I take a step back, glancing toward the fire escape. But what’s the point? There’s nothing up there for me now. He’s taken everything—even Graham.
He’s forcing my hand.
“I’m not getting on that,” I say with a huff.
He picks up a helmet I hadn’t noticed, gently brushes my hair back, and slides it over my head. He follows this by placing a leather jacket over my shoulders, encouraging me to place my arms inside. Then, turning away, he removes his mask and replaces it with his own helmet.
“Get your sexy ass on my bike, Emily.”
The voiceinsidethe helmet makes me shriek.
A low chuckle follows. “There are mics in them.”
“Thanks for the warning,” I mutter.
He revs the engine.
I could still call the police.
Tell them everything—about Tom, the finger, the break-in, the theft.
But…
I’m curious.
So fucking curious.
Tentatively, I climb on behind him, my body stiff and uncertain.
He reaches behind and pulls me flush against his back.
“Wrap your arms around me, Angel.”
I hesitate.
A deep, impatient growl vibrates through my helmet.
I wrap my arms around him awkwardly. He tightens them, securing me to him.
“Lean into the bends. Don’t let go.”
Then we’re off.
The bike roars beneath us, the engine’s vibration rumbling through my core. That, combined with the heat of his body against mine, has my underwear embarrassingly soaked withinseconds.
Streets race past us as we navigate the London roads, the landscape blurring with the speed.
My grip on his waist tightens, my heart thumping wildly.
Despite the fear, despite the anxiety, I feel… free. It’s exhilarating—feeling the wind rustling my clothes, the evening sun on my skin, a kaleidoscope of colours blurring past as we plummet towards the unknown. This terrifying, beautiful descent is everything I've ever craved.
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Crazy For Her
Emily's Search History: Legal definition of kidnapping
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