She's mine now
1317 Words
TESSA
I felt a wave of electric current sliding down my spine as he said those words. The crowd was completely silent. He stepped closer, his gaze fixed on me, and shoved Snake from my side.
*He wants a kiss?* I could never imagine myself touching Kyle Maxwell, yet the second his shadow towered over me, I felt a heat climbing to my skin.
Without a word, he wrapped his hand around my wrist and pulled me against his chest, the wall of muscles. “You're in serious trouble, glasses.” He whispered, leading me slowly toward the Iron Reapers like he already owned the night, and me with it.
Maya tore herself free from Snake’s men and hurried after us, breathless and wide-eyed.
As he pinned me against a bike, he moved his lips closer to my ear…” glasses,” his voice sounded manlier than it should. “Tonight, you owe me.” The corner of his lips curled.
“Owe you? Win the race first.”
His tongue dragged slowly across his upper teeth, a little smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes locked onto mine. “Fine,” he said, voice low and teasing. “We’ll talk after the race.”
I held my breath until he finally walked away, my pulse still thrumming beneath my skin. The race was about to start. Engines growled to life around us as every biker pulled on their helmets and leather jackets, the air slightly foggy with smoke, adrenaline, and tension.
Snake and Kyle locked eyes across the track, pure fury crackling between them like a lit match. Then Kyle looked at me.
And just like that, everything else faded.
For a second, his expression softened, dangerously soft. It was the kind of look that made my stomach tighten and my body warm, like he was already imagining what he’d do to me after the race.
“You'll regret this, Kyle!” Snake announced before shutting down the visor of his helmet.
The sound nearly tore the night apart as the bikes raced down the street at impossible speed, tires screeching against asphalt.
The Iron Reapers cut through the other group like a storm unleashed, weaving between bikers with terrifying precision. Snake stayed close behind him, refusing to back down.
“Kyle!”
“Kyle!”
“The Iron Repears!" Girls were screaming from the sidelines.
Sparks flew when one bike scraped the road, and the crowd went feral as Kyle leaned dangerously low around a corner, his body moving with the machine like he owned it.
“Is he crazy?” I gasped, instinctively stepping toward him…But he knew the drill. He was smooth and infuriating calm.
Inhaling a breath, I slowly stepped back.
Snake pushed harder, forcing Kyle toward the edge of the road, but Kyle only accelerated. The growl of his engine thundered through the street as he shot ahead at the last second, leaving Snake and his gang behind.
The second Iron Reapers crossed the finish line, the crowd erupted.
But I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.
Snake flung his helmet against a tree, red with the shame of defeat.
Kyle ripped off his helmet, dark hair messy, chest rising hard beneath his jacket while sweat gleamed along the sharp line of his jaw. His eyes searched the crowd instantly until they landed on me.
And the look he gave me? Heated and victorious. Once again I could hear the silence louder as Kyle approached me.
Everyone was waiting for the kiss.
“Kiss her!”
“Kiss! What are you waiting for!?”
“A hot kiss!” The crowd started a chant.
As he came closer, my feet turned cold . “Kyle…” I stumbled a step back. “You aren't gonna kiss me, right?”
“Why? Are you scared, glasses?”
“This is not funny…” I whispered.
“You aren't backing down, right? I might've lost the race. But the prize is still unclaimed. Either you kiss her or I take her,” Snake laughed, gaslighting the situation.
“Kyle, listen…”
He didn't give me a chance. He wrapped his around my waist and strongly pulled me closer. “The prize is mine, Snake. I'll take it.” The warmth of his breathing brushed my lips.
“You're the last person on earth I want to kiss right now. Step back.” I struggled against his grip, trying to break free.
“Really?” He raised a brow. “Don't tell me you're interested in Snake? Maybe I should ask him if he wants to switch places…”
“No! Stop!” My fingers clutched his jacket. “N-No, please. Not him.”
“What's taking you so long?” The crowd started shouting again. “Kiss her already!”
“If not her, you can kiss me!” The girls were offering themselves willingly. One by one every girl started to shout the same thing.
“Calm down, girls!” Raven spoke. “She’s the lucky one tonight.” He teased me. I was about to fireback when Kyle lifted my chin, keeping my focus entirely on him.
He smiled slowly, like he already knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Before I could even breathe properly, Kyle stepped between my legs and locked them gently between his thighs, pressing me back against the side of the bike. He was close enough for me to feel the warmth of his breath against my lips. Close enough that my heart started beating wildly.
The crowd around us screamed and whistled, engines still roaring in the background, but suddenly none of it reached me anymore. Everything faded into nothing.
It was only Kyle, his piercing blue eyes looking into mine. A slight movement, and his fingers reached for my face, caressing my skin.
I went completely still beneath him, tense in every possible way. I should've been angry but my body was melting.
My hands curled at my sides while his gaze dragged slowly over my face, taking in every shaky breath I tried to hide. Then his thumb traced the outline of my bottom lip.
“Relax,” he muttered softly. “I’m doing you a favor, glasses.”
Before I could ask what he meant, his thumb moved and softly slid between our lips. He slightly tilted his head, giving an angle, and it looked like a kiss to the crowd. His hands were moving on my hair, my back, and slowly coming down to my hips.
His thumb pressed lightly against my bottom lip while his face hovered impossibly close to mine, noses almost touching. My breath hitched instantly. Kyle’s eyes never left mine for a second, watching every reaction, every tiny tremble he caused.
Teasing me. Torturing me.
The crowd exploded around us, convinced they were watching something far dirtier than what was actually happening. “I don't touch women without consent, glasses.”
I could barely think.
His thumb slowly dragged against my lipstick before he finally pulled away inch by inch, making my pulse race harder with every second of distance between us.
And then I noticed it…The faint red stain of my lipstick left on his thumb. Kyle glanced at it once before rubbing the lipstick slowly across his own bottom lip with a smug little smirk.
My stomach tightened violently.
Then he turned toward the roaring crowd, flexing that lipstick stain on his bottom lip.
Kyle looked around at the crowd, daring anyone to challenge him. Then his gaze slid back to me. “I’ve tasted her,” his voice rough with warning as he wiped the last trace of my lipstick from his thumb.
“She’s mine now.”
The words sent heat rushing through me instantly. Kyle stepped closer again. “From now on,” he said calmly, “no one touches her.”
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