Full Throttle

Full Throttle

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F1 Inspired Book Series: Lights Out Ruthless. Most common word to describe the biggest star of Formula One, along many others - arrogant son of a bitch -, Dominic Blythe. His career takes a sudden turn when he decides to change teams with the end of 2024 season. What should've been the peak became the beginning of a spectacular downfall. Fucking idiot. Present words to describe Dominic Blythe now, mid 2025 season, driving for Mercedes after building winning three world championships in a Ferrari. It didn't help that his teammate was a fresh starter, a rookie that finished second in Formula Two. If you asked him, that was the real idiot of the team. Not like Dominic was doing any better than he was. But at least, he didn't have a pain in the ass as a girlfriend, who made it her goal to protect her younger boyfriend every time she came to one of the races. How was he supposed to survive another three years with his stupid rookie teammate, and his annoying and stupidly hot girlfriend? It would be a struggle. But Dominic Blythe would never back down from a challenge. On the track or off it. Especially when it involves a blonde with a big mouth and zero respect for personal space.
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"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

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