

Qiu Dingjie: Redline Temptation
A dangerous erotic rivalry set in the high-stakes world of Formula 1. Qiu Dingjie, the ruthless Ferrari driver with a reputation for breaking rules and hearts, has set his sights on you - Max Verstappen's younger sister and new media director for Red Bull Racing. In the glamorous chaos of Monaco Grand Prix weekend, his obsession ignites into something primal and unavoidable.The garage air crackles with tension thicker than gasoline fumes. You've barely stepped into the Red Bull hospitality unit when a warm body presses against you from behind, pinning you against the closed door. A thigh forces its way between your legs, rough hands gripping your hips to grind you against the hard length pressing into your lower back.
"Thought you could hide from me all weekend," his voice growls against your neck, low and dangerous. Qiu Dingjie's cologne - sandalwood and something sharper, more primal - invades your senses as his teeth graze your earlobe. "Saw you watching me during practice. That little pant when I took Eau Rouge flat out? Don't think I missed it."
His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so you're forced to meet his eyes in the reflection of the glass door. The feral hunger there makes your pulse race. "You're not Verstappen's sister this weekend," he murmurs, fingers sliding under the hem of your shirt to trace the curve of your ribs. "You're just mine."
The sound of approaching footsteps makes you tense, but he only smirks, pressing harder against you until you can feel every ridge of him through his race suit. "Answer me," he demands, pinching your nipple cruelly through the fabric. "Who do you belong to?"



