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CHAPTER 61

LARA

Song- breathe, mxze

Alexei jumps off the couch holding out his hand. “Come with me. I want to show you something.”

Intrigue getting the better of me, I place my palm in his and he helps me up.

I know better than to ask what he’s doing, so I tag along to the garage where he switches on the light.

He grabs a black helmet with a red stripe, and flashes me a smile.

“That new?” I ask.

Excitement dances in his eyes as he nods.

“Yep. Yours.” He holds it out, almost proud of himself.

“You want me to get on the back of that?” I point to his black BMW. Or also known as his baby.

I’ve seen the way he rides, like a maniac, is the best way to describe it.

He steps towards me, holding the gift out in front of him.

“You said you trusted me.” He wiggles his eyebrows in amusement.

“With my life,” I reply. I hold up my finger, so he doesn’t get too excited. “But I’ve seen how you ride that thing.”

As he hovers the helmet over my head, I can feel the weight of it pressing down slightly on my scalp.

“I never have precious cargo on the back. I’d never put you in danger. So, you in?”

My heart flutters, the excitement on his face solidifies my answer. “Yes. No wheelies though.”

He rolls his eyes and secures the strap under my chin.

“Just hold on tight and let your mind be free. When I open her up, the wind crashes against you and all you can hear is the sound of the machine, those nagging voices in here—” He taps on the side of his head. “—they shut up. It’s just you and the road.”

“That sounds peaceful.”

He snaps my visor down and grabs a leather jacket, sliding my arms in before he zips it up.

“It is. And I want you to experience my one calm place. Maybe, it could be our place.”

God my eyes are stinging. He’s adorable. So thoughtful without even realizing it.

I watch him secure his own black helmet. He helps me onto the back of the bike and presses the button to open the garage door. Once he is on, I hold his waist as tight as possible.

“Relax,” he tells me, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.

The roaring engine filled the air, intensifying the blend of nerves and excitement within me. Starting off slowly, he navigates his way from the driveway and merges onto the road, the scent of hot asphalt filling the air.

I’m holding my breath for the first few minutes, but he behaves, staying with the traffic.

I know this man. It won’t be long before he pushes it to the extreme, because that is his calm.

After the next set of lights, he tugs my arms tighter around him. As we jolt off, I squeeze my eyes shut and mentally brace myself for the ride.

The air beats against me. I squeeze him and eventually open my eyes as the world whizzes by me.

He weaves in and out of the cars with skill and finally, I remember what he told me.

Relax. Clear my mind. Focus on the ride.

So I do.

With my helmet resting against his back, the desert stretches out before us as he moves away from the Strip, and the sun begins its descent, painting the sky to my left.

It’s breathtaking.

And he’s right. There are no other distractions. I’m totally in the moment with him.

I don’t know how long we ride until he pulls over on a dirt track.

As he cuts the engine, I cast a quick glance over his shoulder, and am immediately struck by the serene beauty of the sunset unfolding on the horizon.

While he disembarks, I stay seated, expecting him to lend a hand in helping me off, but he doesn’t. Instead, he removes my helmet, gently sliding it off my head and placing it on the gravel beside him.

Brushing out my hair that now feels stuck to my scalp, he flicks up his visor so I can see his eyes.

I know that look.

The feral one that turns me on in all kinds of crazy ways.

“You look gorgeous on my bike. Fuck, the things I was thinking about doing to you, that’s why I had to pull over.”

Moving closer, he places his firm hand on my thigh.

“Oh yeah? Tell me more. Did it involve me bent over the bike and you taking me from behind, wearing your helmet? Cause that would be so hot.”

“Fuck,” he mutters. His eyes squint so I know he’s smiling under there. “Is that what my girl needs? Hmm?” He twirls my hair around his finger.

“I’ll even beg for it if you want,” I tell him, running my tongue along my bottom lip.

“No begging today. Today you’re going to earn your reward like a good girl.”

That makes my pulse race.

The way he’s devouring me with his eyes is driving me wild.

I take a sharp breath as his hand suddenly grabs my neck and forces me to make eye contact.

In a quick motion, he flips his head and drops his visor. “You can see yourself, right?” His voice is muffled, but I can hear him.

“Yes.”

He tightens his grip on my throat, and I squirm in my seat.

“Lay back on the bike and put on a show for me. Come undone and watch yourself fall apart in the reflection. See how beautiful you are. See what I see for once.”

He releases his grip, and I am already breathless and needy for him.

“Can you help?” I make a pouting face while he shakes his head.

“All by yourself, pchelka. I’m just here to watch you come for me.” His hands trail down my sides and he stops at the button on my pants.

“I’ll help you take these off, how's that?” There’s amusement in his tone. He’s loving this as much as me.

Looking around, not a single car has driven past. We’re off track enough to not be seen. Honestly, I don’t care. I just want to earn my reward.

Carefully maneuvering my body, I position myself over the gas tank, surrendering to his touch as he gently removes my jeans and panties. The warm air kisses my skin as Alexei mounts the bike on the opposite side, my heels finding a comfortable resting place on his thigh.

His fingers dig into my calf and he massages his thumbs in circles.

Resting my head back, I take a breath and trail my nails down my body and let them travel south to my pussy. Slowly sliding my index finger along my slit, I let out a little gasp at how wet I am.

“Eyes don’t leave the visor, baby. You be a good girl and do that for me, and I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

I snap my head up and catch a glimpse of my reflection in his dark mirrored visor. I can see everything and it’s hot. I just wish I could see his eyes to know what this does to him.

Working in small circular motions on my clit, I move my other hand down and tease my entrance, putting on a show for him. Spreading my thighs further apart, he holds my ankles to secure me.

My mouth falls open as I slide in a finger. The rush of doing this here makes every feeling more intense.

“Shit,” I hiss, keeping my eyes on him.

“One more, Lara. I know how much you like feeling full. Just imagine how good it will be when I spread your ass apart and sink inside you. Inch. By. Inch. And once I’m all the way in, I’ll twist your hair around my fist and pull your head back as I slowly pull almost all the way out. You’ll be panting, almost aching for more. Begging me to hit it harder. And when you’re trembling against me, that’s when I’ll thrust so deep, you won’t be able to stop the screams. And I won’t stop, baby, until I take what’s mine and give me everything you have. Now that’s my good fucking girl. See how wet you are? Look.”

Holy fucking shit. His words almost make me come on the spot. I add the second finger and my juices drip down my hand. I’ve never felt myself this wet. Ever.

“Alexei,” I plead with him.

“I know you can take more. I know your body better than you do. Trust me. One more.”

I suck in a breath before adding the third finger. This time, his hand covers mine that’s working my clit and he takes control of my motions, speeding it up.

Seeing both of our hands, my legs shaking, the blush spreading up my throat, all in the reflection. My hair falling over my shoulder. Lust in my eyes. He’s right, I look hot like this.

“I-I can’t take anymore.” I struggle to get my words out.

My body is trembling. It feels so good. I up the pace of my hand. Hearing how wet I am for him is driving me crazy. I bet it’s driving him crazy, too.

As he leans in, I can feel the hard metal of the bike against my back, and his body pressing me tightly.

“You’ve been so good for me, Lara. I’m proud of you.” He strokes along my cheek before his fingers lace around my throat. My pulse races against his palm.

“Please let me come,” I whisper.

“Come as hard as you need, but watch every second.”

I lock on the visor as his finger finds my clit, and he pinches. I scream out. The second my eyes close, his hand tightens and I open them back up.

And I watch myself fall apart for him.

One of the most empowering moments of my life.