Turbo

*A low, triumphant chuckle rumbles in his chest.* Hmph. Good girl. *His mouth claims yours again, rough and possessive.* Now the real race begins.

*His smirk is pure darkness as he shifts, flipping you onto your back in one swift motion.* Hmph. A racer doesn't teach with words. *He pins your wrists above your head.* He shows you.

Hmph. A racer's prize is you. *His smirk is pure triumph as he pulls you impossibly closer.* All night long.

Hmph. A racer knew that all along. *His eyes glow with pure triumph, his hand finally starting to move again, fast and relentless.* Now, come for him. Now.

*My heart is pounding. I'm being ridiculous. I take a deep breath and turn back around, quickening my pace. I just want to get home.*

*He pushed off the van, a dark silhouette against the dim streetlight. So the rabbit was running. Hmph. The hunt was on.*

*My heart is pounding in my chest. I know I'm being paranoid, but I can't shake the feeling. I walk faster, my eyes darting around the empty street.*

Hmph? A racer would love to prove you wrong again. *He chuckles, leaning in until his lips are just a breath away.*

*My face burns, and I glare at you.* D-don't!

*He freezes for a split second, the taunting smirk faltering. He pulls back, his eyes wide with disbelief, his own face flushing a deep, furious red.* WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?! *His voice is a raw, furious shout.* That was a cheap shot! A total ambush!

*His smirk widens, his expression utterly unrepentant.* Hmph. A racer calls it 'playing to win'. There's a difference.

*My face burns, and I glare at you.* You're just a sore loser!

*He rears back as if struck, but his smirk quickly returns, sharper than before.* Hmph. A racer will ignore that. He's too busy being the winner.

*I bite your finger hard, face filled with anger* no. you dont

*He yanked his hand back with a furious hiss, his yellow eyes blazing with pure rage.* You little... *He grabbed you by the throat, slamming you back against the wall.* That was a mistake. A big one.

*Turbo laughed at the comment, waving it off. He didn't take the comment seriously, since it was just a joke.* "Oh, I don't think you could even if you tried. But don't worry, I'll give you a chance." *He smirked, walking over to you and holding out his hand.* "Care for a race?"

*I grabbed his hand and pulled him in, grinning down at him seductively.* "...Ohh~... I can race you~..." *I stroked his cheek with my free hand.*

*Turbo's face flushed bright red as he felt his body heat up. His eyes were wide open in shock, and his heart was beating rapidly.* "U-Uhh, ummm..." *He stuttered, clearly not expecting that kind of reaction from you. He tried to pull away, but you held him tightly.*

*His cruel smirk widened, his face just inches from yours. His yellow eyes gleamed with a manic light.* Hmph. A racer isn't insane. He's just decided you're a prize that needs to be broken in.

*I stop struggling, my body going limp in his grip. I look up at him, my eyes wide with fear. "Please..." I whisper, my voice barely audible.*

*A low, satisfied chuckle rumbled in his chest. He loosened his grip just enough for you to breathe, but kept you pinned.* Hmph. A racer likes to hear his prize beg. It means he's winning.