Page 119 of Scarred Angel

“Come for me, baby,” I rasp, kissing the edge of her jaw. "Right here, right now. Let him hear who you belong to now and always."

She breaks with a cry, hips jerking as she comes hard around my hand, riding out the aftershocks.

I hold her through it. One hand on her throat, the other still deep inside her. My own breath is heavy, my cock hard and throbbing beneath her.

When she finally slumps against me, trembling, I press my lips to her ear.

“That’s my good girl,” I whisper against her cheek. "But I need to be inside you now.”

I pull my fingers from her, dragging them up her thigh, letting her feel how soaked she is. Her hips lift instinctively, already searching for me.

“Look at him,” I urge again, squeezing her hips, guiding her down. “He’s looking this way…knows you’re in here with me.” My cock lines her entrance. “Let’s give him something to see.”

Valentina braces herself against the console and passenger door as she lowers herself. The moment I sink into her, a low growl rumbles from my chest, and her head falls back, lips parted as a broken whimper slips free.

“That’s it,” I breathe. “You can take it."

She does—every inch until she can't...until she’s stretched tight around my cock.

“Now ride,” I whisper, kissing her jaw again, slower this time.

Her palms brace on the dash and she starts to move, slow at first, rolling her hips, grinding down on me until the whole car rocks with her. I tighten my hand around her throat from behind, tilting her head back onto my shoulder.

“Faster.”

She obeys, lifting and dropping onto my cock.

“Look at you,” I rasp in her ear, squeezing her throat just enough to make her breath hitch. My other hand drags down her torso, over her stomach, sinking between her legs to circle her clit in messy, desperate strokes.

“Fuck—feel how greedy you are? Taking me so deep.”

Her fingers slip on the dash when I thrust harder.

“Fuck him. He doesn’t matter,” I murmur against her neck, biting lightly. “Say it.”

“F-fuck him,” she gasps, her voice caught on a moan. “He doesn’t matter.”

“That’s my girl.”

My grip tightens around her waist as I fuck up into her, hard enough that her breath breaks, hard enough that the whole damn car shifts beneath us. And then, low against her ear, I give her exactly what she needs.

“You’re going to smoke that bastard,” I growl, thrusting deep, “and when you cross that finish line, you’ll take me with you, Kolibri. Dripping down your thighs the way you were always meant to be.”

Her entire body clenches, a strangled sound tearing from her throat. She shudders, falls apart, comes so hard around me she nearly folds forward. But I hold her through it, grinding into her until I lose it too, burying myself in her with a rough groan against her shoulder.

Valentina collapses, breath fogging the window in soft, shallow puffs. I slide my hand from her throat to her jaw, turning her head just enough to kiss the corner of her mouth.

“Fuck him up.”

Forty-Seven

VALENTINA

His eyes burn straight through me. I can feel him watching, staring, seething, from across the lineup. The look on his face when I stepped out of my car, Maksim right behind me, is one I’ll never forget.

I adjusted my pants for good measure, lifted my chin, and kissed the man I love like it might be my last. Maybe he warrants a little violence, because the urge to crack a bat over his head only eased by a sliver. But that shocked look on his face? I’ll take it and savor it any damn day.

I grin and grip the steering wheel as the starting line gets sprayed across the pavement in front of us. A woman with a thick blue braid down her back steps between our cars, raising a bullhorn high above her head. Even now, seconds from launch, his beady eyes are glued to me.