Chapter 3

KIARA'S POV

Slowly, I walk away from the place I was standing. I was the center of their attention. I look for the coziest homey place to hide. But instead barged into the girl I met earlier. She was looking viciously at me like she has been waiting patiently for me to cross her path again. 

"What have I done?" Was the only word that escaped my mouth.

I swallow hard and walk away until I discover I need to run headlong. Suddenly I bump into a man. His eyes were green and glowing. Even in the dim light, they attract attention. They stare at me with conflagration, evaluating my body. He poked his nose at my face. Sniffing recklessly. I moved away with a brisk smile. He drew closer and look shamelessly at me. Countless Goosebumps appear on my skin.

I move back again, he was impermissible close! I whip my hair forward to cover my cleavage. He chuckled, shyly and muttered something I couldn't hear... 

"Good catch," he says hoarsely, running a stream of current within my vein. I notice he was getting closer as if he had my permission. Was that a gesture too? Me covering my cleavage is a gesture that has a secret meaning. I don't know why I have a reaction to this man. He scares me...

I look steadily at him without blinking. " Are you scared?" He says smoothly like he wants to console me. My heart beats heavily, I could hear it myself.

"What made you say that?... I am not scared, so get your damn face off me" I say violently. If only I knew who I was talking to...

My eyes widen in shock and my expression changes to that of disgust when his hands suddenly squeeze my bum. "What are you doing? Let me go!

He chuckles when I thrash in his hold. I have met a devil today! Curling his hands around my fist he tries to drag me somewhere, maybe a room! " Dude get a grip" I scream with my eyes almost falling out of its socket.

I am digging my other nails into his hands, kicking and pulling myself away. But it seems my efforts are like that of a baby trying to free herself from her mother's grip. It is useless. People were passing but no one gave a damn. The loud music made my voice powerless. 

I manage to twist my arms, I free my hands from his tight grip and shove him backward. That gave me a chance to walk away from him. But I hear rushed footsteps behind me which makes me glance back, my eyes widen as I see him rushing after me.

Breaking into a run, I move towards the hallway. I could see the end from there. The only option left is to barge into a room. I skid to a halt in the middle of the long hallway. I have to make a choice, on which room to enter. What if I meet Lucifer on the verge of running away from a devil?

I heard his familiar voice getting closer. I burst through one of the doors and closed it behind me. He won't notice. There are many others in the hallway. 

Turning my head to place my ear against the door. I met the steady gaze of another man. 

"Mate?!" he howled in shock 

His face isn't covered. I notice that once he flicked on the light.

It is as if time slows down. All I can see is him standing with beautiful tan skin and sharp angular features that seem to be gouged to perfection by the lord above. His pink lips are pulled into a frown, dark black eyebrows that match his hair knotted in confusion as he looks down at me, a mix of disbelief and shock in his blue glowing eyes. 

I blink continuously as if to free myself from the trance I'm been held in by him. It feels my body has been jolted with electricity and the aftermath was the millions of sparks tingling down where his hands held my waist. I look down at his flat six-packed belly, I feel my heart stop a bit. I don't know why I found the tattoos on his hands so attractive. What's there ever a perfectly created man? I think one is before me right now! Damn hot!.

"I will pour you some drink," the man said calmly and walk away from me, he brings a bottle of champagne and pour the content into two glasses.

He hands one over to me smiling, I see that he play with me, I understand that... I understand with fear that I like this game. I want to see where this will lead, the mysterious stranger arouses some kind of emotions within me....unknown, scary...admirable...

He sat on the bed. An opportunity for me to open the door and disappear. But no!, I stood there. Watching. I didn't care for my safety . for some reason I wanted to embark on an adventurous journey with this stranger. I have always lived right so as not to offend my grandmother who raised me alone. I want to take a different path with this man. Why? That's what I don't know! My heart jumps out of my chest, and my pulse beats faster but my poor legs stood still at a spot. I like the feeling I get around him.

"It's tasty" I run my tongue above my lips and froze as his hands caressed my face. He attempted to remove the mask on my face. The only thing hiding my identity. Whatever happens this night, this is the only thing that would save my face. I resist. I gently drag his hands off my face.

"What? I won't hurt you, you are mine. My mate" Mate, again? Why does he keep using that word? If I am right the word mate has gone into extinction. Perhaps he is not an elite. His words made me feel comfortable and secure. I let him have his way. He remove my mask and Smile confidently as if he was brushing.

" And she is damn pretty! Thanks to the moon goddess" he muttered under his breath. I pretend not to hear that. I look down at his neck and saw a scorpion tattoo. My heart jumps to my stomach. The Scorpion tattoo belongs to a famous mafia group. Famous all over the country. They were known, unknown men. Only cameras gas caught the tattoos but none of them have ever been caught or arrested. Should What if he really harms me?

" I said I will never hurt you! What's that expression on your face?... Fear??" He notices how nervous I have become. I avoid staring directly into his eyes. Anxiety, that feeling came back to me! It grew stronger and vibrate violently within me.

But yet I couldn't move. I stood still like a doll. Breathing becomes more frequent. I agree that the situation is gaining more dangerous propulsion. He looks at me strangely. He looks at the goosebumps that were all over my skin. It feels as if he is touching me with his eyes. 

Jolted electricity flows through my vein. I am afraid of myself... Afraid of my reaction. I thought about Mila if only she didn't bring me to this damn place!. If only she allowed me to stay by her side. The worst could happen between me and this strange man but why don't I care? My emotion wants to reject him but my body is still not moving.

I bite my lips from the inside. A ghost of a smile graces his cheek. He wasn't feeling anxious as I was. He leaned against the wall with his hand pinning mine to the wall. I tilt my head slightly as if he is a puzzle I'm trying to figure out. The muscles in his hands bulbs and strain against the white shirt he was putting on. The shirt sticks to his body and shows the outline of his abs. 

Smiling widely when an answer pops into my head. I catch his attention and point my hands to my stomach before clenching my fingers into a fist. "Ouch' I think I might want to use the toilet now," I said in a quiet shaky voice. It sounds like I was really in a hurry. I want to move towards the door but he shakes his head vehemently. 

"We have everything here, the toilet inclusive," he said calmly as if someone will be eavesdropping. I look at me him, disappointed. The only excuse I could ever make has been declined. I feel my heart itching with regret. Given that the room has everything, it must have cost him a lot which would have been a fortune for people of low class like myself. 

"I won't do anything to you, I will never harm you, mate! All I just need to do is to mark you" his eyebrows draw closer to each other in confusion. He caressed my face with his fingers. 

I want to scream at him for still calling me his mate. But something in me tells me not to argue with this man. He is the kind that is too confident and gets whatever he wants. 

"You are mine tonight," the strange man said.