Racer Danger

Racer Danger

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Speed Savage. Weird name right? Well my dad didn't think so eighteen years ago when he gave it to me. He knew the name was destined for speed. So he built a track, turned me into a racer. The best. And then it happened. The midnight shadow. And mother wanted me to leave it all behind. I couldn't. I was still Speed, and I'll always keep on racing. From everything. Even love. ❎♠❎♠❎♠❎♠❎♠ "I think the wheel's had enough shortcake." My head shot up and my eyes looked at him. "Leave," I tell him. I couldn't deal with anything else tonight. I wanted to be alone. "Great offer but I'm gonna say no," he opened the car door and pulled me out. He pressed his body against mine. "You need to leave..." "And leave my damsel in distress, I'm the fucking prince charming, no can do princess," he winked at me. I stared at him for a second before laughing sarcastically. "Prince charming? Sorry don't need one," I snapped at him. "Let me rephrase that, I'm the prince of hell and you are my fucking princess," he said his head on my neck making me lose focus. My heart rate increased as he pressed a kiss on my neck. "Phoenix," I moaned out. Damn it. I clenched my fists. "You need to leave." He didn't listen to me. His teeth bit the skin on my neck as his tongue swirled around it. An involuntary moan left my lips as my eyes closed. Why does this feel so damn good. I thought. I couldn't, it wasn't me. "God you taste good," he moaned against my skin. He looked up at me his eyes dark with want, desire, passion. It made me scared of what he'd do to me. His lips landed on mine in a rough demanding kiss. I tried to tear myself away from him but he pressed himself against me. His hand in my hair and the other around my waist. Phoenix yanked my hair and another moan left and he darted his tongue into my mouth. Blissful pleasure hit home and I fell into the kiss. Giving him back what he was asking for. "Never forget it shortcake. Never forget what I do to your body."
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"What are you thinking about mia cara" he asks me causing my thoughts to drift back to me kissing his jawline. "N-nothing" I stutter cursing myself at how breathy I sounded even to my own ears. I watch his mouth curl up into his trademark smirk quickly glancing over with an eyebrow raised. "Didn't seem like nothing when you were eye raping the side of my face mia cara" he responds almost mockingly trying to rile me up. Feeling bold and teasing, I open my mouth to share my thoughts. "Well if you must know, I was thinking about leaning over and placing a trail of feathery kisses along your jawline" I say nonchalantly pretending to examine my finger nails. I hear him suck in a breath and cursing before I feel him pullover on the side of the rode. "That's it" he whispers huskily turning off the engine and reaching his arm over to lift me off my seat. He places me on his lap and I shift around trying to get comfortable but I can tell my movements weren't helping. "God damn it mia cara, you're gonna be the death of me" he whispers, his Italian accent coming out as he smashed his lips on mine. The kiss was nothing but aggressive, our hunger and need for each other evident. His hands grip my hair and pull my head back slightly to give him better access to my mouth. I break away to catch my breath while I begin peppering kisses on his jawline grasping his hair and tugging his head back to get more access. I easily elicit a growl from him and I teasingly bite his neck slightly before pulling away completely. I attempt to get off his lap and back into my seat but his iron grip keeps me still. "Mia cara, will you be mine" he asks huskily, his face expressing his nervousness as well as hope. I smile from ear to ear before giving him a sweet peck. "Of course you idiot" I say smiling for ear to ear.

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