Page 10 of Vow of Revenge
We danced as the music gave our bodies the beat to move. Her wide grin and light touches infected me with a disease of joy. As the high smacked my heart, I didn’t need to force the smile that stretched my cheeks – it was the poison doing its worst, and I let it.
After an hour or two of dancing, our sweat drenched clothes clung uncomfortably. I wanted to rip off the fabric that forbade me to touch her flushed skin. I craved to run my tongue from her clavicle to her naval, savouring the saltiness and worshipping the dips and dimples in her lower back.
This was heaven hidden in hell. I was losing my mind to the swell of false arousal and trying to stay inside the lines of my mind. Everything was heightened – I needed to chill the fuck out.
“Come with me.” I yanked her arm, trailing her behind the bar, through the staff exit, leaving the noise and clammy heat behind us. The cool air in the stairwell felt amazing, prickling my damp skin but nothing compared to the buzz of her skin on mine.
“Where are we going?” she panted.
With a fast pace, I led her down the metal staircase. “My place. We need to wind down.”
She didn’t refuse, but her tiny hand locked tightly. “I don’t go home with strangers.”
“Seriously?” I doubted her friend put up a fight with Brett. “We’re hardly strangers now. You can either come back to my place, where I can help you come down off the pill, or you can fuck off home and sit on your own,” I said bluntly.
The fire escape doors burst open into the night air. I inhaled the fresh crisp breeze feeling it surge through every sensitised cell in my body. Gavin, my driver, was waiting patiently in the blacked-out Merc at the rear of the club. The guy was paid well enough to wait on me while I partied.
Freya hesitated at the open car door. I could sense the internal fight, and to be honest it wasn’t what I expected from a party girl. This had to be her choice - I wasn’t prepared to coax an unwilling victim.
I jumped in the car using the far side door and waited quietly, cloaked in darkness.
“Ma’am?” Gavin nodded inwards.
A fucking sexy leather boot entered the car first, followed by her sinful figure wrapped in black. Fiendish eyes glowed in the shadows, conjuring incantations of sexual promises. I wanted to rip her clothes off, wrap my fingers in the lengths of her hair and drive into her so hard that she screamed my fucking name.
Torturous, slow and unfeeling.
“Do you know how long it will take for this to wear off?” She shuffled closer, the leather upholstery rubbing her boots.
I had no idea. In the past, Brett and I combined uppers and downers over a weekend, so the duration of hold for one pill was a mystery.
“A few hours maybe,” I replied as her lower lip slipped between her teeth. “Are you sure you want this?” I was unsure why I felt concerned. Her knee bounced and her fingers curled around the seat belt like she was holding herself back.
Her eyes cut to mine. “Yes, Kaleb. After surviving this drug, I can survive whatever you throw at me.”
I chuckled in a low rumble. “Confident about that?” The seam of her lips repeatedly entered that damn mouth of hers. My palms balled and the unusual rhythm of my heartbeat made me wonder if it matched hers. “Gavin. Stop off at a petrol station and buy chewing gum.”
If she continued to suck and chew her mouth, I would end up ramming my dick into it before we arrived at my place.
Everything I touched felt different, amazing, and dare I say it, sexy as sin. Dancing with Kaleb in the club was freeing and fun. He held me close and calmed my heart when the high exploded through my body, erupting like a volcano of ecstasy. His stern features softened as he too gave in to its authority.
Together we enjoyed the experience, in the safety of each other’s presence. His beautiful smile shone, curling towards those enchanting blue eyes, banishing his usual cocky composure and gifting me with a feeling of safety. Its power knotted my stomach and blistered heat between my legs. I felt the drug enhanced chemistry between us scorch the earth – the people around us disappeared, and I was lost in a world that contained only me and him.
The second he popped a pill, just so I knew he was having the same experience, was like applying an invisible veil of comfort. It nudged my opinion of him, and I began to reconsider my instincts. I was inexplicably drawn to him. Each noticeable glance lingered. It felt like he was assessing my every move and it only added to the intrigue of his danger.
Now, as we sat in the back of his town car, the dynamics of the scenario changed. We were driving back to his place under the guise of respite from adrenaline. I was fooling myself if I thought this guy wouldn’t try anything. That’s why we were leaving the club - I wasn’t stupid, and he knew that. We both knew what was going to happen between us. It was written all over his handsome face – and I wanted whatever he had to offer.
A niggle of apprehension fluttered in my stomach. His haunted soul seeped out of his dilated crystal blue orbs. This spellbinding man radiated danger, yet I was freely inhaling thick lustful air in his company. Did that make me a fool, or was I just prepared to leave the safety of my normal life to delve into my own menacing soul and find out what it truly needed.
“Where do you live?” I asked, crossing my legs at the ankles.
“Shrewsbury Road. We’ll be there soon.”
“Millionaires Row?”
“Yeah, I bought a house a few years back after the property bubble burst. Prices of properties fell about 50%. It was a bargain.” His gaze fell outside the car like he was trying to distance himself.
“Do you live alone.”
