"𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨" 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐩 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞.
Every nerve in my body tingled with anticipation, and i found myself surrendering to the intense sensations cou...
He guided me to a an exclusive stand, our seats offering a perfect view of the racetrack.
As I was watching the fascinating cars speed on the gravel, my attention was suddenly drawn to two imposing figures walking towards us and it made me shift closer to him.
Both men were dressed head to toe in black leather, giving off a commanding and intimidating presence. They walked with a purposeful stride, their jackets flapping behind them in the cool breeze.
The first man was tall and muscular, with a strong jawline and a stern expression. His dark hair was slicked back, and a few strands fell rebelliously over his forehead. He had deep-set, intense gray eyes.
The second man, although slightly shorter, was just as intimidating. He had a lean and athletic build, with closely cropped blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. His sharp features were accentuated by a thin beard that framed his square jawline. He had a subtle smirk on his face when his gaze landed on me.
As the two men approached us, they exchanged a brief glance before turning their attention towards Russo.
They conversed in Italian, their voices low and serious. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but the intensity in their tone was evident.
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As soon as they left he turned to me and took my hand in his.
"Let's go" he said, his grip firm on my waist as he led me through the bustling crowd towards a set of dark hallway.
As we walked through the dimly lit corridors, I couldn't help but feel a little intimidated. The walls were adorned with racing memorabilia and the sounds of cars revving echoed through the halls. But I trusted him and let him guide me through the maze.
Finally, we reached a set of wooden double doors, and he pushed them open to reveal a large office. The room was cold, but there was a certain warmth in the air. The scent of leather and cologne filled my senses as I stepped inside.
"Make yourself comfortable", he said, gesturing towards a plush leather chair in front of his desk.
I took a seat as he circled around the desk and sat down, his eyes never leaving mine. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous under his intense gaze.
"I know what's on your mind, Luna," he finally spoke, breaking the tense silence. I snapped my head up, meeting his dark and alluring gaze. I could feel my cheeks heat up as I looked away, unable to hold his stare.
"So... this is your job?" I inquired, my voice low and hushed. He stood and began circling around me, his footsteps barely making a sound. I could feel my heart racing as he moved closer, his presence overwhelming.
"Yes," he replied simply, his voice smooth and confident.
"Owning an underground motor sport venue. Isn't that dangerous?" I questioned, trying to keep my voice steady. He stopped walking and leaned in, his breath tickling my ear. My breath hitched, and I could feel my body tensing up.
