break whatever this was between us. But the second I sat down next to him, it felt like the air around me grew heavier, thick with something I couldn’t name.

Madden didn’t say a word, his eyes focused ahead, but there was a quiet intensity to him that made my skin prickle. It was like he didn’t need to look at me to make me feel like he was all I could think about. Every breath I took was suddenly noticeable, and I hated that he had this effect on me—like he’d invaded my space without even trying.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ivarsen smirk, clearly amused by Madden’s move. Gunner, on the other hand, was silent, but I could feel his glance flicker between us as if he was sizing up the situation. Aaron, sitting across from us, just raised an eyebrow as if saying, Here we go.

But it didn’t matter. None of their reactions did. My focus was entirely on the man beside me. Madden’s presence dominated the space, and I hated how aware I was of every inch between us. I crossed my legs, determined to look unaffected, but my heart was beating faster than I’d like to admit.

“Looks like you’re out of luck, Ivarsen,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though Madden’s presence made the air feel heavier. I slid into the seat next to him, our bodies close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off his skin. Not that I was about to admit how much it affected me.

Ivarsen let out a dramatic sigh, playing up his disappointment. “Guess I’ll just have to live with that,” he teased, though I could see the gleam in his eye. He loved the game we were playing, but Madden? Madden played on a whole different level. The others? They threw challenges, flirted with trouble, but Madden... he was the trouble.

And me? I was up for it. Every hit, every twist in the tension between us I'd match it. I wasn’t about to back down, not when the stakes were this high. I loved playing dangerous. The fire, the risk... I thrived on it. Maybe getting involved with these Horsemen wasn’t as bad as I thought. Maybe, just maybe, it was exactly what I needed.