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Raven
My heart thundered in my ears, and anxiety surged in my chest as I stared up into the familiar eyes of someone I used to know. Someone I never thought I would run into again. Eyes as blue as a cloudless sky and hair thick and wavy styled to perfection. How had he not changed a bit but still look so....different?
Nicos' hands steadied me as I stumbled backwards and I found my fingers digging into his broad shoulders. Shoulders that felt good under my touch.
No. Stop that. I thought, but my body had no intentions of listening to me. My eyes widened when he seemed to have no idea who he was holding in his grasp. Or did he and he just didn't care?
It's hard to think that the men who tormented me every day in high school had no intention of doing so now. Unless they didn't recognize me. I mean, I did look different, but I imagined some of my facial features were the same. This had a whole A Cinderella Story effect, and it was throwing me for a loop.
I steeled my gaze, remembering all of the hateful words and the embarrassing things he and Dominic did to me. My gaze slid behind him, and sure enough, the devil was standing right there. He was watching me with a heated expression that I couldn't decipher. I looked back at the startling blue gaze and saw he was about to speak. I narrowed my eyes, not willing to listen to anything he had to say. Not right now.
I pushed out of his grasp and made my escape to the dance floor. When I was surrounded by plenty of bodies, I peeked around them discreetly and found them both staring in my direction.
What were they doing here?
I had avoided them both for the entire 10 years that it's been since that horrifying moment when Dominic attempted to throw me like a ragdoll. I made sure to avoid every room they were in, skipped classes as much as I could without it affecting my ability to graduate. It helped that they graduated before me and I had two years of a somewhat reprieve. I figured they were busy with the "family business" and I...I was busy reinventing myself.
I pressed my fingers into the silk of my mask, ensuring it was still in place. Bodies were grinding and dancing along the entire length of the dance floor. I found Chris as he leaned against a pillar staring in the direction of the far end of the room. A handsome man sat with a glass of alcohol in his hand and his eyes gazing at the dance floor.
My mood was soured, but at least I could cheer Chris on.
"Why don't you go say hi?" I offered, and he shook his head. He was still on the shy side when it came to approaching someone in public, preferring to watch or waiting for them to come to him first.
"Who was that you were talking to? I couldn't really see from here, I will say, his back end...real nice," he asked with a wink, and my sour mood turned worse.
"Um. You're not going to like it..." I said, and he raised a brow. We started dancing, blending in with the crowd. The music caressing my senses like silk. "You remember Nico Moretti?"
Chris's eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched. He hated them just as much as I did. Did I hate them? The reaction I had to his touch earlier didn't exactly scream hate.
"Don't tell me..."
"Yup," I said, popping the "p" in my words. I swayed my hips to the beat of the music, letting the beat take me out of my feelings.
"What did they say to you? Did they hurt you?" He asked, instantly reverting to the protector role he used to take when we were younger.
"You know...I don't think they realized who I am. They almost seemed intrigued."
"Play that to your advantage. Perhaps..." He paused as he came up to dance with me while his eyes strayed back to the man he had been eyeing all night. "Perhaps you can reverse the rolls a little bit. Play the hand you were just dealt. Maybe you can give them a taste of their own medicine."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, they don't know who you are. We are in a glorified s*x club. They obviously want you based on how they keep staring over here," he said, and I attempted to turn around and look, but his hands caught me and held me close to him. To anyone else, it looked like two people dancing and having fun. He spun me around to let me have a look without being too conspicuous. "They haven't taken their eyes off of you. They look like they want to eat you up. Can't say I blame them. You look stunning tonight. But, I say use that seductive prowess to your advantage. You get to scratch an itch and, at the same time, say that you were able to get one up on the Nico Moretti and Dominic Cruz."
"How do I pick one? Both? That's ludicrous."
Yes, I came here looking to get some action, but Nico and Dominic? I could say they both weren't attractive, but that would be an absolute lie. I could feel my thighs rubbing together to ease the heat starting to build in my core. I could imagine both of them with their hands on me, their grips on my hips, and mouths on my throat.
Were they biters? Were they rough? Are they as dominant in the bedroom as they were in the world around them?
"Is it so crazy to believe? Look at where we are. I say, lure them into your hold. Take them and show them exactly what they missed out on. The treasure that you are. Make them go absolutely crazy. I know you can. And who says you have to choose? Both could be fun. New and exciting, and after tonight, you'll never have to see them again. You can live out that wild fantasy you told me about in high school the one where you thought Nico was the hot prince who would come to your rescue. Only you're no damsel in distress and you aren't in need of saving. He is in need of shelter from you, little viper."
I thought about his words as I put an extra sway in my hips as I danced. Dominic's eyes were narrowed as he watched us from afar. His eyes zeroed in on where Chris's hands were on my waist and all of a sudden the idea of making them jealous and driving them absolutely crazy seemed even more fun. This was a dangerous game, a dance of obsession.
Could I separate feelings?
Could I lock the pain in the past and maybe f**k with them the way they did me?
Could I block myself off from the repercussions?
Like Chris said, it was only one night. Maybe I could. Maybe I could play out some of my wildest fantasies, just for tonight.
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