Page 73 of Wicked Empire (Knight's Ridge Empire 3)

“You wanna try me, Sebastian?”

She starts the engine and pushes her foot on the accelerator, making the beast purr.

“No, not really,” I admit, aware that she bloody well would leave me standing right here.

I know better than to challenge my Hellion to anything.

Rushing around the car, I just reach for the handle when the locks click.

“Stella,” I warn as she grins at me from the inside.

The engine rumbles again and the car pulls forward just slightly.

“Hellion.”

She can’t hold her laughter and throws her head back in amusement as she does it again.

After a couple of minutes, she relents and releases the locks.

“You’re not coming again tonight,” I grumble as I fall into the seat.

“And you are?” she shoots back.

“Too fucking right.”

With her laughter still filling the car, she peels out of the parking lot, relying on me directing her back into the city.

We stop at a red light. The roads are pretty quiet seeing as it’s the middle of the night, but a bike pulls up beside us.

I glance up just in time to see him look in at Stella.

He shakes his head as if he’s pushing aside the idea of a drag race through the city due to the fact that the driver is female.

“He’s underestimating you, baby.”

“Yeah,” she says, sitting up a little straighter. “I got that.”

“You’re not gonna let him get away with it, are you?”

“Do you know me at all, Sebastian?” Like always, shivers race down my spine at the sound of my name on her lips.

She glances over and holds the driver’s eyes for a beat—not that she can see them through his dark visor.

Before I’ve even realised the lights are about to change, Stella floors the accelerator and we fly forward right as the amber glows.

We leave the bike in our dust and I holler in excitement, my cock hardening as I’m once again reminded of what a bad-arse my girl is.

“Fuck, yeah, Hellion. That was insane.”

“He doesn’t agree,” she mutters, looking in the mirror.

I glance over to see him quickly catching up.

“Pretty sure that Ducati rides like the fucking wind, baby,” I say, squinting and trying to make out exactly what he’s riding. But I’m not exactly sober, as she pointed out not so long ago.

“I’ve got this.”

This time when the lights change, the biker is on to her and they take off at the same time, fast enough that the next few sets of lights are still on green.