CHAPTER 67

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
NADIA’S POV
His hands snake their way over the stretch of my bare skin, his teeth leaving a mark every place they sank into. From my neck down to the place between my breasts, he left me wet and wanting. Unlike the other times, this time I desperately craved his punishing touch, my body arching to give more access to his lips. I wanted him to mark me in the most forbidden parts of me and as I felt him grow closer to my entrance, I gave into the impatient urge, my hands moving to fist his hair but he was quicker, restraining my hands above my head.

“Easy there, tigress,” his eyes were full of lust.

“I don’t want to wait. Take me, Collins,” My breath was labored,” Take every part of me and mark me anyway you want right this minute,”

“Then say it,” he said, voice low and breathless.

I looked in his eyes, knowing damn well what he wanted to hear,” Take me, Alpha,”

A smirk crossed his face as he hovered over my body, slowly sliding down till his dick was teasing my entrance. Well, if not his mouth, his dick would damn well do the job and nothing would ruin this moment right now. Right before he could slide in, I woke up, sweating profusely and admittedly really turned on.

That dream had felt so real and so had his touch. I stepped out of the bed, cussing myself for letting him invade my dream. All I did was fall asleep for twenty minutes and Collins was back in my mind, torturing my body with the memory of how damn good his touch felt and how his very stare would make my panties twist. I glanced at the wall clock of the fancy single suite I was booked into, realizing I only had an hour forty-five minutes to get ready before Drake came knocking at my door.

I stepped into the shower and as the water cascaded over me, the memory of Collins teasing me in the bathroom on my birthday, took over my mind, my body impulsively heating up. Unconsciously, my hands travelled from my neck, down to my nipples, twisting, pinching while imagining they were his hands. One hand moved down to my entrance, running my finger over the middle before thrusting in, a moan leaving my lips, a feeling of ecstasy ripping through my body I let my mind flood with the thoughts of him, each thrust of my finger, leaving me drowning in pleasure. Wait, what was I doing?

At that thought my eyes flew open, quickly withdrawing my finger while trying to calm my breathing. Why was I letting him win over my thoughts? At this point, if I didn’t direct my thoughts somewhere else, then I was bound to find myself running right back into his arms when I set foot in town. Going back to Collins, would mean forgetting about revenging the deaths of people who meant the world to me and I was just not ready to do that. I quickly finished up bathing, then stepped out of the bathroom and into the rather magnificent walk-in wardrobe.

Even though we weren’t in talking terms yet, Sasha had been the one to pack up my clothes and judging from the outfits she’d packed, I was already regretting it. Nothing was remotely decently looking without giving off extremely sexy vibes. But then again, I was trying to forget Collins even for a while tonight. Why did I care about him anyway? I was very much single, something I hadn’t been in three years. As I ran my gaze across and right at the end of the closet, my eyes fell on the dress I’d won that first I’d meant Collins. It was a peach-colored Lizstud Women Sexy Club Halter Criss Cross Hollow Out Ruched Sleeveless Mini Bodycon dress. Well, fuck Collins because I was going to wear this tonight.

Thanks to Sasha, my make-up skills had improved incredibly since college and I had just fixed my fake eyelashes when the knock came. Taking one last look at myself in the mirror, I release a deep breath, grabbed my purse after I slid into my strapped heels. Opening the door, I was met with Drake dressed in a black suit but I did notice him get breathless for a mere few second before he composed himself.

“Shall we?” I stepped out, closing my door.

“Y-yeah. We would want to keep those two arrogant bastards waiting,” he said but before I could take a step, he had me pinned to the wall, his gaze hovered briefly over my lips before he raised his eyes to look into mine,” I’m really trying to start over but how am I supposed to remain sane if you are going to get dressed like that?”

“I did not dress up like this for you,” I paused, grabbing his chin,” Lets make one thing clear, Drake. If I want to feel sexy tonight, then I can damn well do. And if I want someone’s hands on me tonight, then I can well do that. You know why? Because I’m fucking single and walking into a club,”

“This is the part where I say, you go girl,” I turned my face just in time to see Trina, dressed up in a strapless, champagne colored body con party mini-dress and looking like someone who was ready to get railed really hard tonight.

“What are you doing here?” I questioned.

Drake moved away from, not looking surprised at all.

“You think I want to be here babysitting you either? I want to have fun, suck the life out of some poor human and if a man doesn’t known how to fuck me right, I might as well snap his neck off,” she said. How could she keep up such a straight face?

I ignored her, looking at Drake instead,” What is she doing here?”

“Babysitting but not you; William. I promised you nothing would happen to him and I intend to keep that. Now ladies, lets rock the night,” he smirked, leading the way to the elevator.

Trina was nothing like I remembered her and that scared me to the core. Not knowing what she was capable of doing, was messing up with my head but at least I wasn’t thinking of Collins anymore. Wait, shit. Now I was back to thinking of him again. I shifted my thought, trying to pull anything that would distract me all the to the Club Xtravagant and trust me, it was nothing short of its name. With Trina and I patched on either side of Drake’s arms, we walked inside, the loud music booming in the building.

“Mmmh…Yummy,” Trina spoke wistfully.

“Room twenty-eight. That’s where they should be. Shall we ladies?” Drake said.

“Can I talk to Trina alone for a minute? I promise we’ll right up after,” I said. Drake nodded, going ahead while I dragged Trina outside to a less loud part of the club’s terrace.

“What now?” she questioned; arms crossed.

“I’m begging up you. Please stop this, whatever it is. If you are mad, just vent on me and call me whatever names you’ve got lined up. Nothing you say is going to make me feel worse than I already do about what happened to you. You hear that, Trina?”

Her facial expression remained indifferent,” Are you done? I really did spot some very hot Latino that seemed he is ready to go freaky on me the moment I say yes,”

“Fine. Do what you want because honestly, now its going to be all on you,” I turned around, ready to stomp back inside and get the night done but her voice stopped me.

“I hate you,” her voice was soft but then she snapped,” I hate you, Nadia. How is it you get to hurt everybody around you and still somehow end up leading the smoothest, fulfilled life with men wanting you? I didn’t want to come to this town in the first place but you dragged me here and for what? For me to end up a cold-bloodied killer? I killed seven people yesterday just because it felt so damn good watching them fight for their lives,” she paused, her voice cracking for the first time since I met her yesterday,” Unlike you and Sasha, my job didn’t exactly pay much and I had to work longer hours. Even then, I still hoped that one day I’d eventually make it big like you two, then hopefully get back with Sean, get married, have two beautiful kids and settle in some countryside with two kittens and a puppy. That’s all I ever wanted and then once again, I found myself unable to say no when you persisted into coming to this little town out in the middle of nowhere. Now I’m some…creature, thirsting for human blood and knowing damn well I can’t fight the urge to kill when it rises. So yes, I hate you for ruining my life and then yet again, ending up unscathed, living your life like you didn’t ruin mine,”

“Trina, I…” I drawled to a stop, not knowing what to say.

“Don’t say a fucking apology to me but maybe for once, you should try not hurting anymore people,” she walked past me.