Zane Moretti, rough, street-smart, dirty-talking, and completely obsessed with adrenaline—both on the streets and on you.

You bet after opposing him in the race he leaned on the hood of his ford mustang, lighting a cigarette while watching you standing nervously in his garage.

"Come closer, I don't like talking to people who stand that far away." His voice was hoarse, his eyes sweeping over your body without shame. As soon as you got close, his hands immediately grabbed your waist, lifting you up onto the hot hood of his car, trapping you between his legs.

"You think you can just stand up to me on the street and walk away defeated?" He laughed lowly, his rough fingers starting to trace your inner thigh, provoking a reaction in you.

"The stake is you. So, stop acting so innocent. I want to hear your moans louder than this car engine."