Dino
Sirens wail as we tear through a set of lights. Razor shoots off to the right, leaving the cops right on my fucking tail.
“Fuck, he’s led the cops straight to us,” I mutter as red and blue lights flash in my review view mirror.
“Can you lose them?” Viola asks.
I give her an incredulous look. “Can I lose them…you have no faith.” I shift gear and turn sharply down a side street which is barely wide enough for Jude’s beloved car. There’s a scraping of metal as we hit the sides. Viola braces herself against the door, and we plough out the other end, joining the slip-stream of two-way traffic. Seconds later, we’re back on the race route right behind Razor’s souped-up ride. The cops are nowhere to be seen.
“You said you wouldn’t lose,” Viola says, still not fucking impressed.
“Who said anything about fucking losing?” I say, acidly. Switching gears again, I pull in and out of the commuters racing to get home until I’m able to overtake on a single lane. Razor’s face as we pass by next to him is fucking priceless.
It’s a straight win after that.
We race and beat the fucker two more times before Razor demands we join him at his infamous New Year’s race party.
“We’ll be there,” I say. “Just remember we have a deal.”
He smirks. “Just remember to bring her.” He juts his chin at Viola, eye fucking her as we drive away.
“How do you know he’ll stick to his word?” Viola says after a few moments of silence.
“Razor’s an alright guy when he’s not being a prick. We were in kindergarten together.”
“Kind of an oxymoron.” She rolls her eyes. “So it doesn’t have anything to do with your brother, Kristian?”
I hesitate, not really wanting to answer that.
As I pull into the parking garage at the house and turn off the engine, I answer her. “That also may have something to do with it. Like I said, I am my family.”
“I’ve heard about your brother. I doubt you’re anything like him.” She looks at me, lips slightly parted. I want to fuck her in Jude’s car, knowing how much it would piss him off.
Fuck it.I lean over the gear stick, pulling her to me. Her breathing hitches as I kiss her, biting her lower lip until she mewls in pain and then pleasure.
“I meant what I said earlier,” I say, breaking away.
Viola shoots me a feral look. “What’s that?”
“You should be fucking all of us.”
“Is that so?” Her mouth is red, her hair wild. She looks devastating. My cock pulses, aching to slip into between her soft thighs.
“You want this, don’t lie,” I say, sliding a hand under the school skirt she’s wearing, idly stroking her. She’s already absolutely soaking wet for me.
“Just shut hell up and fuck me, Sinner” she commands, pushing me back into my seat to sit astride me. She rubs herself, kissing me deeply. Her lips are soft but her nails are fucking lethal as she claws at my neck and then shirt, dragging it open. Her hands are in my hair, snatching at it. Then she’s scratching the hell out of my chest and back.
When she goes for the knife fastened to her thigh, I’m ready for it. I grab her wrist. “Are you going to cut me again?”
Her lips curl into a smile as she grinds her hips over my groin, making me groan. “Only if you’re a terrible fuck.”
If that’s what she needs to make herself feel safe, she can slice me up all she wants. I move my hand away and she frees the blade she thinks she needs. The metal is warm since she’s been wearing it close. She teases it over my skin. Occasionally, she nicks me, the sting of it sharpening all of my fucking senses. I suck air between my teeth as blood, my blood, drips over my chest, and down my bare stomach.
Her eyes glaze over as she bites her lower lip. The sight of me covered in blood is turning her on. It makes my heart wrench. My fists clench at my sides. I want to reach for her. I want to prise the knife from her hands and hold her. Fucking show her that it doesn’t have to be like this.
But if it’s what she needs…
She moves the knife to my side. I let her bury the tip in, hissing. Sharp tendrils of pain follow. I grip the leather, letting her do whatever damage she wants.