36. You Need Sex

**D-A-K-O-T-A**

Ryan, the slayer of innocent girls and their flimsy hymens.
*What a dickhead!*
I can't believe he is hitting on a girl same as his sister's age. He really has weird kinks.
"What is your name?"
I look up at her, amusingly. Her tiny dress hardly captivates her alluring body, which is quite satisfying to watch. A smirk appears on my face as I feel the desperation in her voice, curious to know about me.
She caught my attention since the day I saw her with Ryan. Her innocent brown eyes were stealing glances at me in not so innocent way.
"It's Dakota, love."
Suddenly, out of nowhere the girl starts laughing like a car's engine. Nonstop. I fold my arms, arch my eyebrow as I wait for her to shut up, but she continuously laughs like a brainless doll. As if someone put batteries in her and forgot to put a switch button.
I chuckle. *Totally Ryan types.*
Honestly, I am not interested in her. In fact, she is not even my type.
She is so naïve. And I don't like naïve, Disney girls.
But seeing Ryan being so much interested in this girl caused my curiosity to know more about her. After all, it's not everyday you catch him hiding a chick. Unless that chick is the hen that lays golden eggs.
That's why I bet on her.
Because I love to see Ryan get pissed off and lose his brain. Sometimes, I just like to pull his strings to play my own tunes.
"I am sorry... I ... Ha ha hhaaaaaaaahh!"
I look up at her, and she is still laughing. Her giggles echoes in the room, reminding we two are alone. All alone and she is not much in her senses.
*What a silly girl!*
"Bu-but isn't Dakota a girl's name?” She chuckles. Her mouth is red and puffed up. I know she is not done laughing at me.
"It's... Unisex." I tell her with a straight face.
"You need sex?" She gaps. Her laughs stop and eyes widen like a chameleon. She really had balls to say that.
I intimidatingly narrow my eyes. "No... U-N-I-Sex." I spell it for her.
"You and I... sex?" She asks looking at me and then over the bed, probably imagining. Her chest continues to heave heavily the longer her eyes stay on me.
What is she doing? Trying to play dumb and get fucked.
My lips twitch upwards as I gawk at her sexually. "Are you offering?" Her breathing hike as she stares at me from infinity to beyond. Her eyes are swollen and lips parted, while she takes loud sharp breaths that can be heard in the entire room.
*Interesting.*
"No-o ay-I was askin think-in what you-o said." She mumbles jumbles as she looks down, hiding her flushed face. She is really, really... *silly*.
How carelessly she is standing in front of me in a room alone where no one can hear her screams or pleas. She is drunk and can be very easily ravished.
*What is her name again? Emily.. No. Emara, right?*
"You are really..." I stand up from the bed and stride towards her. "Really... a bad kitty." I whisper, standing close to her. I look down at her panting body, our chests are just an inch away. Her cleavage line deepens as she folds her hand protectively around her breast.
*Wrong move.*
I look away from her chest. The room is silent and colored in red. The only sound that can be heard is the sound of heartbeats mixed with heavy breathing which are coming from Emara.
*So naïve..*
I lean my head to the level of her face and gravely speak, "You know I am a man." And just like everyone, we all have desires. We have testosterone that turns us into a craving animal. And right now she is looking like a delicious meat.
*Even if she tried, she will not be able to stop me. But is she aware?*
"Bu-but Dakota is a girl's name." The girl inaudibly murmurs under her breath. But oh, I heard it.
My hands curl around her waist, and with a jerk I pull her towards me. She gasps loudly as her breast collides with my sturdy chest. My lips curl up in a grin and I purr slowly in her ears, "Oh well! I can prove to you how big of a man I am. Right here. Right now."
She is so stupid and naïve. to think she would poke the lion and he won't eat her. "I-wh-um-huh" She shudders, a tiny yelp more like a moan releases from her lips as my words register in her drunk mind.
Oh, right... She is drunk.
*And so careless.*
Even if I did anything to her right now, she won’t know or remember later. *Where is the fun in that?*
I pull my hands away from her small waist as I stand straight and ask her, "Who invited you here?" I never thought I would meet her here. In this house.
Emara blinks her lashes rapidly as she stays glued to the wall like an obedient lizard. I roll my eyes, this is so irritating. "You! Who brought you here?" I again ask, in a higher pitch.
"Ana." She replies in a tiny pitch.
I nod and begin to walk towards the door, away from her and her inviting red plum lips. *This is so irritating!*
I open the door and look back at the scared kitty who is still glued to the wall. "Come." With wobble legs she walks towards me like the creepy girl from The Rings who climbs out of the TV.
*She is no where my types.*
I roll my eyes to the back end of my head as suddenly out of nowhere she begins to swim. She paddles her hands in the air, taking little graceless steps towards me.
*What a weird girl!*
I walk away from her and descend the stairs. The music is softly thumping in the background, but the howls and screams are heard clearly. This was supposed to be a private party. How many people did Ken invite?
I turn around and find the girl on the top of stairs reciting a prayer to god. I chuckle as she holds the wall and begins to climb down very... very slowly. I never met a weirdo like her.
*She is slow like internet explorer.*
I turn around and see her legs dancing on the edge of steps. In an instance, I grab her elbow before she falls and hurt her beautiful face. "Watch you step." I growl, holding her skinny arms.
*She is clumsy too.*
The girl looks up at me and smiles beautifully. I feel a beat in my chest when her fingers brush over my cheeks softly. "Yo-u have pretty ears." She giggles.
*My ears? And pretty? Really?*
"Hmm. How come?” I ask her amusingly. She chuckles like a generator and says, "Coz they look like parachutes." Then laughs out loud like a crackhead.
I roll my eyes. *Is she for real?*