Vivian
Damien was punishing me with the speed. He pushed the speedometer past one-ten even through the late-night traffic.
I had my arms wrapped around his waist, my face pressed against the leather but I could feel his muscles tighten.
He wasn't celebrating the victory. He was seething.
The adrenaline from the card game was starting to fade by this insane speed.
I squeezed his waist, trying to get him to ease off the throttle. He didn't care.
I leaned forward, pressing my mouth close to his ear, shouting over the roar of the wind. "Are you angry?"
His answer was immediate. He shifted gears and twisted the throttle harder.
The bike surged forward with a violent jerk that nearly threw me off the back. The G-force slammed me into him.
Okay. Definitely angry.
"Damien!" I yelled, t
