Page 9 of Vow of Revenge
The perfect one-night stand.
She continued to drag her nails up and down the black material covering her shapely thighs, feeling every inch of the fabric like it was luxurious and not cheap crap. “I’m freaking out a little. Do you know if Syrah was going home?” In two small strides she was close enough to smell.
Coconut, or washing powder, or just fucking clean shit. Who the hell knew what scent it was and why it smelled so good? Her mouth tipped towards the side of my face and the warmth of her words prickled my scalp with a sweet, girly softness. “Did she leave with that guy?”
I raised my glass like a shield. “How the fuck should I know?” Probably. More than likely. I was busy with Tequila and tits.
The toes of her sexy boots nudged my shoes, her hips angling neater into my thigh. I held my ground, raising my chin away from her face. She stood there, waiting for something. All I wanted to do was yank her hair, so her head dropped, and she fell to her knees.
“I’m scared,” she mumbled, just loud enough to be heard. Sure, she was scared, and I was the gatekeeper to hell.
“You’ll be okay in a few hours.” I leaned back. She was too close.
Invisible strands were roping me to her, and I couldn’t muster the power to snip the fuckers off and break free.
I had a choice. I always had a choice. I could’ve hung around and enjoyed the front row seat to her car crash evening or pop a few pills myself to level the playing field. If I took the same shit as her, then she’d trust me like a lamb bouncing down the field towards the trailer with a one-way ticket to slaughter. Garnering her trust meant I could fuck her sideways and walk away feeling smug. She didn’t know it yet, but she was all mine tonight.
“Wait here, I’ll be back in a minute,” I ordered.
It’s not like I haven’t experimented with drugs before. Brett and I tried pretty much everything we were warned not to take. I wasn’t a fan of chemicals, they altered my thoughts and emotions, fucking me up for weeks. I preferred to stick with alcohol, but tonight Freya and I were going on a fuck filled journey together. I could handle anything – even her.
I knew, Kev, the barman, sold gear to certain clientele. Luckily, he had a few ecstasy pills left over. I dropped the tiny speckled tablet in my mouth and washed it down with a slug of whiskey. Turning back to face the balcony, I spotted her immediately. I became the spectator to her stimulated surrender. Freya was unravelling in the feelings of pleasure coursing through every muscle. A broad beam of red light blazed behind her body, highlighting her curvy silhouette and fucking sexy hair tumbling over narrow shoulders. She was a fallen angel, ready to inflict havoc on the world. This was going to be fun. A charge of adrenaline gave way to my low chuckle. Shaking my head lightly, I smiled at the idea of owning that sexy swaying ass of hers tonight.
I drained the glass, setting it on the bar. She glanced over at me, offering a wide smile. I noticed that without thought, her body pivoted towards me. Yeah, she needed to be fucked, and I’d take great pleasure in being the guy who’d give it to her. I was happy to use her and to fulfil my vow of revenge. It wasn’t my problem if she didn’t know me. Sauntering back toward her, with one hand in my jeans pocket and the other wrapping a bottle of water, I mentally shrugged off the warning bells in my head.
Freya snatched the water bottle and unscrewed the cap. “Thanks. I’m so thirsty.” Water trickled free, rolling down her chin. A droplet hung from her chin momentarily and then rolled down the soft curve of her throat. My eyes closed briefly, blocking it out.
“Are you staying?” She held her breathe, waiting, innocently hoping, like me being with her was the right thing for her. Whatever. She was wrong.
“Yeah.” That’s all I could say before my hands caged her shapely hips, pulling her hard and tight to my groin. I knew the chemicals would take a while to fuse with my bloodstream, but in that second, with her breasts pressed into my chest, rushes of tingles gave way to a subtle shiver. Every hair follicle reluctantly took an order to stand up and enjoy. Staring down into her eyes, I forced myself to smile back at her. I wanted to wipe the friendlessness off her pretty face because she was playing a better game than I was.
A halo of fire wrapped her pupils. “The music is so good.” Short fingernails drifted up my arms. The vibrations radiating off her body were pestering my dick.
An unwanted swell in my heart pulsated as I began to feel odd flutters of a gradual high surface. Her warmth wrapped my torso, and I cursed my own deception as I accepted it. It felt fucking amazing. She was in my possession – like she was meant to be there. I doubted my shady plan to only use her for sex and considered the option of having her again after tonight.
Just for fun, of course.
Like a cat toying with a mouse before its tiny heart gives up the battle.
Reality always lurked in the back of my mind, like a thick black drip of tar, waiting to smoother the possibility of a woman being in my life for more than just vengeance. A shiver rattled down my spine.
“Are you okay?” She peered up at me – as if I was the one who needed protection.
“I took a pill. We’re both on them now. It’s best to dance it off while we hit the high together.” My lips brushed over the shell of her ear, and I felt her sharp intake of air.
She was so responsive to my touch. Not greedy and expectant but uncertain, laced with exhilaration. Her amber eyes twinkled with unsaid appreciation. This was the very reason I hated chemical highs, they were messing with my equilibrium, fucking with my sanity. It took every last bit of self-control to quirk my lips to a smile instead of covering her mouth with mine in a rough and hungry kiss – simply because she looked good, and I was high as a kite. I knew I could control this fake need to protect her, swapping it out with the plan to control her for the night instead.
Her hand fitted into my mine, soft, warm and inviting. The aftershock of skin on skin contact hurled a tremor down my back. I was beyond turned on, every touch and every unspoken glance, was tipping my resolve.
I had a sudden desire to make her cry. To watch her emotions spill out – to know that I had been the one to inflict pain.
The music pounded in my chest like jungle drums of caution. My palms roamed freely, my mouth inches from her cheek as my head lowered just to inhale the intense scent of her heated skin.
My mind raced.
My heartbeat thrummed.
My dick strained against my jeans.
