Adrien #3
My brain clicks. The corner of my mouth slowly lifts. Jesus. I know that voice. That’s my guardian angel that saved my life a couple times before.
That’s Kiara.
“You come with me,” another voice cuts in, sweeter.
And this one—
My heart nearly stops. My pulse spikes into a speed that borders on heart attack. And yet I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
The cabin goes empty for half a second. Then the back doors rip open. Cold morning air floods the vehicle and sunlight spills inside.
And there she is.
My insane, unhinged Selvaggia.
Standing right in the doorway, my biker helmet covering her face, protecting her identity, gun steady in her hand. The young cop stumbles into the van in front of her, pale as death, hands shaking while he fumbles with the chain on my waist.
Behind her, somewhere outside, Kiara, also disguised in a helmet, forces the second officer to his knees, the barrel of her gun pressed to the back of his head as she keeps him facing the trees.
But I barely register any of it. Because I can’t look away from Natalya. Not for a single second.
The pieces of hardware start dropping away from me one by one, clanking loudly against the floor.
“I don’t—” the cop stammers, his voice trembling as Natalya presses the gun harder into the base of his skull. “I don’t have the key for the cuffs.”
“That’s okay,” I say quietly, still too stunned to speak.
I can’t stop smiling. Not even remotely.
The last restraint falls away and I straighten, my wrists still cuffed but I suddenly feel ten kilos lighter. Before I manage to move, she grabs the cuffs and leads me out of the van as a dog on a leash.
I end up standing right in front of her like a complete idiot, frozen mid-step, my brain apparently refusing to process what the hell is happening.
My gaze locks on her and refuses to move anywhere else.
My insane, terrifying, beautiful Selvaggia.
But she’s still dealing with the cop. “Sit back and face the wall,” she snaps.
The guy obeys, practically throwing himself against the metal interior of the van.
“You have two minutes. Then I have to report a hijacking,” he blurts out nervously.
Natalya doesn’t even answer. The moment he turns away, she exhales like she’s been holding her breath for an hour and rips the helmet off her head as if she physically couldn’t wait another second.
And I can finally see her. Her hair spills out immediately, falling across her face, strands whipping around in the cold air with every quick breath she takes. Her eyes widened and too bright, like she ran here on pure adrenaline.
Fear stains her face with a hint of relief, and I’m still grinning.
So I quickly wipe the happiness off my face and force my brows together when it hits me that technically, we didn’t exactly part on romantic terms.
And now she just… hijacked a police transport.
For me.
Am I in heaven?
Did I try to escape and get shot and this is just some very weird afterlife reward?
“I didn’t mean it,” she suddenly blurts out, the words shoot out of her so fast it’s obvious she’s been holding them hostage for hours.
“What?”
“I didn’t mean what I said,” she rushes out, still breathless, still flushed, looking adorably stressed for someone who just ambushed police officers.
For a second we just stare at each other. Me—completely lost. Her—nervous.
“You didn’t?” I ask quietly.
My smile creeps back before I can stop it.
“No,” she breathes out.
And then she smiles too.
Oh my fucking God.
“Can you two make it quicker?” Kiara yells from somewhere behind us, still holding the other miserable cop on his knees facing the forest so he doesn’t see us.
The sound breaks the haze around me.
I step forward and close the distance between me and Nat, who’s now biting down a grin like she’s trying very hard not to explode with something between laughter and tears.
I instinctively reach up to grab her cheeks—
But the cuffs snap my wrists back together.
Right. I forgot about those.
So instead, I spread my arms and pull them around her, the chain clinking between my wrists as I slide my forearms under her thighs and lift her up.
She lets out a small, surprised breath but instantly wraps her legs around my waist, gripping me like she belongs there. Her forehead drops to mine, her nose brushing against my cheek as she breathes out shakily.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispers, her lips grazing mine.
“For what?” I blink, utterly bewildered.
“I didn’t mean it,” she repeats it. “And I also didn’t kiss him.”
“You didn’t?” I ask, gazing at her, still too lost to say anything else.
“No. I love you,” she says, kissing my temple. “I love you,” another kiss slides down my cheek. “I love you,” she whispers against my neck.
For a moment I don’t even try to respond. I’m fairly certain I died somewhere between the police station and this forest and ended up in some extremely generous version of heaven.
So I keep my mouth shut. No reason to risk getting kicked out.
Instead, I just hold her tighter, my hands pressing uselessly against the curve of her ass while I take a few slow steps forward, keeping her warm against my chest like she might disappear if I loosen my grip.
That’s when I notice Kasien. He’s leaning casually against the car parked right next to the police van, watching us with an expression somewhere between relief and amusement.
When he sees me looking, he jerks his head toward the back door and pulls it open.
“Let’s go,” he mutters.
I duck into the backseat with her still wrapped around me and collapse into the seat, letting her settle comfortably on my lap, my wrists still awkwardly cuffed behind her waist.
Kiara jumps into the passenger seat a second later and the car pulls away. But I still can’t take my eyes off Natalya. Not once.
Not just because she apparently forgave me—which I fully accept without asking any questions whatsoever, because that seems like a very fragile miracle I shouldn’t poke too hard.
But also because she just saved me.
Actually broke me out of police custody.
And somehow managed to look so fucking hot doing it, that my brain might never recover.
The smile won’t leave my face.
What the hell just happened?
She still wears that shy smile, sitting on my lap, her fingers wandering along the back of my neck, brushing through my hair.
“I’m so sorry,” I say hoarsely. “I’ll be better.”
She opens her mouth, about to say something else, but I cut her off with a kiss.
She kisses me back instantly, melting into it like she was waiting for it, pressing herself closer against me. Her nails dig into my skin, tugging lightly at my hair, and every inch of my body heats up at once.
I guide her down onto the backseat without breaking the kiss, only deepening it, hungrier now. Her thighs tighten around my waist and every nerve in my body lights up like a live wire.
I still can’t believe this is happening.
“So you—” I trail kisses down her jaw, my lips brushing the corner of her mouth. “Didn’t mean any of it?”
My mouth keeps moving along the length of her neck.
“Well,” she breathes out, her fingers tangling deeper in my hair. “Definitely not the part about belonging to you.”
I move to the other side of her neck, breathing in the scent of her hair before kissing the soft skin just under her ear.
“And you forgive me?”
“Mhmm.” She lets out a pleased hum and rolls her hips against my groin. “Almost.”
“I can work with almost,” I mutter.
I’m instantly, completely hard for her. Of course.
She’s wearing some tight black jumpsuit with a zipper running straight down her cleavage, and it’s not zipped nearly high enough for me to stay sane.
She used to wear those for skating, and it was always my kryptonite.
She never wore those typical ice skating stuff.
Instead, she always looked like a beautiful little delinquent on the ice, carving chaos where everyone else tried to be graceful.
Like midnight cutting across the white ice, wild and impossible to look away from.
Just like now.
Since my options here are somewhat limited, given my cuffed wrists, I take the zipper between my teeth and slide it down just a little. Not enough to undress her, just enough that I can reach lower and kiss the warm skin of her chest.
“What—” Kas blurts out while driving. “What the fuck are you doing, that’s my sister!”
“Just drive,” I say calmly.
Kiara bursts out laughing from the passenger seat.
I ignore both of them and go back to devouring her neck. Unfortunately, the only thing my hands can do right now is pull her closer into me. I eventually find my way back to her lips and sit us both up again so we’re not quite so visible.
“Stop!” he shouts from the front seat. “For the love of God, stop!”
“Just turn up the radio,” I snap back to him.
The moment she settles back onto my lap, she rolls her hips against me once more, slow and provocative. A quiet moan slips out of her when she hits the hardness.
“Fucking hell, my ears are bleeding!” Kas yells hysterically and lets go of the steering wheel to cover his ears. Kiara panics and grabs it instead, then dissolves into laughter.
Complete chaos over there.
We break the kiss and she rests her forehead on mine, her hair cascading around us like a curtain, shielding us from the rest of this chaotic crew.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I murmur against her lips.
“You mean the felony part?” she whispers back, with a smirk.
“Yes, that part.”
“It was safe,” she explains. “Agreed in advance. That’s why my brother let us do it alone.”
I have no idea how Kasien pulled that off, but I don’t really care right now. That’s a future-me interest.
“So,” I say, nudging her closer, unable to stop touching her. “Since you didn’t mean it…” My thumb brushes along her waist. “You belong to me again.”
“We’ll see about that,” she replies with a teasing smile.
“Is that a no?”
“Mhm,” she giggles. “You need to make some promises before I agree to that.”
“What I need right now is to take this thing off you,” I whisper, tugging lightly on the elastic fabric over her ass.
“Ahhh! I heard that! Fuck!” Kasien groans from the front again.