Page 7 of Vow of Revenge
What the hell was I doing? A sudden buzz of fear, or a vibrating warning, or whatever the hell it was, was electrifying my skin, telling me to back away from him.
Our extraordinary violent kiss was broken when I shunted his chest with my palms, stumbling as my heel caught the leg of the seat. Strong hands wrapped my waist, securing me against his pelvis. “Where do you think you’re going. The nights only started.”
“I’m going home now.” I looked over his shoulder, thankful for the reprieve from his eyes. “Syrah. The key fob. Now.”
His hands dropped. My body reluctantly moved away from his, reaching Syrah in a few quick steps.
“Are you okay?” Her expression held both disappointment and concern. I didn’t want to be the party pooper, but I wasn’t used to such intensity, and I’d certainly never met a guy like Kaleb who both scared and captivated me in one big bundle of hot fear.
“I’m fine. Just tired. I’ve got a deadline to meet for next week, and I want to get a head start in the morning.” It was a half lie.
I snatched the key fob from her dainty hand and strode towards the stairs, fighting with my reflexes not to look back at him. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing I wanted one last look. There was something untold in that kiss, feelings surfaced that were never meant to be formed. Kaleb was trouble. He was bad news, and I couldn’t afford to get sucked into his world. I’d had my share of hurt and loss in the past and wouldn’t entertain more misery.
Reaching the security men, my head turned involuntarily. Pressing a palm to the pillar, I inhaled deeply as Kaleb flicked his tongue along the waitress’s cleavage. That one seductive act made me hate her. I let out a steadying breath, watching helplessly, lost in the movement of his hands squeezing her ass. Why the hell did I even care? He was nothing to me.Asshole!
I left The Gods and entered the foggy underworld at the mouth of the stairs. I was dazed, crazed and confused. Shoving my way through the heaving swarm of swaying bodies, I bounced from one person to the next.
It was claustrophobic and too loud after the reprieve of being upstairs in the calm. Slippery arms weighed down my shoulders from behind. Hot breath blasted into my ear. “You wanna drink?” a slurred boom almost burst my eardrum.
Looking back over my shoulder, I met the dilated pupils of a bony topless man with a cigarette tucked behind his ear.
I just wanted out of this hell hole. “No thanks. I’m leaving.” My voice masked desperation but drifted into the music, swallowing my plan alive.
Fingers tightened on my biceps, forcing me to move with his hips. I spun around; my breasts unwillingly brushed up against his jutted ribs. The whites of his eyes grew bigger as he gazed down at me. They bugged wide with an amphetamine buzz. A delirious grin graced chapped red lips. “Dance with me. I love this fucking tune.” I could almost feel the surge charge through his muscles as he gave into the high.
“No, thanks.” I tried to push his body away, but he was held into place by dancers packed closely like a herd of sheep.
“Loosen up, love.”
“Get your arms off me!” I yelled to deaf ears. “I need to get out of here!”
His body gyrated as the crescendo of fast tempo beats burst into a powerful rhythm. I struggled to break free but rough lips crashed onto mine and a small hard disc was forced onto my tongue. It felt like a paracetamol tablet. With all my strength, I wrestled against his hold, but I was caged by the crowd, shoved into his body repeatedly. My heart slammed against my sternum and my head thrashed side to side. I needed to get the pill out of my mouth before it poisoned me.
No! Please No!
The force of his deep scavenge made me gag and suddenly, I swallowed.
Shit!
I fucking swallowed it. The small chalky pill stuck in my trachea like a stone. It wedged in my throat without any liquid to wash it down. I coughed into his open mouth, trying to dislodge it. His head jerked back in disgust.
“Fuck sake, don’t vomit. How many pills have you taken tonight?”
“What the hellwasthat?”
“Just an E. The hit from these ones will blow your mind.”
Shit! Shit! Shit! Please no!
“I’ve never taken drugs before, asshole!” My fist thumped his moist chest.
Panic seized my windpipe and the music grew so loud in my head that I couldn’t think straight. A wave of nausea churned as the pill journeyed further inside me.
“Just relax and let the music take over. Enjoy yourself. You can thank me later.” I should’ve punched the smug expectant fucker in the Adam’s apple, but I was too damn terrified to act on my instincts.
I couldn’t leave, not now. What if something happened, and I died alone in my bedroom? I didn’t want to be like the rest of the people in here. Hell, I didn’t even want to go out tonight, let alone pop pills and get off with a stranger. I wanted to be aware of my senses and be in control.
The bright neon sign for the toilets flickered on the far wall. Shoving my shoulder into everyone and anyone who moved in my path, I bulldozed my way into the cubicles. The ecstasy tablet, I’d unwittingly ingested had dissolved into my bloodstream. I had no idea what to expect or how my brain would react.
