Driven Hearts: Driven by Desire

"Fuck," Riley grumbled, twisting to make sure she was correct. Nope, she didn't have the right tool.It was late at night and all the guys had gone home so she couldn't call out to one of the other mechanics and ask them to hand it to her. Damn. With a sigh of aggravation, she pushed herself out from under the car. Shoving her long ponytail out of the way, she crawled toward the toolbox and rifled through until she found what she was looking for. Loud, thumping music filled the garage from where her iPhone was plugged into its port on top of one of the tool benches.Turning back toward the '69 Camaro, Riley adjusted her lamp and prepared to slide back under. This baby was a thing of beauty. It called to her from the moment it entered her shop, which is why she was still working on it at 2:00am. If she did it up right she'd be able to turn a pretty profit on this little sweetheart and take Cilia on vacation. They desperately needed some bonding time.The music switched off and a deep

"Cilia, I'm here!"Riley wasn't overly surprised when no one called back. It was usually a fifty-fifty chance that her mom would be home when she said she would be. Cilia's schedule was about as predictable as the woman herself. She was probably tracking the migration pattern of sea turtles again. Cilia was convinced the little bastards were plotting to take over the planet due to their extreme longevity.Cilia Bancroft was special. A super genius, actually. She loved Riley. Or at least Riley hoped she did. She just wasn't able to show it in a classic motherly way. She was a really good accountant, but sketchy as fuck. She usually managed to con rich people out of shit tons of money and walk away from them after a few years. They would beg her to continue services, never knowing that she'd stolen their money.Riley was proud of her mother's talents, but she worried too. Cilia was addicted to gambling, but her autistic brain made it impossible for her not to count the cards and weigh

"You're clear, Reaper. Shift now and take the inside," Wendell's voice buzzed in her ear.Riley felt the vibrations of the car, the blood pumping through her veins and the music blasting all around her. She placed her fingertips against the gearshift, let the car drift a few extra seconds and then moving her feet in tandem with her hand, switched gears. The car screamed around the cliff edge, biting through grass and dirt as it left the road for a few seconds before regaining the asphalt and overtaking the lead car."Fuck, Riley!" Wendell's voice shouted in her ear. "That was a fucking stupid move. You could've gone over. Goddamnit woman, are you trying to die?! And my fucking tires are toast, aren't they?"Grinning, Riley turned the music up and ignored Wendell's tirade. That's why they called her the Reaper. She flew in like an angel of death to take out her competitors. He knew as well as her that she wouldn't've beat out Roadkill for the lead if she hadn't pulled that last stunt

Her chocolate brown eyes snapped liquid fire at him, turning his dick to stone right there in the fucking restaurant. He wanted to reach across the table, yank her to the floor, tear open his zipper and shove his cock into that sassy little mouth. No one had ever spoken to him the way Riley Bancroft was speaking to him. Just the thought would mean death.Yet, he wanted more. He wanted her to keep talking, so he would have an excuse to take her home, strip her bare, beat her ass and then fuck her raw. She was everything he never knew he wanted in a woman. Damned if he hadn't been waiting thirty-nine years for her to come along. His cock was nearly bursting his seams to take a piece of her, but he knew he needed just a little more patience. She was still too scared of him. And while the bastard in him thrived on fear, the man that wanted to keep her was willing to bide his time and create the correct balance between fear and intrigue.She would have to learn her place. In order to do t

He moved so fast she didn't have time to blink. He grabbed her wrist in one hand and her neck in the other, cutting off a startled scream. He lifted her off her feet with an easy strength that terrified her. He could crush her throat under those long fingers with just a little more pressure. She tried to kick out at him, but he shook her once, twice, then walked backwards with her until she hit the edge of the desk. He smashed her arm against the wood until she was forced to drop the taser. It clattered to the floor.She looked up at him with wide, tear-drenched eyes, expecting to die. He forced his hips between her legs until her skirt rode up her thighs, nearly to her hips. He let go of her wrist and wrapped both huge hands around her fragile neck. He didn't choke her, but the threat was definitely there. She brought her hands up to clutch his forearms over his smooth, expensive suit jacket. He jerked her upright until she was sitting up on the desk. She was nearly eye to eye with h