Your Lips to Mine #3: The Billionaire's Dangerous Muse

Your Lips to Mine #3: The Billionaire's Dangerous Muse

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Billionaire tech tycoon Damian Cross has spent his life building a legacy of cutting-edge autonomous vehicle technology, aiming to revolutionize transportation and safety. But his obsession with control and precision has left him emotionally detached and skeptical of human unpredictability—especially in high-risk activities like racing. On the other hand, Sierra Vale, a fearless street racer with a mysterious past, thrives on chaos and adrenaline. Known as the "Queen of the Circuit," Sierra races not for fame but for her underground mission: using winnings to fund her brother's secretive legal battle against a corrupt corporation linked to Damian's empire.

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Danger 1

The sounds of the track filled the air—engines revving, tires squealing, the hum of life and competition. I was standing by the side of my car, watching my technical team scramble in their usual frenzy, making last-minute adjustments. They were focused, efficient, their movements a blur of expertise. The sun was beginning its descent behind the grandstands, casting an orange glow across the asphalt. It felt like the perfect evening to race. I ran my fingers along the sleek lines of my car, the cold metal cool against my touch. The smell of burning rubber and gasoline was thick in the air. I had been racing for years, and yet, every single race still made my pulse quicken. It was the only thing that made me feel alive—the only thing that made sense. “Everything’s ready, Sierra,” Marco’s voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up to see him standing by the front tire, nodding toward me. He had that look on his face—calm and collected. Marco knew how much this race meant to me, and he

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37 Chapters
Danger 1
The sounds of the track filled the air—engines revving, tires squealing, the hum of life and competition. I was standing by the side of my car, watching my technical team scramble in their usual frenzy, making last-minute adjustments. They were focused, efficient, their movements a blur of expertise. The sun was beginning its descent behind the grandstands, casting an orange glow across the asphalt. It felt like the perfect evening to race. I ran my fingers along the sleek lines of my car, the cold metal cool against my touch. The smell of burning rubber and gasoline was thick in the air. I had been racing for years, and yet, every single race still made my pulse quicken. It was the only thing that made me feel alive—the only thing that made sense. “Everything’s ready, Sierra,” Marco’s voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up to see him standing by the front tire, nodding toward me. He had that look on his face—calm and collected. Marco knew how much this race meant to me, and he
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Danger 2
The office was a sharp contrast to everything I knew—a sleek, sterile space with high ceilings and a cold, polished design that didn’t match the roaring engines or the heat of the racetrack. The walls were lined with glass awards, each one a testament to the world of professional racing, but it felt like a far cry from the real heartbeat of racing. This was corporate. Clean. Calculated. A space where decisions were made with a pen, not a steering wheel. But today, it didn’t matter. Today was about the prize. I stood for a moment in the lobby, taking it all in. The building was full of people who didn’t understand what it felt like to truly push the limits, to risk everything for that moment of glory on the track. But I had already earned my place here. I was no longer the scrappy underdog—I was a winner. And no one could take that away from me. Not even the polished walls of this office. The receptionist, a woman in her early thirties with warm, professional eyes, looked up from he
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Danger 3
The sun had already dipped below the horizon, leaving the city bathed in soft twilight. The streets were quieter now, the steady hum of traffic replaced by the occasional sound of tires skimming over pavement. I was alone in my apartment, sipping from a half-finished bottle of water, my mind still racing from the events of the day. But just as the adrenaline started to settle, my phone buzzed on the coffee table. I picked it up, seeing my best friend’s name flash across the screen. "Hey, Lena," I greeted, my voice low and tired. "What’s up?" Her voice crackled on the other end, sharp and urgent. "Sierra, we need to talk. It’s about Liam." I could feel my stomach drop. Liam—my brother. My mind instantly went to the worst-case scenario, the image of his face flashing in my mind. "What’s happened?" I asked, leaning forward, every muscle tensing. Lena paused for a moment, and when she spoke again, there was a weight to her words that made the air feel heavier. "Sierra, we’re runni
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Danger 4
The campus was alive with its usual energy as students hustled between buildings, talking and laughing. It felt like any other day, but to me, it felt like an impossible stretch of time. I was walking through the crowd, clutching my textbooks a little tighter than usual, trying to block out the constant hum of the world around me. My mind was elsewhere—always somewhere else, it seemed. Racing. Sam. The constant need to stay ahead. I wasn’t just another student here. I was the one who kept my head down, who kept everything separate. No one knew about my other life. My races. The stakes. The danger. They only saw a student, a "model" student. Top of the class. Dean’s list. They saw my hard work, but they didn’t see the sacrifices that came with it. I pushed through the double doors of the library, where the smell of old pages and quiet focus filled the air. The library was my refuge. The only place on campus where I didn’t feel like everyone was watching me, expecting things from me.
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Danger 5
The sound of engines revving echoed faintly in my mind, a constant hum that seemed to follow me even as I sat in the middle of my accounting lecture. The professor’s voice droned on, his pen scribbling equations across the whiteboard as he explained financial ratios with the precision of someone who had done this a thousand times before. Around me, students furiously took notes, their brows furrowed in concentration. I was supposed to be one of them—focused, present, and ready to tackle the formulas that would appear on our next exam. But my mind was elsewhere, caught between two very different worlds. The next race was in two days, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The circuit was one I’d raced on before, but the stakes had changed. The pot was bigger, and with it, the risks. I’d spent hours studying every turn, visualizing the course in my mind like a map burned into my brain. I knew when to accelerate, when to drift, and when to hold back. Still, Mika’s words from yes
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Danger 6
The morning chill clung to the air as I walked across the campus, my breath forming soft clouds in front of me. The familiar crunch of leaves under my boots was oddly soothing, a small reminder of normalcy in a life that felt anything but normal. I adjusted the strap of my messenger bag, my fingers brushing against its worn leather, and glanced up at the towering clock tower. It was almost eight, and the campus was already buzzing with activity. On the outside, I was just another student blending in with the crowd—headphones in, bag slung over one shoulder, hair pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail. Nobody would guess I had spent the night memorizing the map of an illegal race circuit, every turn and potential hazard etched into my mind. I inhaled deeply, pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind. Here on campus, I couldn’t afford to slip. Nobody knew about my double life, and I intended to keep it that way. To everyone here, I was Sierra Carter, the quiet overachiever who wo
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Danger 7
The hum of the crowd was deafening as I pulled up to the venue. The bright headlights of dozens of cars illuminated the makeshift track, and the air vibrated with the sound of engines revving and people cheering. A cacophony of shouts and chants rose as soon as my car was in sight. “Queen of the Circuit!” “She's here!” “Queen! Queen! Over here!” Even though the chant of my nickname filled the night, I tightened the scarf around my neck and adjusted my cap lower to conceal my face. The anonymity was my armor in this dangerous world of illegal drag racing. No one here knew who I truly was, and I intended to keep it that way. I stepped out of the car, careful to move with purpose but not linger too long. Fans pushed closer, shouting my name and waving makeshift banners they’d scribbled with “Queen of the Circuit” in bold, messy letters. The appreciation should have been flattering, but instead, it pressed on me like an unwelcome weight. Keeping my head low, I raised a s
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Danger 8
The silence in the office was deafening as Sierra stepped inside, masking her frustration behind a calm demeanor. The events of the previous night still grated on her nerves. A canceled race was unheard of in their world, and yet it had happened—with no explanation. She was greeted with the familiar sight of David, her friend and one of the few people she trusted in the circuit. But what caught her attention immediately was the trio seated across the room. Her eyes narrowed as she recognized them: the same three men from the previous night. Damian Cross sat in the center, his relaxed posture at odds with the tense energy radiating from his two bodyguards flanking him. Damian, dressed down in a charcoal sweater and slacks, exuded the same wealth and authority as before. His piercing gaze met hers, and for a moment, Sierra felt as though he could see right through her. It wasn’t a feeling she enjoyed. As she walked further into the room, the hum of muffled chatter from outside
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Danger 9
Sierra’s eyes narrowed. “You’ve already canceled the race, and now you want me to do what? Sit down and watch your fancy prototype go around the track?” He didn’t seem fazed by her cynicism. “Exactly,” he said, his voice still calm. “I want you to watch the cars. Observe them, check them for any potential flaws, mechanical issues. You’ve been around cars your entire life. I’m sure you can spot something the average person wouldn’t.” Her lips curled into a sneer, her patience thinning. “So, you want me to be your personal mechanic now? Is that what this is?” “No, it’s not about mechanics. It’s about your experience. You’ve been on tracks long enough to know the difference between a well-tuned car and one that’s not quite right. I need someone who has that kind of instinct.” Sierra wasn’t sure whether to laugh or scoff. She was a driver, not a glorified car tester, yet here he was, treating her like some sort of tool he could use. She didn’t know if it was his confidence or his comp
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Danger 10
Sierra was used to being in control. She had spent years perfecting the art of managing her time, balancing her life between racing and her academics. Every day was carefully structured, every moment accounted for. She had no room for distractions, no tolerance for interruptions. But today—today felt different. The phone call that had been nagging her for hours felt like a constant, unwelcome buzz in the back of her mind. She had turned the volume down on her phone, hoping it would stop the irritation, but the constant vibration kept reminding her that someone was trying to reach her. And every time it buzzed, it felt like a little piece of her calm routine was being chipped away. It wasn’t until the fourth call that she finally picked it up, cursing under her breath as she swiped the screen. She didn’t even check the number. She was irritated, frustrated, and more than a little tired of being pulled into things she didn’t want to deal with. But when she answered the phone, her fru
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