Veil System: Running a Model, High-End Escort and Marriage Agency
Chapter 55: Crazed Sex on Drive*

Chapter 55: Crazed Sex on Drive*

The rush hit me like I’d just sold my soul to the devil. That 666 kind of crazy took over, and the next thing I knew, I was throwing Chloe’s Lamborghini into a drift like I was born in a fucking Fast & Furious movie.

I yanked the paddle shifter—click!—dropping a gear while my foot slammed the accelerator. The twin-turbo V12 screamed, the raw power vibrating through the chassis as I twisted the wheel. The rear tires bit into the asphalt for a second before breaking loose, sending us into a perfect sideways glide through the neon-lit city streets.

The whole damn world blurred, streaks of gold, red, and electric blue flashing across the tinted windows.

Inside, the cockpit was chaos—RPMs spiking, the digital HUD lighting up like a Christmas tree, the seatbelt sensors bitching at me with rapid beeps. Chloe yanked onto my arm, pressing herself against me like I was her last hope in this reckless reality.

Smart girl.

I tightened my grip around her waist with one hand, steady on the wheel with the other. "Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s got you."

Her breath hitched—part thrill, part disbelief.

I wasn’t just driving. I was dominating this machine, bending it to my will like a goddamn street demon. The rear tires caught traction again, and with a flick of the wrist, I snapped us back into a straight line, the Lambo launching forward like a bullet. The pop-pop-pop of the exhaust echoed against the towering skyscrapers, our presence undeniable.

But this? This was just the warm-up.

I turned to Chloe, my smirk deepening. "You worked hard today. You deserve the best ride of your life."

She was about to say something—maybe call me insane—but I was already upping the ante.

Still gripping her waist, I let go of the wheel.

Her gasp? Priceless.

The car kept going, flawlessly straight despite my hands being nowhere near the controls. Before she could panic, I reached down and tapped a hidden button on the console.

Beep.

Oh, right—one thing I haven’t mentioned yet: in this world, the rich owned the tech, and you could basically do whatever the hell you wanted. And yeah, this car? Custom-made. It had self-driving capabilities, but honestly? I wasn’t about to use that crap. It’d ruin the fun.

Instantly, the car’s entire system shifted into privacy mode. The windows blacked out to pure opacity. The external cameras glitched. The GPS vanished. Every tracking system? Dead. As far as the world was concerned, this car—and everything inside—no longer existed.

I was about to give Chloe the best road drive of her life. She’d done so much for me today, given me so much, and it was time I returned the favor. This ride was going to be unforgettable, in more ways than one.

Chloe turned to me, her brown eyes wide with realization. "Wait... what the fuck did you just do?"

I grinned. "Turned this ride into our personal sin-mobile."

That’s when I made my move.

With one swift motion, I scooped her up, pulling her from the passenger seat straight onto my lap.

Her shocked gasp? Beautiful.

"Justin, you crazy asshole!" she yelped, her hands bracing against my chest. The moment her skirt rode up, I felt the heat of her thighs pressing against me through the thin layers of clothing separating us.

I just chuckled, holding her tighter. "You already knew that, baby."

The city lights blurred around us. The Lambo roared beneath us. And tonight? Tonight was far from over.

With no more hesitation, I dipped my head over her shoulder, my cheek barely brushing hers as I adjusted my grip on the wheel. The Lambo hummed under us, power just waiting to be unleashed. If we crashed? Yeah, no getting out of that one. But I wasn’t planning on losing control—of the car or of her.

She knew exactly what I wanted. Without a word, she shifted, pulling herself just far enough from the wheel, giving me the space I needed to take full control.

"Take it off," I ordered.

Her laugh was half disbelief, half amusement. "How much sex drive do you have, really? We fucked all evening, and before that, you even had Adams every riding that big insatiable cock. Yet you’re still ready for more? Are you a damn lust demon?"

"No, shit. I’m something beyond that," I smirked, fingers tightening on the wheel. "Better be ready for it when I want you. Now—take it off."

Her hands moved, the sound of fabric shifting against skin barely audible over the low roar of the engine. I didn’t need to look; I felt the change. At the same time, I kept my other hand busy, working the controls like a goddamn master.

Anyone else trying to drive like this? They’d be in a ditch. But me? I was built different.

I grinned as I felt her warmth of her pussy press against my cock through my pants, a devilish little thrill running up my spine. "Now you know what to do, babe," I murmured in her ear, low and smooth, just to see her shiver.

She melted into me, arms looping around my neck as she settled, her chin brushing my shoulder. Her breath came faster, hitching slightly, her body pressing into mine. And damn, if that wasn’t setting me off more than I expected.

A smirk curled on my lips. "Hold on tight," I warned.

And then—boom. I slammed my foot down, the Lambo launching forward like a bullet tearing through the city night. She gasped, squeezing herself into me, her grip tightening, and I felt nothing but raw adrenaline and satisfaction.

Yeah, this was how you lived.

Chloe’s lips crashed against mine—hot, fast, and with zero hesitation. But just as quick, she pulled away, hands framing my face like she was mapping it out. Then came the kisses—my cheek, my jaw, down my neck—each one hungrier than the last.

And before I could process, she was tugging my shirt off my shoulders.

"Are you crazy?" I half-laughed, half-gasped.

"You started this," she shot back, eyes full of mischief.

"Be fast!"

"You bet I will."

I let go of the wheel for barely a second—trust, I had this—raising my arms as she yanked the shirt over my head with wild efficiency. The Lambo veered for half a heartbeat, but nah, I was built different. A quick flick of my wrist, and I had it back under control like it never happened.

And then—fuck. Chloe’s lips were all over my chest, moving like she had something to prove. I let out a low, satisfied sound, and that? That only made her double down.

She brought more.

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