The Recall Trials
Chapter 80: Pleasure Was the Weapon

Chapter 80: Pleasure Was the Weapon

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⚠️This Chapter contains mature content and scenes influenced by aphrodisiacs. It explores themes of lust, jealousy, and psychological manipulation.

"I don’t care what you’re doing. I don’t care what this place put in our drinks," Zaara growled, "he’s mine tonight."

Nomi crossed her arms and scoffed. "Please. You had your chance, sweetheart."

Zaara’s eyes narrowed. "You think I care what you think?"

And then...without warning, Zaara grabbed me by the collar and pulled me into her.

Then....She kissed me.

Hard.

No hesitation. No permission.

I didn’t push her away.

I didn’t move.

Something inside me snapped.

Or unlocked.

I kissed her back.

Her lips moved slowly.

It felt like unlocking a door I didn’t remember closing.

Like my body did remember a moment like this.

She grabbed my shirt. I grabbed her waist.

Nomi stood frozen..

"...Holy shit," she whispered.

Then...shockingly, Zaara turned, grabbed Nomi by the jaw, and kissed her too.

Nomi gasped against her lips, then melted.

"...What the hell is in these drinks?" she whispered.

"I don’t know," Zaara murmured. "But it’s working."

My head buzzed.

Aphrodisiac-heat.

We fell into the bed.

Lingerie slid down. Skin met skin.

Zaara climbed into my lap, straddling me with a hunger. Her lips traced my jaw, down to my throat, whispering something I couldn’t hear but felt all the same.

Nomi was behind me, her nails trailing down my back, her breath ghosting over my shoulder. Her voice was low and sultry. "You’re not gonna survive this."

She kissed the nape of my neck, and I exhaled.

Zaara reached between us, guiding me to her. She moved against me with a soft moan that made my eyes roll back.

Nomi leaned around, her hand sliding over Zaara’s waist, then up her chest...until both of them were touching me and each other.

Heat surged between us.

Nomi kissed me next...while Zaara moved slowly.

Then Nomi kissed her again.

They weren’t fighting anymore.

They were devouring.

Behind me, I felt zaara’s hands around my torso.

Her nails skimmed the curve of my ribs, drawing in patterns.

I let out a moan.

She climbed higher onto my lap, pressing her thighs around me.

She exhaled near my ear. I felt the sound, more than I heard it.

"You like that?" she whispered.

My jaw clenched. I nodded.

Nomi’s lips grazed the nape of my neck. "He does."

My hands slipped to Zaara’s waist, pulling her tighter and tighter until we couldn’t get closer.

Her head dropped back as she moaned.

Nomi moved to the side, she leaned forward and kissed Zaara again.

Zaara whimpered against her lips.

I felt it...heard it, and something in me shattered.

My hand found the small of Nomi’s back and pulled her in too.

Three bodies.

One rhythm.

Hands sliding.

Lips brushing skin.

Breath catching on collarbones.

Gasps.

Shudders.

The bed creaked under us.

I reached into the drawer and grabbed what we all knew was there...part of the setup, part of the plan. A condom.

I grabbed zaara and thrust myself into her. She was warm, wet and slimy.

Her fingers tangled in mine. Her other hand gripped the sheet like she was holding on to reality. She let out a loud moan, almost like a scream.

The bed kept creaking like it would fall anytime soon. But we didn’t stop.

Nomi’s thigh pressed between mine, and her lips never stayed in one place for long. She pulled me closer as I thrust into her too. She let out that moan.

Sometimes one of them would gasp. Sometimes both.

Sometimes all three of us did.

And when i came... when the aphrodisiac already began to fade.

Zaara collapsed first, her chest rising and falling against mine.

Nomi curled into my side, her breath was still uneven, like she’d run a race.

No one spoke.

The Next Morning.

The room was dim, the kind that made everything look softer than it really was.

I didn’t remember falling asleep.

Didn’t remember the line where chaos turned into exhaustion.

But when my eyes opened, I knew immediately:

Last night wasn’t a dream.

I was still lying there.

Sheets twisted around my legs.

The first thing I felt?

Tightness in my chest.

I turned.

Zaara was beside me, her bare back rising and falling slowly under the duvet. Her hair had slipped across her cheek.

And for some reason... I don’t know why

I reached up... and gently tucked the strand behind her ear.

She didn’t move.

I stared at her for a second longer than I should have.

Then I turned my head the other way.

Nomi.

Still sprawled out, legs tangled in the sheet.

Zaara’s eyes fluttered open slowly.

She blinked.

Once.

Twice.

Then...reality hit.

Her face shifted instantly, from groggy to horrified.

"Oh my God..."

She sat up too fast, yanking the duvet up over her chest.

Her eyes scanned the room...the clothes on the floor, the lingerie, the guilt.

"What the hell happened last night?"

I didn’t answer.

She looked at me, then at Nomi.

Nomi slowly woke up, voice muffled against the pillow. "How about we don’t do the awkward guilt trip thing right now... yeah? Just...don’t."

Zaara whipped around. "Oh, you would love that, wouldn’t you?"

Nomi blinked, then sat up too, holding the sheet loosely over her. "What’s that supposed to mean?"

"You got what you wanted. You always do."

"Oh my God, here we go again."

Zaara stood now, with her breasts staring right at us. "You don’t even like him. You just like stealing whatever I touch."

Nomi scoffed. "That’s rich coming from the girl who kissed me first."

Silence.

I stood too, grabbing my shorts. "This is getting out of hand."

"Shut up," they said in unison.

I flinched.

Nomi’s eyes glistened like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to laugh or cry. "You act like this was just about him, Zaara. But you kissed me like you meant it."

Zaara’s breath caught.

"I didn’t mean anything," she snapped. "Not with you."

Suddenly, the speakers creaked.

"All contestants. Report to the common room in ten minutes. Noncompliance will result in immediate penalty."

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