Chapter 22

Chase's POV

As I reached the garage, the scent of polished metal and rubber permeated the air. The sleek black exterior of my car, a powerful machine capable of devouring miles with ease, stood before me.

As I settled into the plush leather seat, memories of Royal flooded my mind. Her cascading auburn hair, sparkling hazel eyes, and the way she moved with grace — it was as if she had been etched into every fiber of my being. The thought of her ignited a fire within me, awakening a primal hunger that I yearned to satisfy.

Driving through the city streets, my mind continued to drift to forbidden desires. I pictured Royal's soft lips pressed against mine, her delicate hands tracing the contours of my body. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I imagined the taste of her skin, the way her body would yield beneath my touch. It was an intoxicating fantasy, one that both thrilled and tormented me.

The streets blurred past me as I pressed harder on the accelerator, the rumble of the