Page 19 of Impregnated By the Bratva

“Well, they are built for speed, wind resistance, and naturally, according to each racer's preference,” I responded. “Each car is a marvel of engineering defined to enhance it. There are a lot of dynamics, designs, and principles to consider when designing such vehicles. Each part enhances performance.”

She sat on the edge of her chair as the announcement came and the countdown began. The air filled with smoke and a loud booming sound as a gunshot went off. Grace bounced in her chair. Placing her hands over her mouth, she once again muffled the scream.

Rubbing her back, I leaned forward, speaking softly, “It’s okay, it’s only the start of the race.” I knew she had been on edge since the shooting, but didn’t expect this reaction. Although I should have warned her about it.

We watched as the cars piled onto the racetrack. With each turn, they slowly started falling into their places. “Oh, look,” Grace exclaimed, pointing at the track. “Pavel is one of the front cars.”

“Yes,” I replied, smiling at her. “He is good and soon should be in the lead.”

“Why are so many of the cars driving up the sides instead of in the middle?” Grace enquired curiously.

“Each driver has a different technique. Some prefer the inside of the track, others the outside. It also helps to prevent accidents. Plus, it gives them a chance at overtaking each other,” I answered.

She looked at the race intently like a child would study the flashing lights on a merry-go-round. Once the cars started pulling off for tire changes, she glanced at me as she spoke. “Why are they doing that?”

“Well, the track and speed cause the tires to wear quickly. They need a solid grip and have to change the tires often. If a tire bursts out there at that speed, it could have devastating consequences. It was nice watching her. She was eager to learn more and very inquisitively.

“Look, Pavel is in the lead,” Grace shouted, jumping up and down.

Standing, I placed my hand around her as I lightly pulled her back into the chair. “Calm down, Grace,” I whispered, seeing all the glares we were getting.

“He is one of the best drivers out there,” Misha said, turning to look at us. As she spoke, I noticed a sparkle in her eyes and wondered if she was developing a crush.

But before I could ask, Timofey showed up. He stood next to Grace, smiling down at her as he spoke. “Well, hello, beautiful. Who are you?”

Grace smiled at him. She seemed to light up as he placed a hand on her shoulder. I felt my anger surging through me, even my bones were vibrating. Placing my hand on her leg, I narrowed my brows as I looked up at him. I didn’t need to say a word. My look said it all. It said to back off or else.

Timofey raised his hands, taking a step back as he spoke. “Ok, ok, I get the idea. No need to go all ape shit on me. You could just say it, you know.” I just watched as he turned and joined his brothers on the other side of the room.

Lowering my gaze to Grace, I noticed something in her had shifted. There was a change as she pushed my hand from her leg.

Chapter 10 - Grace

Pushing his hand off my leg, I wondered what it was about this guy. Makari had a way of getting under my skin that I couldn’t grasp. Possessive men who acted like cavemen weren’t my style, so I kept my distance. But this man—there was something about him.

Somehow, he got under my skin. He looked at me sharply as if I had done something wrong. Something flickered in his eyes, but I couldn’t figure out what. Makari rested his large hand on my thigh again. I felt warmth running up my spine. Unexpectedly, I felt turned on. I tried shifting in my chair, but couldn’t subdue the emotions thundering through me.

He lightly squeezed my thigh as I shifted, and I grew restless. Leaning towards him, I placed one hand on his thigh and the other on his hand. He opened his fingers so I could slide mine between his. With every move, I felt my senses lighting up.

I was on fire. With every slight move, bursts of lava surged through me. I leaned closer, rubbing my breasts against his arm. I could smell the fresh, minty odor mixed with his natural scent, and it drove my mind wild.

Softly, I drew lines across his fingers as he held my thigh. I wish he would move his hand up higher. I could feel the moisture between my legs accumulating. My pussy started throbbing with desire. But he didn’t seem to notice me. I wanted him to feel the heat I was giving off.

Leaning in closer, I gently pulled on his hand. Nibbled his ear, I whispered. “Makari, let’s get out of here.”

He turned swiftly, shooting me half an angry glare as he tightened his grip on my thigh. “Behave,” he grumbled. His tone was a tad harsh, but I didn’t want to behave. I craved to be naughty with him. I have never wanted anything in life as badly as I wanted him at that moment.

I couldn’t explain it. I had lost all control of my emotions. Shivers ran through me. I wanted to explore his body. I hungered to touch him and be touched by him. His luscious lips were tempting me to devour him.

Shaking my head, I turned my attention to the race as Pavel overtook the two cars before him in the last round. He was in the lead. The car he overtook suddenly swerved towards him. “No,” Makari shouted.

“What happened there?” I asked eagerly, not sure why he looked upset.

“The car tried to tap him out, but luckily, it didn’t work,” he huffed.

Still not clear on what he meant, I asked again. “Oh, so if the car behind him had hit his car, he would be out?”

“Yes, no, kind of,” Makari replied, grinning. “If the car had tapped the back of Pavel’s car with his nose, it would have spun Pavel’s car. Spinning on the track usually left the car on the inner field or collided with the top barrier. But Pavel managed to move away before it could happen.”

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