Ryan led her to the parking lot. He had sensed the envy of every man in the club as he led her out. Also, he couldn't help but notice the drools that she received from every single man in the club as they lustfully grazed across her curvaceous body. Damn! Almost every man there was undressing her and imagining things much more intense and intimate with her.

There he was burning with desire for days and men get to ogle as though she is the only piece of candy in the store for the kids. Ridiculous, he thought. He had to make his point, claim her as his. For that he had to take things in control. He instantly knew what he had to do for the same.

He pushed her onto the nearby car. Nuzzling into the crook of her neck, he let her tempting cologne fill his nostrils whilst his hands traveled to grab her waist, steadying her in the time. His lips slowly gliding across the path of her throat. He could sense the trail of goosebumps to his every single touch on her. She was damn reactive and responsive to his touch.

Kristine couldn't help but smirk, she knew she was a temptress and men fell into her trap too easily. Her fingers threaded with his thick jet black hair, pulling it adequately enough to provoke him further.

Having his lips reach to the sensitive flesh around her ear, he bit her before whispering to her, "My place or yours?" He had stayed intact in his place.

She was puzzled for a second, "Mine is fifteen minutes drive from here. Yours?" Pulling apart, he questioned not bothering to explain.

"Almost thirty minutes drive." She replied.

"Then it's decided, we are going to my place." He hauled her into his car and rushed to take the driver's seat. She still held the confusion in her eyes and it did irritate him. Confusion was the last reaction he would want to receive from her.

"If I would have continued I would have taken you right here." He didn't hesitate tad bit while revealing the piece of information to her. "But I didn't want it to be that way." He tuck a strand behind her ear and the back of his fingers brushed across her cheek.

His eyes traveled to the depth of her oceanic brown ones and held it. She looked naturally beautiful. It took every bit of his self-control and every ounce of strength in him to stand by his words and not pull her into him right there in the car.

Pulling his hand away from her, his fingers curled around the steering wheel as he sharply inhaled. "The drive won't take long." He stated reassuringly more to himself than to Kristine.

It amazed her to see him holding onto his lust and have his desire in control. She had known men who would have harshly pulled her and ripped off every piece of fabric that covered her. And here, he was trying hard to not give into his desire in the middle of the parking lot.

She thought of trying to push his control. Leaning into his side of the car, crushing her delicious frame into him, she purred huskily into his ear, "I want the ride to be long."

His eyes trailed from the path ahead into her direction. The girl surely knew how to push him but he wasn't the one to let go off of something that can be more pleasurable when savored and less otherwise. "This one would be short but the other one would be long; really long." He emphasized on the later bits of his statement. Without wasting anymore time he started the engine and car roared into life.

She laughed at his desperation as well as his commitment. Men! She rolled her eyes at the thought.

He pulled the car onto the road and accelerated, moving faster. While Kristine took this opportunity to study his features. He was gorgeous, she knew it but never had the leisure time to look at him for too long. She would rather steal glances than to be caught ogling at the man she had to trap. She wasn't supposed to ruin the plan.

Now was the time. She now had the chance to glance at him though only at his side profile, up close.

His eyes were dark and nicely shaped. The eyelashes thick, enough to be the reason for every girl's envy. The high cheekbones highlighted the strong muscular face. A light hint of stubble gave him a rugged look. His muscular chest filled the t-shirt perfectly.

She wondered if beneath the t-shirt was a lean, taut body or muscular and firm abs. She for once wanted to draw his shirt above his head and find out. Dismissing the idea, she shook her head. Maybe she had something wrong to drink, back in the club.

He wasn't just gorgeous but drop-dead gorgeous. Every girl would willingly throw themselves at him, even crawl and beg on their knees and hands, to him. He would have any girl in his arm with a snap of his fingers. She was just like any other random girl to him, she thought.

"We are here." He announced,breaking through her thoughts. She looked up at him and suddenly recovered.

Let the countdown begin, her evil mind remarked.

"Come." He held the passenger door for her. His boyish grin had her stomach knotted for an unknown reason.

Forwarding his hand to her, he waited for her to take it. She gladly slid her small, soft hand into his large ones. Without hesitating he brought her hand near to his face and lowered, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

"Is that what you drove this long for?" Her perfectly shaped brows arched at him as she faked disappointment with a slight pout to her lips.

He didn't bother to reply back instantly rather he pulled her into his arms. Holding onto the sides of her waist, he groaned. She had no idea how tormented his body felt under her skin.

"This doesn't even start to define what I have brought you here for." His eyes darkened with a thick layer of lust. The intensity in his eyes made her shudder in response.

"Is that so?" Her laugh was contagious and struck a chord within him.

"You have got no idea." His voice grew thick and hoarse.

"Really-" Her unspoken words were swallowed into his mouth as he meshed his firm lips over her plush ones. She hadn't seen the kiss coming. Her hands rested on his broad chest, feeling the muscles tense under her touch.

His lips gently savoring the taste of her juicy lips. Moving his lips with skilled expertise across hers, ignited the burning desire for more.

Closing her eyes, she replayed the words she had once heard rather learnt.

If you are ever to be kissed, play slow. Nibble, suck and keep it slow. In case the pair of lips on yours feel harsh, go wild on him because that's how men love their kisses to be.

The words replayed in her head and she willingly tried to follow. But what amazed her was his tongue stroking the seam of her lips. Never was she kissed this madly before. He didn't bother to rush, taking his own sweet time tasting her buds. As if he had all the time in the world just to kiss her.

For a person she thought of him to be, his lips were plush and delicious to lick. Unintentionally,she found herself responding to his kiss.

Brushing his fingers along the waist, his hands ran up across the length of her spine and tangled into her hair strands. Tilting her head sideways, he nibbled at her lower lip, making her moan.

Kill him.

His tongue swept into her mouth and tangled with hers. Accessing every corner of her mouth swaying his tongue across. Her tongue battled with his trying to seek dominance while he led the kiss, as well as her. 

He had dreamt of this moment times and again in the past couple of days but nothing justified the plumpness of her soft lips and the toxic taste she possessed.

Kill him.

The fierce spark in her was something that pulled him to her. And he didn't wish to break the kiss anytime sooner. The kiss turned wild and passionate with each passing second.

Kill him. Will you?

When it became difficult to breath, he pulled apart.

Lost the chance, once. The annoyed whisper rang in her ears and she alarmed. 

"I just can't get enough of you." He admitted still panting hard.

She had no clue, how anyone could ever kiss the way he did, let alone having made her feel light-headed.

His lips crashed onto hers once again. However, it didn't last for long as the constant loud ringing of his phone made him pull apart. He knew the ringtone and the caller. While she didn't look pleased with his move, he in turn swore for the bad timing of his friend.

As much as he wanted to avoid the call, he knew he couldn't. He pulled out his cell phone and before he could answer, he passed quick glance in her direction. There she stood, fuming.

There you go. The voice seemed equally irate.

"I need to take this call," his eyes pleading back at her, "please."

"Not that you won't, if I ask you not to." She spat bitterly at him, moving a few steps away from him as she struggled to maintain distance.

He wanted to pacify her but he knew if he didn't answer the call, it wouldn't help either. So without wasting another second, he barked, "Yes!"

"Do you know where is Anne?" He heard from the other end without even bothering to exchange pleasantries or even bothering to retort back to the barking person.

"She must be there at the party, Tom." He stated in confusion.

"If that would have been the case, I wouldn't have bothered to interrupt your night with the hot chic." Thomas growled.

"You knew, still you did interrupt." His friends would never make a move like this at times like these. And yet they did, which meant it was serious.

"It's about Anne, dude." He could imagine his friend running his hand through his hair in frustration.

"Where is she?"

"If only I knew, you would have continued with your banging on the bed." Ryan chose to ignore the sarcasm in his friend's voice.

"Call her."

"Do you hear yourself?" Because if he did, he would know he was being ridiculous. If Thomas could have easily called and contacted Anne, he wouldn't have bothered to ring this thick-head friend of his.

"Where are you?" Ryan questioned not bothering to answer Thomas.

"Meet me at the same club." Tom replied instantly. "And you better make it quick." He hung up without giving Ryan a chance to reply.

Ryan turned back to where Kristine stood with an annoyed expression. "We need to get back."

She arched her brows at him, not letting her furious expression slip. "I am needed at the club."

"I thought that I was the one working there." He opened his mouth to form a reply but she did not let him have his chance, "I don't want to stay either."

She got into the car not wanting to listen to any of his excuses. This was a different experience yet never was she ever ignored by men, rather she was the one to do so.

He pulled his car into the driveway, making his way back to the club. The silence thickened in the air and he could no longer hold it.

"It's about my friend, Anne. She isn't to be seen anywhere in the club neither is anyone able to contact her." He reasoned, hopeful that she would understand. Anne was a close friend to him. He was concerned.

"I can help." The words were announced even before she could think of taking it back.

"We will manage." His voice was as gentle as the smile that crept across his face. At least she wasn't mad any longer.

It seemed better to withdraw as she thought he didn't want her help. Unknowingly, it did hurt.

He hopped out as soon as he reached the club. She didn't know what came into her mind that she again spoke as she moved to his side, "Being the manager of the club, I can really be of great help." Not to forget the powers, she thought.

"I appreciate the offer but I wouldn't bother you with this." He smiled back at her.

She grabbed his phone from his grasp and punched something into it before handing it back to him. "In case you need my help, you would know how to reach me."

His eyes jumped onto the screen and back at her. She had handed over her number to him with a soft smile. He couldn't utter anything but a "Sure."

His eyes scanned the area in search of Thomas, or even better Anne. Finally he found Thomas appearing from one corner.

His eyes trailed back at Kristine, "You should go, until and unless you want me to accompany you." She knew he didn't want her to accompany him, so rather she made the move to part ways.

"Bye." And with that she moved into the club only to collect her belongings before she left for the Dark Valley. Her head still pounding with voices.

Why didn't you kill him?

Kristine was already infuriated. Firstly, she didn't get to play her cards the way she had planned and now she had the whispering voices, making her head spin.

Why? You should have just killed him when he kissed you.

Truth been told, she was herself unaware of the answer to it but she wouldn't say it aloud, would she?

Yes, she could have killed him right there but she just didn't.

You could have killed him. Finished this off, then why not.

"Stop it, will you, Mum?"