Dancing with the Devil

Chapter 17

"I'll just go to the restroom."

Walang nagawa ang isa nang malaglag ang kanyang namamahingang kamay sa aking hita. Nagtama pa ang tingin namin ni Art—he just smiled at me slyly, teasingly saluting.

Tinahak ko ang maingay at magulong daan patungo sa restroom. Hindi naman ako naiihi, gusto ko lang makatakas sa lalaking 'yon. Hindi siya nag-iingat! Kung ano man ang gusto niya, matuto sana siyang mag-ingat dahil talagang malilintikan kami kay Kuya.

Before I could even push the restroom door open, someone else had already done it for me. Sa lakas ng puwersa, nasama ako sa pagbukas. I almost tripped, but a hand immediately wrapped around my waist, helping me balance myself.

His familiar scent penetrated my senses—I knew it was him. Tumama ang likod ko sa cubicle nang maharas niya akong isandal rito, sinalo ng isang kamay ang likuran ng ulo ko para pigilan ang tuluyang pagtama. Hindi ko alam kung paano ipapaliwanag.

He was harsh, but I didn't feel any pain from his actions.

I welcomed his aggressive kisses, and it seemed he couldn't keep his hands to himself as they freely roamed my body. Tumakbo ang kaniyang halik pababa sa aking panga, tila isang robot na naka-programa—kusa akong tumingala, binibigyan siya ng layang tumungo sa aking leeg.

I bit my lower lip, suppressing a moan. Mariin ang bawat halik na humagod sa aking leeg. He was making sure it would leave a mark. The pleasure was too much—I was oblivious to my surroundings. Wala na akong pakialam kung nasa restroom kaming dalawa ngayon, o kahit sumagi sa isip ko ang nakatatandang kapatid.

His hot breath made my knees weak, but his grip on my waist kept me in place. He kissed me torridly, taking all my inhibitions, drowning me in my desires.

"I thought we had come to an agreement?" Mariin ang kaniyang tono.

He put his weight beside my head, his tongue grazing his lower lip—still wet and red from the kiss.

While I was still locked in a trance, I couldn't comprehend what he was trying to say.

Malalim ang aking paghinga, at hindi ko siya masagot. Surely, he had lost all his patience, his grip on my chin tightening, though still gentle. Itinaas niya ang aking mukha, at pinagtama niya ang aming tingin. Staring into his eyes, I realized—it was the thrill and excitement he gave.

The reason why, even if I was afraid of my own kin, I couldn't let go of him. He was the only formidable opponent in this game we had created.

"What?"

I couldn't help but smirk. Wala namang nakakatuwa, pero ang makitang frustrated siya ay masyadong nakakaengganyo.

"Oh, how I fucking want to wipe that smirk off your lips." His every frustration dripped into the words he spoke—heavy, unrestrained.

I could almost picture how much he wanted to kiss it senselessly just to punish me, but instead, he ran his thumb along my lower lip, as if erasing something hideous from it.

"We did, right? Nagkaintindihan na tayo..."

"What are you talking about?"

Inosente ko siyang tiningnan, nagmamaang-maangan sa kagustuhang asarin siya.

"Drop that innocent act. That won't work—we've already talked about this!"

My smile faded, only to be replaced by something more sensual.

So he did see it... he took the bait.

"But you never said we're exclusiv—"

"It's already understandable!"