Twisted

Twisted 3

**3**

I felt his tongue playfully tugging my lower lip and I mentally slapped myself when I heard my own muffled moans.

Oh god!

I tasted a faint hint of mint as his tongue moved past my lips, invading my mouth and it took me a moment to realize that I was actually responding with the same intensity to his kiss.

The strident sound of metal music around us was slowly fading until the only sound that I can hear was the wild pounding of my heart against its cage that it literally sent twinge inside my chest.

I wanted to think that this reckless action and the stirring of heat through my veins were all because of vodka. I wasn't certain, really. What I was sure was that my body wasn't functioning properly. It seemed like, it was disconnected to my brain. Moving on its accord. I just found myself slinking my arms around his neck and pushing my body further into his, giving him more access to deepen the kiss.

Kissing this whoever-this-random-guy felt so liberating.

The way his lips moved against mine, it's hard and urging, pushing me to the edge of the cliff and yet I still couldn't find myself to stop. In fact, I wanted more, I was craving for more. His tongue discovering, exploring every angle and corner of my mouth while his hands leisurely roaming across my small back. This was all new to me. Louis' kiss was different, not like this. He was always gentle ......Louis!

It was as if I was pulled off under the spell and instantly hit by reality. My hands landed on his face without warning.

"What the hell!"

Under the dancing neon lights, I met his dangerous gaze. If looks could kill, I would certainly find myself in my own coffin.

I opened my mouth to utter something, to yell him for kissing me but I know that it's stupid. He kissed me and l let him and the worst part was, I kissed him back.

"Chill, dude." Someone said behind his back.

I looked around and realized that everyone near us paused on their tracks. They were actually watching our little drama, even the couple next to me stopped in their making out session.

My already flushed face flushed even more. I wanted to walk, run or even crawl just to get out from this scene.

"Shut the fuck up!" He glared at the guy.

"What the hell is happening here?" Steph inquired.

I wanted to ask where did she go but it didn't matter right now.

"You know her?" He asked her instead, ignoring her question. His voice was calm but you could feel the danger behind it. And for some unknown reason, it scared me.

Tahimik na tumango si Steph bilang sagot sa lalaki which was very odd. She's a nagger and all kapag sa ganitong mga situation . By the way she lost her composure and the black aura coming off from this guy, I could tell that I did really mess up with the wrong person. Who's this guy anyway? Bakit parang takot sa kanya ang mga taong nandito?

"Didn't I tell you not to bring a fun sucker in my party?" He asked Steph but his gaze was fixed on me.

"I'm not a fun sucker." I glared at him.

"Convince me then." He smirked. "Kiss me again."

May ilan akong narinig na hiyawan na lalong nagpainit ng mukha ko. Gusto ko nang magpakain sa lupa sa hiya.

"Don't waste your time on her, babe." The girl wearing a tiger print tops and a tight skirt said as she gave the guy a quick kiss on the lips. "She's prude, anyway."