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“Come on,” I say, pulling her toward the stairs.
Adrik is already waiting when we exit the club, pulled up to the curb in a vintage Alfa Romeo, black with cream interior.
I stare at the car, more startled than impressed.
The ‘65 Alfa Romeo Giulia Spider is one of my all-time favorite cars. My father used to have one.
I don’t believe for a second this is a coincidence. Adrik did his homework.
The man has gone all-out for our date. I brought an outfit in a backpack—he shipped two vehicles halfway around the world. I researched the Petrovs, Adrik did his research onme.
I’m beginning to realize that I’m in way over my head.
Adrik leans his elbow on the doorframe, window rolled down.
“Get in,” he orders.
Kylie jumps to attention like she’s been spanked, hurrying over to the car and sliding in the backseat.
I follow at a slower pace, my eyes running down the sleek lines of the car.
“I thought you’d like it,” Adrik says, rightfully smug.
He keeps dangling toy after toy in front of me. If this is the bait, then where’s the trap?
I could turn around and walk away right now. Maybe I should.
But Kylie is already in the back seat, looking up at me, that blue dress riding up on her thighs, those perfect tits stretching the limits of modern textiles.
Adrik fills the whole of the front seat, drumming his fingers impatiently on the wheel, his masculine scent drowning out Kylie’s perfume.
I want a dozen different things in this moment, and I want them desperately. My heart races, my chest tight, an anxious throbbing in my guts.
My own words echo in my head:I want it all.
Climbing into the backseat beside Kylie, I say, “Let’s go.”
* * *
6
ADRIK
Idrive down Iza Grada toward the Kazbek, where I’ve booked the most expensive of the thirteen unique rooms within the boutique hotel.
I planned to come back here with Sabrina alone, but I can’t say I’m disappointed with the turn the night is taking.
I want Sabrina at maximum arousal and I don’t give a fuck what’s turning her on: it could be me, the car, or the girl. I don’t give a shit, so long as I have her at level 1000.
Girls – Zella Day
Spotify → geni.us/savage-spotify
Apple Music → geni.us/savage-apple
I watch in the rearview mirror as she starts kissing the Australian dancer. Sabrina has the fullest lips I’ve ever touched. Watching them entwine with lips almost just as full, almost as soft, watching delicate pink tongues lapping at each other, and slim, feminine hands running over skin smooth as butter, curves like a Botticelli painting … I’ve never seen anything so right.
They kiss for a long time, longer than a man would have patience for. Their soft moans and giggles sound like every cheerleaders’ locker room, every slumber party of male fantasy.
