Page 29 of I See Red

“Champagne?” I ask.

“Got any 1770?” she singsongs.

“Yeah, little flame, I always do for you.” I pour us both a glass as we take a seat to catch up on business as usual. I love how effortlessly she and I can relate in that aspect because we both have to be fucking wolves in our day-to-day life. Savages, and she is my perfect little savage. I know it’s exactly why she hates being in control when it comes to her sexual entanglements. Women who have power like she does desire to be owned, punished, and sexually freed. I want to own her. I want to explore her in all the ways she wants. My little flame’s mind,though, is ruthless, brilliant, tauntful, and so goddamn sexy. I understand it, as I am not always in control, either. We get high playing our power moves against one another, keeping us both fed like plays on a chess board, while being ok with throwing the board across the room and starting over time and time again. Our game, the same as Ives, has always been through text, but finally, connecting physically for the first time together is a power move we’ve talked about since I can remember. This round was mine; it’s always been our agreement, and fuck did it feel good to finally grasp it in reality. Next time, I’m hers. Transactions—nowthatwe both understand. It’s all life is—one big fucking transaction. Fuck, I need another drink. She and I are certainly going to destroy each other. Austin is just the venue, and our irresistible desires are the ticking fucking time bomb that inevitably will cause us to implode.

Everything is Bigger in Texas

“I always said I’d light the world on fire, now to burn it down…”

—Red

We arrived at the Austin-Bergstrom airport without a hitch. The rest of the ride went rather smoothly. I’ll never deny the fact that Tayden is my Achilles heel. One touch of him makes me fall to my knees, and fuck did he do exactly that. I’ve never been one to relinquish my power to any man, but fuck does this man know me so well. He knows exactly what I need and just how I need it. I’d gladly choke on his cock every day of the week if I could. I’ve had a lot of things in my life, and over time, power has taken its place as the top contender on that list. I wasn’t born wielding that, though, so to have it completely stripped from me when I allow it, as I stand in all that is my flesh and bones is fucking exhilarating. It’s the high I crave, and now that I’ve tasted him in that way, I can’t help but crave it more and more. Thoughtsof forever are closing in on me more than ever. This is where Ivy and I differ. I can almost guarantee she and Liam don’t have mind-altering sexual relations like Tayden and I. No, she wants love, always searching for the mental and emotional fairytale, preferably one that connects her to her past, to self-sabotage. I simply want to be owned, dominated, and reminded of the power my body wields, all while conquering the world with a singular human. Him. Outside of that, I have no life goals. He’s the only box left unchecked, the only opponent worthy of my game.

Stepping off the plane, two Lamborghini Huracan STOs sit waiting for us. One electric green, the other black and fuck, they are beautiful. I look over to Antonio, not wanting to miss the look on his face.

“Well, Big A, what yah think?” I chuckle, knowing all I need to by the grin across his face. He is excited as fuck.

“What do I think?Fuck, I think my dick is hard,” he responds, his smile quickly turning to embarrassment at his own words.

“I, umm fuck I’m sorry Red.”

I chuckle so hard, finding his reserve cute like I haven’t seen his dick before. A voice embellishes my ear.

“También me pone la polla dura, Antonio.”Makes my dick hard too. Tayden busts out from behind me, his hand sliding up my thigh, landing a hard slap on my ass, making me squirm at the end of his sentence.

They both continue walking around the cars as men usually do, talking all the ins and outs of all she is. I follow along, lighting a cigarette pretending I have any idea what they’re talking about. Real estate I know, cars? Shit, the only thing I know of them is how to fuck a man’s brains out in one. There’s nothing more exciting than riding a stick shift while he watches your wet pussy slide up and down it, knowing damn well he wishes it was his cock. Like I said, Ivy and I are not the same—I’m better.Okay, I’ve never done that, but I do love watching a man’s hands shift through the gears effortlessly, his veins moving as his finger caresses the leather firm yet softly, fucking major kink of mine.

“5.2 L V10”

“Correct, 630 horsepower right at the tip of your fingers.”

“I bet she shifts beautifully,” Antonio says, his fingers brushing the leather and Alcantara.

“Isn’t this the last generation Lamborghini will ever make?” He asks, quirking his head in Tayden’s direction.

“That is correct, bro. The absolute visceral feel of her on the road is insane. The way the rear wheel drive completely changes the dynamic of the car makes it unlike anything Lamborghini has ever done.”

“I can only imagine. Why two?” Antonio eyes me as I hold up two sets of keys, one in each hand, dangling from the tips of my fingers like I’m about to tell them to start their engines. “Which do you choose, no takebacks, green or black?” I ask, a taunting smile across my face.

“Wait, what?” Antonio answers, dazed and confused.

“Black on black or green?” I repeat, continuing, “Just know whatever you choose, she’s yours to keep, so choose wisely.”

His face says it all, and he’s a little boy whose box car dreams just became real life.

“I can’t Re—”

“You can and you will, Antonio. Red and I appreciate you, and you deserve it,” Tayden bites.

“Fuck bro, I, fuck, thank you, uh, uh, I have to go black on black,” he exclaims, his hands on his head, pacing back and forth in complete disbelief. I make my way to him, placing the keys in his hand before a sweet kiss on his cheek. Tossing the other set at Tayden, I excitedly sprint to our car. “Alright, boys, start yourengines. We have a race to get to,” I snap, waving my hand in the air.

Racing to their cars, the engines roar beautifully, and in seconds, they are in a race of their own.

“You better not lose,” I taunt him, Antonio’s taillights breaking swiftly in front of us as he rounds the exit.

“You just hold on, little flame,” he growls as the car shifts into fourth. Hitting the highway, we begin bobbing and weaving through a peasant sea of cars.

The drive through Austin is beautiful, the skyline so breathtaking. I’ve always been a sucker for this city. There is nothing better than an entire community that embraces keeping it weird. Seeing it in a flash as Tayden works his way up to Antonio is even more beautiful.

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