The Recall Trials
Chapter 78: Naked Intentions

Chapter 78: Naked Intentions

Bodies kept swaying like they were hypnotized. Lust had seeped into the air. Into the sweat. Into the breath of every person here.

Couples started disappearing.

One by one.

Jojo was the first.

She took another girl by the wrist...some shy, soft-spoken girl and led her toward one of the private doors. Room Six. The door creaked open. A laugh echoed. Then it shut behind them.

Next, the pair who had been making out beside me stumbled forward, still tangled in each other. They didn’t even stop kissing as they pushed into Room Two.

I stood perfectly still.

Like a ghost watching humans forget their rules.

Then came Theo.

He moved across the room, like a predator.

And Zaara?

She was already on the dance floor. Alone.

Dancing.

No..moving like her body was pouring itself into the music.

Slow hips. Bare shoulders. Head thrown back. Hips rolling. Arms in the air like she didn’t give a damn who was watching...and everyone was watching.

She was feeling it.

She was wrapped in that thin leopard-print outfit, the lace riding dangerously high, her red glossy lips parted, her legs glowing under the pulse of blue and red lights.

She wasn’t smiling.

She was challenging.

And her eyes?

Locked on me.

Even when Theo stepped behind her.

Even when his hands slid to her waist.

Even when she didn’t stop him.

The music dropped.

She leaned back into him, rolled her hips slowly like he belonged there. Like they’d rehearsed this.

And then...she started grinding on him.

Right in front of me. Her body curved against his. His hands slid up into her hair.

She kept looking at me.

Like a challenge.

Like a dare.

Like she wanted to know if I still felt nothing.

She was daring me to blink.

I didn’t.

I watched.

But my chest?

It tightened.

She moved against him.

And still stared at me.

And I...

I didn’t move.

Not when Theo leaned down and whispered something in her ear.

Not when she laughed and threw her arm around his neck.

Not even when he grabbed her hip harder.

I just watched.

And something buzzed behind my eyes. That same pitch. That same hum that came when I was about to snap. Or feel. Or break.

Then, I blinked.

Zaara turned and smiled.

Not sweet.

Not innocent.

Dangerous.

Nomi slid beside me, drink in hand. "Damn. That’s hot," she smirked. "You jealous?"

I didn’t look at her.

"She’s putting on a show for you, y’know."

I said nothing.

"Don’t tell me you’re still pretending you don’t care."

"I’m not pretending," I said. "I don’t care."

But my hands?

They were clenched.

And that high-pitched sound?

It was screaming.

Because Zaara wasn’t just dancing.

She was taunting me.

And I didn’t know whether I wanted to grab her...

Or burn the whole damn room down.

I didn’t know what came over me.

Maybe it was the music, the heat, the tension curdling in the air like a storm begging to break. Or maybe it was Zaara—arms wrapped around Theo, grinding on him like she meant it, like I wasn’t even there.

That smirk she gave me... it was a dagger dressed in lip gloss.

I grabbed Nomi’s hand without thinking. Pulled her to the center of the floor.

She didn’t hesitate.

Bodies pulsed around us, dripping in sweat and glitter.

She spun to face me, her body already swaying. One hand slid up my chest, slow and sure, nails grazing my collarbone. She leaned into my ear, her breath hot.

"Lose the dead stare," she whispered, lips barely touching my skin.

I turned slightly, enough to see Zaara across the floor.

She was still grinding on Theo.

Her hands were on his chest... then sliding lower. Way lower...He moaned, his face said everything...hungry, desperate, lost in whatever spell she was casting.

Just locked eyes with me and smirked.

Taunting.

Then, she smirked.

A cruel, knowing smirk.

Like she wanted me to see.

My jaw clenched. I looked away.

But Nomi was already pulling me back in. Her hands found my waist, dragging me close. Her hips rolled against mine with slowly, like she knew the beat before it even dropped.

At first, I didn’t move.

Just watched her.

Studied the way her mouth parted when she breathed. The way her eyes darkened when she looked up at me like she wanted to swallow the fire inside me.

Then her lips brushed my neck.

"You’re so hot," she whispered.

I snapped.

My hands gripped her hips. Possessive.

And I moved.

With her.

To the music. To the beat. To something darker inside me that didn’t have a name.

We locked in rhythm...bodies grinding, skin grazing, heat rising.

Her breath hitched when I leaned down again.

"Careful," I muttered. "You might wake something I can’t shut off."

Her eyes said it all..she wanted it. Her hand slid straight into my shorts, wrapping around my cock like she owned it. I flinched, but I was already rock hard.

"Damn... you’re hard," she whispered into my ear, her fingers teasing the tip of my cock.

It felt fucking good.. Warm, wet...like her touch burned through me.

The music shifted.

Nomi spun, pressing her ass against me, grinding like she wanted to disappear into my skin.

My hand slid up, fingers brushing over the curve of her cleavage before settling under her breasts. Her head fell back on my shoulder, lips barely grazing my jaw.

"You pretending you still don feel it," she whispered.

I clenched her tighter.

She moved with me...hips rolling, bodies locked, every beat of the song turning into friction. For a second, I forgot the blood. The trials. Zaara. Theo.

It was just heat. Pure, dirty heat.

People stared. I didn’t give a fuck.

Let them watch. Let them see the monster melt.

Her hand slid behind her, fingers tangling in my hair as she rolled her hips harder.

"Tell me you feel it," she whispered.

"I feel control slipping," I growled.

Nomi moaned. "Fuck. I’m wet."

My eyes caught Zaara. She was watching. Frowning. Then, she grabbed Theo and dragged him into one of the private room.

What the actual fuck.