Chapter 4

We walk to the club and as we enter, I feel some heightened sixth sense, like I am being watched. I try to shake off the feeling yet, it does not leave me.

I hear words in my head suddenly ‘Why are you dressed like a harlot little dove?’ the voice is enraged.

I shake my head and ignore this weird interaction. Tiffany and I approach the bar and order our drinks. My toes are tapping to the music, I do everything I can to ignore the lurking feeling until I feel it shift somewhere else. I hope it has left.

“Damn Vel. There are so many hotties here!”

“I know right! I am going to go dance, maybe I will get lucky with someone just my type” I tell her, she laughs and pushes me forward.

I am dancing my heart out, my hands are above my head, I am moaning. For me, dancing is another stress reliever that I can also make sensual to entice some lucky man into my warm wetness. I feel the lurking presence again like it is getting closer. This presence is not welcome, it feels dark, powerful, and full of sinful promise that could drag me to hell. I feel his arms wrap around me; I feel his hands caressing my sides. I moan like I am not myself. I feel his hand caress my neck, while his other hand is holding my hip like I could escape. I hear him whisper with a smirk

“Nice tattoo” I smile without turning around

“Thanks, I have had it all my life, do not know why but, it’s cool”

I feel his mouth touch my neck as he whispers

“I think I know why little dove” he starts to devour my neck. I moan and whimper at his sinful assault while is hands are exploring me. My breathing turns ragged when I feel his hand start to slowly move up my thigh. I start to have an image in my head. I am somewhere else; I am in luxurious room with dark themed colors. We are in bed, and he is doing wicked things to my body as I writhe in pleasure. I hear him whisper

“you’re so beautiful, and this dress with his body is mine!” the sexy stranger growls

I start panting as I feel my body give him free reign over my entire being. I feel him starting to devour my every essence, and the image in my head continues to get more erotic as I nearly scream in pleasure but, hold it back.

I suddenly feel like he is trying to lead me away from the crowds of people. With keen eyes that snap open, I notice he is pulling me towards a dark hallway of the club where there is an exit. I become fearful and do not wish to die tonight thanks to a psycho.

I surprise him by pushing him away. I see his face, and I almost scream when it is the man that has haunted my dreams. I see his smirk and he reaches for me. I slap his hand; I start running away from the dance floor. When I get to the bar, I look back and he is no longer there. I breath a sigh of relief and decide to go outside for a breath of fresh air. I take the stairs up to a party deck and relax on a lounge for awhile enjoying a drink. I notice tiffany with her face attached to a smoking hot blond. I am happy for her, so I give a whoop of encouragement.

After an hour or so, I decide to head back downstairs. I see Tiffany walking off with the hot girl, and I know she is going to have fun. Now, for me to find some sexual action. I walk around the dance floor area, I thankful when I do not see that sinful hotly anymore however, I feel a different presence just as powerful yet, my skin is tingling, and I feel myself becoming very aroused.

I am looking around when I find a sexy man staring at me with carnal lust swelling in his eyes. I walk up to him, after the sexual incident earlier, I need release immediately.

“Hey there big fella” I sweetly say, laying on the charm

“Hey yourself gorgeous” he says with a devious look.

“I have been here all night, and this play is getting lame, no one is even tried to show me a good time” I say with a coy smile

I see his eyes light up, and wicked grin forms on his face

“I think I can help with that sexy!” I smirk as I lead the way out.

He takes my hand and for the first time ever without thinking, I walk him back to my penthouse. I moan in sexual tension; my hand free hand is caressing my body like I am cold. I see he takes notice of this, and he is not oblivious to my obvious sexual need.