Chapter12 Passionate Car Sex in the Wild
The speed and heart rate both shot to their peaks.
In the roar of the engine, the man sitting in the back seat seemed to let out a helpless chuckle. He gripped Linnea's seat back tightly, the back of his hand wedging into the narrow gap between her nape and the seat back. Linnea's neck was drenched in sweat.
"Afraid of gunfire but not afraid of racing?" Caius shouted at her. "Linnea, you seem to have forgotten how miserably you cried in my arms a month ago when I shot my brother. I thought you were a timid girl."
"That's not the same thing!" Linnea shouted back. "And who says I'm not scared!"
"Then what are you doing now?"
"Of course I'm trying to keep you. But now I'm also a little bit terrified!"
"Then you should stop."
"But I haven't succeeded in keeping you yet!" As she said this, the vehicle suddenly bounced violently. Linnea urgently turned the steering wheel halfway, avoiding a large pit ahead surrounded by construction barriers. She was forced to interrupt her flirtation with Caius and cursed irritably. "Just my luck! Those gravel pieces are so well hidden!"
This low-key luxurious car dangerously sped out from the deserted road section and onto the mountain road.
"Why isn't it the same thing?"
"Dying from gunfire, the gun is in someone else's hands. Dying from a racing accident, the steering wheel is in your own hands. Death controlled by yourself is naturally more acceptable than death like a ticking time bomb!"
The sunset's afterglow spilled on her face. Listening to her hoarse shouting, the extreme irritability in Caius's heart that he couldn't control actually dissipated by more than half.
He was even in the mood to continue teasing. "By your logic, I should be the one who's terrified right now?"
"No, no. The premise of fearing death is that you really fear death. But respected Mr. Caius, how could you be afraid? You said you're not even afraid of death. I'm just trying my best to find something that can make you happy."
"What I want to do most right now isn't some boring racing."
Slamming the gas pedal to the floor, the front of the car scraped past a thick tree trunk wider than a wall and stopped dangerously but fortunately.
Linnea casually pulled out the car key and threw it aside. She was too exhausted to care about her image, slumping in the driver's seat panting. Her fingers trembled slightly uncontrollably after being highly tense and twisted.
Caius got out of the car, came to the driver's side, opened the door, and used his body to catch the girl who was collapsing softly toward him. He grabbed two of Linnea's fingers, rubbing the reddened color on her fingertips. "Only now realizing you're afraid?"
"If you were the one holding the steering wheel and happened to fear death, you'd be scared too. Ah, please let me rest a bit. I'm really too tired..."
"Afraid of personally sending yourself to your death?"
"More afraid of sending the emperor of the Thorne Corporation empire to his death. I can't imagine how much money it would take to compensate the famous Caius for one life." Linnea's body trembled dramatically. She looked at Caius and smiled.
Caius's entire rigorous and neat suit was in disarray, his cuffs messily rolled up, his whole body covered in ugly wrinkles. The hairstyle that the styling team had fixed with hair gel was also blown into chaos by the wild wind that had blown through the not-quite-closed car window just now.
And Linnea herself, her seaweed-like smooth long hair was already disheveled, strands sticking to her slightly sweating forehead. Compared to Caius, she had no chance of winning.
"Hahaha..." She laughed until she couldn't catch her breath. "Caius, you really don't look like an boss now."
"I'm not an boss in the first place." Caius also laughed. He gripped both her hands, twisted them behind her back and locked them, pressing his chest against hers as he pushed down. "I'm just a despicable businessman out for profit."
The vibration of his heart in his chest transmitted over, shaking Linnea into a slight daze. At this intimately close distance where they were almost pressed together, Linnea stared at his dry lips, remembering that kiss cut off by his terrifyingly strong desire for control.
Now neither of them was sober. Did that mean...
Linnea raised her head, offering him her crimson lips.
The scent of male hormones drew near. Was Caius about to respond to her kiss? Was this the suspension bridge effect? In an extremely dangerous environment, developing emotional delusions toward companions, mistaking fright for attraction...
The next second, her lips were viciously bitten, making her moan in pain.
This brutal guy Caius was practically going to bite a bloody hole in her lips!
She was lifted by the waist, thrown into the passenger seat beside them. Caius pulled off the expensive belt from his waist, tied her hands together, then pulled over the seatbelt to secure her. He picked up the car key scattered on the floor, inserted it, and started the car.
"Truly amazing." He panted, reversing the car, moving the front away from that thick tree and back onto the road. "You actually managed to use this broken car like a race car."
"Then why not let me drive..."
Linnea tried to fight for control of her sense of security again but was rebuked by Caius. "Shut up. Linnea, do you know how much trouble you've caused, you tempting vixen? I'll die of excessive abstinence sooner or later."
He pulled her hand to his bulging mass.
What was meant as a warning, Linnea instinctively squeezed.
Their eyes met. A few seconds later, Caius yanked out the car key, pounced over, grabbed her hand and pressed it against the car window, then tore at the fabric on both their lower bodies.
The cramped interior was as hot as a furnace. Linnea was almost drowning in it.
Suddenly, a voice rang out. "My God, miss, are you being raped?! I'm willing to call the police for you..."
She met eyes with the panicked security guard outside the window.
In an instant, her cheeks exploded red.
"Sorry, please don't misunderstand. She just has mild mania. I'm ensuring her personal safety." Caius pulled her head into his arms. Her vision went completely dark. He asked her with amusement, "Right, little Linnea?"
The security guard left awkwardly.
In the heat that penetrated to the soul, she grabbed Caius's tie, pulled him over, and took the initiative to kiss his lips.
Soon, Caius regained the dominant position. Air was rapidly seized. She softened into a puddle of water in Caius's arms. That person seemed to want to completely absorb her into his body.
But she used all her strength to push Caius away. "Are you still angry?"
Caius panted heavily, annoyed at her interrupting the kiss.
"What reason do you have to be angry? Wasn't it you who deliberately let Amy bully me? Wasn't it you who deliberately appeared before that man molested me, making me miss the best moment to fight back?" Linnea waved her fist. "One more second and I could have smashed his rotten teeth with my fist."
"You still wanted to touch him?"
The desire to conquer burned fiercely.
Caius grabbed both her wrists. His knee forcefully pried open the insides of her tightly closed thighs.
"Linnea, it seems you really want me to fuck you to death right here."