Chapter 02
I stood stiffly where I was, the loud music being heard even from this distance. I sighed again, I've been doing that since I came here. Well, I might as well get it over with. It's fresher's night and I'm having an internal debate on why I shouldn't be here. Of course I won the debate, having so many reasons on why I shouldn't but since I'm here already, let me just go for it.
I began walking further into the penthouse where the party is taking place, the music increasing in volume the closer I got.
Pushing the door open, I flinched at the commotion inside. The air was already corrupted, it now reeks of sweat and alcohol. The music at its peak, blasting through the massive home theaters and almost causing the whole place to shake and quake and rumble. This is going to be a nightmare. At least I can survive it, drunk.
Shoving past sweaty bodies, I made for the bar, already knowing where it is. My own freshers party had taken place here as well. Flicking through my options, I settled for a Russian vodka. I needed something just as strong. I won't say I'm the best at alcohol endurance but I've gone to enough parties to build a somewhat high tolerance.
Someone snatched the bottle out of my hand. They lightly brushed their hand against mine in the process and a sliver of electricity followed in its wake. I turned around and was met with Lust's appealing frame.
"Give me it". I demanded harshly, though my words lacked any bite.
He walked to the opposite swivel chair and sat down, so gracefully, it almost hurt to see. My eyes following his every movement.
"You've had enough to drink". He pointed out hinting at my slightly tipsy sways.
"Who're you to decide that?". I slurred. Okay, he's probably right. I didn't realise how much I have had but he doesn't need to know that.
"What do you think?". He tilted his head in amusement, staring at me, something I couldn't name in his gaze.
"Just give me the damn alcohol".
"Feisty, I like it".
"Give me it". I drawled in a much higher tone, pissed now.
"Why are we drinking?".
"There's no we and it's none of your business". I snapped.
He nodded, contemplating "Since you won't tell me, now be a good boy and go home. No more drinking, okay?".
"You can't tell me what to do".
"I believe I just did". He stated standing up to leave, the unfinished vodka in his left hand and I know I couldn't let him go, not sure why.
I stood up, unsteady, almost. My right hand shot out and I grabbed onto his lean arms. He trembled quite visibly at the contact and in a flash of motion I was suddenly pinned to the bar counter. His eyes ran hotly over my face, occasionally stopping at my lips or he'd stare too deeply into my eyes.
"Don't start what you cannot finish". He groaned low in his throat and I shivered at the sound.
"You don't know that". I spurted, massive blame on the alcohol.
His eyes took on a blazing cruelty, their fire threatening to burn the deepest part of me.
I freed my hands from his trembling grasp, my right hand tracing his lean muscles, relishing in the way his jaw clenched,throat booped and eyes burned.
"Don't". He gritted out, causing me to smile as he struggled with controlling himself.
"Why not?, I know you want it too". I taunted, splaying my hands at his slightly unbuttoned shirt, feeling the elegant muscles beneath my wandering fingers.
His eyes glowed, literally, taking in a purple almost pinkish glow and my legs wobbled at the seductive flame in his gaze.
"Come with me". He whispered and before I could register the command, my body followed him. What's going on?.
He held firmly onto my wrist, dragging me hurriedly after him. I didn't know where he was taking me but for some reason, I couldn't fight it.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't realise we stopped moving and had gone into a room until he slammed me harshly against the door. I was startled.
He sniffed me, then took a ragged breath before leaning his entire weight on me.
The action affecting me more than it should.
I inhaled sharply before pulling my hand away from his tight grip. I ran the now free hand up and down his arm, feeling him tense up.
"Stop that". He whispered.
"I don't want to". I whispered back, making sure my words were coated in sincerity.
He pulled his head away from my neck to look at me. His orbs were still glowing but confusion was swirling in them.
I cupped his face, not really knowing what I'm doing. I held it with a gentleness I didn't know I possessed up until this moment. Tracing his firm jawline, I swiped my thumb slowly across his lips and felt his breath stutter. I wanted to taste them, so badly, the need almost consumed me.
"Please". I begged, not sure what for.
He closed his eyes but I didn't like that, I wanted to swim in those beautiful, captivating orbs. So I brought my hand down his throat, squeezing slightly. His eyes shot open and were blazing with what I could only describe as fervent need.
I flipped us around, taking control now. The fire in his gaze burning brighter and… "Fuck". I feel hot, scorching heat.
"Sami, please, just a taste". I begged desperately, voice low and husky.
His face flushed, lips parted, eyes wide. The sight took my breath away.
I don't know where this uncontrollable yearning is coming from but it's certainly most welcomed and in this moment, I want nothing more but to quench this undying thirst of desire that he invoked in me. And judging by the seductive glow in his dilated pupils, he wants me just as much and god… that knowledge is enough to unravel the depths of my arousal.