Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
“The standard would do,” Sabastian answered.
Standard for underground racing meant there were no rules at all. Leandro eyed the man in cool assessment. It had been years since he and Sabastian raced against each other, and he hadn’t followed the other man’s progress at all. Back in the day, Leandro had been the more experienced one. Had Sabastian Gabris improved so much that he was able to confidently gamble the girl he was dating on a race?
“If I win this race, I will take her away,” Leandro warned in a hard voice. He didn’t give a damn about doing the honorable thing. If he won the damn race – and he would fucking make sure he did – he was going to take Bobby away.
Bobby stiffened at Leandro’s words, but she couldn’t make herself look at him. Fear enveloped her, fear of what she would do if he did win – and what she wouldn’t be able to do if he indeed took her away. A part of her urged Bobby to just run and not be a part of this, but pride kept her rooted there.
If she ran away, she might as well admit that he still had power over her – power that would only come from the fact that she loved him still, and that was the one thing she would never want to admit.
Sabastian offered his hand. “Rules of engagement understood.”
Leandro shook the other man’s hand.
And the race was on.
Leandro’s bike was big, black, and powerful, with the image of a griffin curling around the entire bike. It was the same griffin that was inked on Leandro’s arm, making it seem as if Leandro and his “beast” were one.
Sabastian’s bike was sleek and white, a speed demon whose elegant appearance belied the sheer power of its custom-designed engine. It had no design at all except for a heart-shaped gem attached to the right panel of his motorcycle’s gas tank.
Sabastian and Leandro had both changed for the race, with Sabastian in white and Leandro in black. As he pulled on his gloves, his eyes searched and found Bobby, who was looking at Sabastian. Again, jealousy flared inside him and before he knew it, he was walking towards her.
A startled gasp escaped Bobby when Leandro was suddenly blocking her view. “What?”
“It’s customary for a biker’s girl to give him a token before a race.”
She said automatically, “I’m not your girl.”
The words hurt, but Leandro had his pride, and though he loved Bobby, he would not allow her to dismiss him just like that. “You could have fooled me, mégaira. The way you kissed me, it was like you had always been my girl.”
Bobby flushed, but she was too honest to deny the truth in his words. “It was a moment of insanity, and it won’t happen again.”
He raised an arrogant brow. “And how will you make sure of that?”
“I’ll keep my lips occupied with—-”
Wrath like no other eclipsed his every thought when he realized what Bobby was about to say. It was one thing to imagine Bobby exchanging kisses with another man, but it was another fucking thing to hear her mention it.
Without warning, Leandro hauled her towards him. “Not while I’m still breathing, you antagonistic shrew,” he snarled just before he slammed his mouth over hers. His kiss was short and hard, his tongue sneaking in to leave a permanent claim on her, and it was over before she could even think of struggling.
The kiss had left Bobby shaking and she hastily wiped her mouth. “Yuck!”
Leandro’s hardened look didn’t soften. “You can say whatever you want, but your body tells me that it still wants me.”
The words hit a chord, and Bobby desperately looked towards Sabastian for help. She saw him already walking towards her, and she nearly expired in relief. She needed Leandro to believe that he was not the only one who made her tremble like that.
One kiss, just one freaking kiss and Leandro already knew how much her body still wanted him. What if another kiss revealed the more terrifying truth? What if Leandro found out that her body wasn’t the only thing that was still his?
When Sabastian reached her side, she didn’t hesitate, drawing him down for a kiss. It was their first kiss, but to Sabastian’s credit, he didn’t reveal his surprise. Instead, he sank his fingers into her hair to draw her head closer and deepen the kiss himself.
Leandro wrenched Bobby away from Sabastian, but Sabastian’s reflexes were just as quick and he easily held on to Bobby’s other arm, preventing her from being completely pulled to Leandro’s side.
“If you kiss her in front of me again, I’ll kill you.”
“If you ever kiss Bobby against her will again, I’ll kill you.” Sabastian’s voice was just as lethally quiet.
There was something off with those words, but Leandro was too furious and jealous to think it through. All he could see right now was Bobby kissing another man. Worse, Bobby had been the one to initiate the kiss, and Leandro could’ve choked at the pain of it.