Chapter 403
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“Hey, gorgeous, wanna come for a ride?” one of them said with a crooked grin.
Christina suddenly smiled—a slow, syrupy curve of her lips. Her voice, when she spoke, was all honey and velvet. “And where would we go?” The sound of her voice was like a heatwave washing over the two men.
“Anywhere that’s fun,” the square-jawed man said, his hand gliding across his chin with a cocky flair. “Whatever you’re into, we’ll make it happen.”
The round-faced one jumped in eagerly. “We’ve got a place nearby. Or maybe a bar? Your call.”
Christina tilted her head, her smile deepening. “I was thinking something bold. Thrilling. Right here.”
Her words landed like sparks on gasoline. Their eyes widened, their imaginations leaping into overdrive. The lewd smiles they wore stretched even wider, their eyes
Gleaming with anticipation. Was this real? A woman like her—drop-dead gorgeous and apparently game for anything—dropping this kind of invitation? It felt like the universe had hand-delivered them a fantasy. The idea of pulling off something wild with a knockout like her, right then and there, had them drooling.
“Damn, didn’t think you’d be this bold,” the round-faced man chuckled, practically drooling.
The square-faced man was already out of the car, pacing toward her with a hunger he didn’t bother to hide. “Tell me,” he said, his voice husky with desire, “do you want to get wild in the car or should we find someplace more private?”
He could hardly keep himself together—drunk on her beauty, high on the thrill, teetering on the edge of restraint.
Christina lifted a hand and pointed wordlessly toward a small grove nearby, its manicured trees casting long, dappled shadows beneath the streetlights. She didn’t need to speak. The two men lit up like slot machines hitting the jackpot.
“Classy choice!” the square-jawed man said with a wolfish grin. “That spot’s got just the right kind of thrill.”
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The round-faced man was already breathing hard, too far gone to mask his hunger. “So what’s your style? One-on-one, or both of us at once?”
“Together,” Christina replied, her voice feather-light, as if she were discussing the weather. Without another glance, she turned and began walking.
The two men exchanged a glance, their grins twisting into something uglier. Lust clouded whatever little sense they had left, and they followed her eagerly like moths rushing toward an open flame, too enchanted to sense the heat.
They stepped into the grove, shadows swallowing them whole. Then, without warning, the round-faced man lunged, arms outstretched. “We’re here, gorgeous! Let’s get started!”
Christina didn’t flinch. Her back to them, she let a slow, wicked smile unfurl across her face. Her fingers curled one by one into tight fists.
The truth was, her day had been dragging—her mood sour and her hands itching for release. And now, here they were: two pests strutting straight into her kill zone. Like gifts, delivered right on time.
The round-faced man lunged forward, aiming to grab Christina from behind—but she spun around in one swift, practiced motion and drove her foot hard into his side.
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