An Aphrodisiac

An Aphrodisiac

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Chase is on a mission, a mission to take a revenge for what happened years ago, the so called accident that let his world on fire. And now with all that fire held firmly in his heart, he chose to attack. The catch is he might burn himself in it too Anastasia, a siren who moves as if to lure souls in is obsessed with her dark haired neighbour who seems not so interested. "it will change soon, he is mine" ⁠✧⁠*•.♡.•*⁠✧ His gaze darkens as if it wasn't already almost black whilst taking in my barely there outfit. "Strip Sia" Finally "What are u doing in room?" I whisper Another second and his hand was around my neck. A firm grip. He leaned in just above my sweet spot and spoke with so much depth, three words. Three words that's all it took to set me on fire "I said strip"
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She steps around me, hips swaying like a predator's, her helmet fixed forward but her voice stalking me like a shadow. Slowly, deliberately, she slides one gloved hand down the metal tab of her fireproof suit. Her fingers curl around the zipper by her throat. With a tug, it dips lower over her chest. Not just a few inches, no, all the way. The neckline plunges into shadow, nothing hiding the fact that she's crossed the line from race-ready to reckless. From fierce to fucking dangerous. I lean in, my other hand rising. I press my fingers to the collar of her suit. Right at the edge where the zipper ends. Her breath catches, and even through the helmet, I hear it. "You wanna flirt, fine," I say. "But if you're going to look death in the eye and laugh, you better be ready for someone to call your bluff." I drag the zipper back up. "Maybe I want someone to call it," She says silkily. I don't let go of her wrist. Instead, I lean just a little closer, my voice barely a thread. "Then stop hiding behind helmets." -------------------------------------------- Even through the thick smoke, the helmet, through the roar of the engines- he sees her. Not 𝙀𝙡𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚, the composed girl with the gentle eyes and kind smile. 𝙑𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙮. The ghost who races like a warning, the myth with steel in her veins. The one who's been haunting the streets and humiliating his crew, one win at a time. And he's obsessed.

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