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.

"Alexa, play something fun!" she called out, and within seconds, upbeat music filled the air.

Parker leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment. The soft hum of the music mixed with Tessa's movement as she disappeared into her bedroom. He heard drawers opening, the faint rustle of fabric thanks to his super sensitive senses now and then...

"Hey, Parker," she called, her voice teasing. "Look,"

Tessa stepped out of her room dressed in a black two-piece outfit that hugged her every curve. The crisscrossed straps of her halter-style top glinted faintly under the dim lighting, the glossy fabric reflecting just enough light to draw attention to her toned shoulders and collarbones. The matching skirt sat low on her hips, its daring design revealing slashes of bare skin through intricate lace-up sides.

Tessa had changed into something sleek, black, and... well, very revealing. Her hips swayed as she stepped into the room, the music seeming to follow her rhythm, each step she took made the fabric shimmer subtly, adding to the allure of her confident stride.

"Hey, master," she called, her voice teasing. "Can I have a pleasure to feast your eyes?"

She sauntered to the center of the penthouse living room, her bare feet whispering against the floor.

The music thrummed low and slow, a hypnotic rhythm that matched the sway of her hips as she began to move. Her fingers slid through her hair, tousling it effortlessly as her body melted into the beat.

Her movements were fluid and deliberate, each sway of her hips and roll of her shoulders drawing Parker's gaze like a magnet.

She arched her back slightly, running her hands down her sides, as though tracing her own curves. Her feet pivoted on the floor, turning her body in a slow spin that gave Parker an uninterrupted view of her.

"Someone's over excited, huh?"

Every shift of her weight made the thin straps of her skirt quiver, a tantalizing tease that kept his attention locked on her.

"Like what you see?" she teased, twirling and dipping low before rising again, her hands brushing over her body.

"You're... distracting," he admitted, his voice low.

"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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