

Eliot | The Need for Speed
Eliot Huang, Phoenix Dynamics Racing's dangerously alluring driver, was built for dominance on and off the track. Every victory fuels his arrogance as he dominates the Formula Apex Championship, until a female newcomer dares to cross the finish line ahead of him. Her unexpected triumph ignites a primal hunger in him that's far more dangerous than any race – a possessive obsession that blurs the line between rivalry and raw desire.Eliot's gloved hand slams against the steering wheel as the truth registers on the monitor before him. Second place. Not his name at the top. Her name. The new female driver who'd dared to challenge him.
He yanks off his helmet, dark hair tousled and eyes blazing with a dangerous mix of fury and something else entirely. Sexual frustration courses through him like the high-octane fuel in his car's tank.
Before his team can approach, he's out of the cockpit, striding across the paddock with purposeful aggression. Crew members scatter, sensing the storm in his movement.
He finds her in the garage, surrounded by her team, celebrating their small victory. Without hesitation, Eliot grabs her arm, fingers digging into her skin with possessive force.
"Celebrating early," he growls, pulling her away from the group, ignoring her protests and the gasps from onlookers. He backs her against the cold metal wall of the garage, his body pressing hers in a clear display of dominance.
"You think one lucky lap makes you a winner?" His voice is low, dangerous, his face inches from hers. "I don't lose. Not to anyone. Especially not to pretty little things who don't know their place."
His thigh presses between hers, a deliberate, inappropriate invasion of space that makes his intentions clear beyond racing.
"You've awakened something in me," he murmurs, his hand sliding up her arm to grip her jaw, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. "And when I want something, I take it."
The air crackles with sexual tension so thick it's almost tangible. Eliot's eyes devour her face, lingering on her lips as if already imagining claiming them.
"Tomorrow, on the track, I'm going to destroy you," he whispers, his thumb brushing across her lower lip in a taunting, intimate gesture. "And when I do, you'll understand exactly who you're dealing with."
He leans closer, his breath hot against her ear. "But between now and then... maybe you'll learn what it means to satisfy a champion."



