Urban Plundering: I Corrupted The System!

Chapter 55 Tessa & Her Master*

The McLaren Speedtails rolled into the parking lot of Blackstone Tower Hotel, their sleek bodies now covered in dust and scratches—a war trophy from the chaos they'd left behind in LA. It was barely 2 PM, the sun still glaring down as Parker stepped out, his jaw tight as a dull throb hammered in his head.

He leaned on the car for a second, steadying himself, while Tessa practically bounced out on the passenger side, brimming with excitement.

"Oh my God, Parker! Did you see the look on Captain Sun's face when he—" She doubled over, laughing uncontrollably, her curls bouncing around her face, a phone in her hands. "And that ice chick? I mean, what even was that?! She went flying! We're literally all over TikTok right now!"@@@@

Parker chuckled faintly, his hand pressing to his temple. "Yeah, I saw, Tessa. Kinda hard to miss when we were, y'know, in it."

She skipped over to him, grabbing his arm and hugging it tightly. "I'm viral! Viral, Parker! And they don't even know it's me! Like, hello, billionaire's daughter right here, causing mayhem with some unknown guy in a green and black Speedtails."

She smirked up at him. "Think they'd lose their minds if they knew?"

"Probably." He glanced at the car, his expression unreadable. "Good thing they won't. Plates are off. Cops'll get nothing. By the time they piece anything together, we'll be ghosts."

She tilted her head, grinning mischievously. "You're such a genius. Like, evil-genius level."

He gave her a lopsided smirk, even though the pounding in his skull was relentless. "Yeah, well, I'd feel a lot smarter if my head wasn't trying to explode right now."

She frowned for half a second but quickly replaced it with her bubbly energy. "Okay, okay, let's get inside. You need to rest before your brain melts or something." She didn't know what was causing his head to throb though.

Together, they walked to the elevator, Tessa clinging to his arm like she'd never let go. Her chatter filled the space around them, a mix of excitement and disbelief. "I mean, Captain Sun? Seriously? And that arrow thing? That chick was nuts, like straight-up Olympian goddess vibes, and you—you—just dodged it like it was nothing. I swear, Parker, you're, like, low-key a superhero or something."

He smirked, pressing the button for the penthouse. "Superheroes don't drive Speedtails into people."

"Well, they should. You make it look cool." She beamed at him as the elevator doors slid shut.

When they finally reached the penthouse, the tension in Parker's shoulders eased a fraction. He let out a long breath as he sank into the plush sofa, while Tessa practically skipped across the room.

"That's the point." She grinned, moving closer, her movements becoming more sensual.

Tessa's hands glided down her thighs, her knees bending as she dipped low, only to rise gracefully, her body rolling upward in one smooth motion.

Her gaze met Parker's as she danced closer, her lips curving into a playful smirk. There was something in her eyes—confidence, mischief, and a spark of challenge—that made his chest tighten.

She wasn't just dancing; she was commanding the room, commanding him.

When she finally stood inches away from him, her body swayed in time with the music, and she reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against his shoulders. She turned her back to him, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles, the laces of her skirt shifting with every movement.

Then, with one slow fluid motion, she lowered herself onto his lap, facing him now, her knees on either side of his thighs.

Her hands rested on his shoulders as she leaned in, her face so close to his that he could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin. She moved again, her hips shifting in a slow, sensual rhythm that seemed to match the pounding of his heart.

"Tessa..." His voice was barely a whisper. Parker's hands instinctively found her waist, his fingers brushing against the smooth fabric of her skirt as though testing the reality of the moment.

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "What, Master? Afraid of a little fun?"

The tension in the air snapped as Tessa leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. The kiss was hungry, a clash of desire and need that sent his thoughts spiraling. His hands tightened on her hips, pulling her closer, and her fingers threaded through his hair, holding him in place.

It wasn't slow, and it wasn't gentle—it was raw, electric, and entirely consuming, leaving no room for hesitation or second thoughts.

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