My Poison

Zoe has made it very clear that she wishes to have nothing to do with me. What we had, even though so brief, lies in ruin. She truly does have all the reason to be so upset with me, for I have never been able to control my temper, yet I wish to see it as not being able to stand another man touching what is mine. The mere fact is that I only wish to protect her from the scum that finds themselves below there. Why she insists on dancing between them is truly something that I do not understand.

What else I am sure she knows by this time is that her body must be craving me the same way as mine does for her. She needs to come to the realization that she is mine. Her stubbornness runs deep, yet again, and so does mine. I am not nearly about to give up just because she has told me to stay away from her; in fact, it only draws me closer.

And saying this, I see her appear through the door in the brightest pink; god knows why pink, but it covers her body just where it is necessary.

A flush of heat shoots straight for my core, and I feel a rather uncomfortable hard-on begin to set on. The mere sight of her set my body alight. She is like a poison when I am with her, yet she is the poison that I crave. I will lose myself in her over and once more over again, especially in that fucking pink dress that she is wearing.

The vixen has done this on purpose

Her beauty still captivates me, the way she sways those hips as she disappears into the crowd, the way her hair is waving over her shoulders, and the way her body moves in perfect precision. The desire to take her in my arms and ease this pain that I feel, that I feel, lays deep within me, a pain that she has given this heart that has never felt anything so crippling.

My discomfort does not go unnoticed as I awkwardly try to readjust myself. As Ethan hands me a glass of chilled whiskey, I turn to face him, "Please go ask, let us rephrase, please tell Zoe to come to sit with me."

He is off in an instant, and I look on in amusement as she only stares up in my direction. Now I know exactly what the girl is thinking; how dare I tell her what to do, so I watch as she tries to protest, yet Ethan is very convincing. With a slight nod of the head, she reluctantly follows Ethan up the stairs to where I am sitting. But just as the beauty wishes to take her place next to me, I lace my fingers in hers and lead her to my office.

There is immediate hesitation from her, "What do you want, Foster?"

"Zoe, please come hear me out."

She only but shakes her head at me, "I am not going into your office; believe me, I have seen what happens in there."

With nothing but a rumble coming from deep in my chest, I pull her closer, "Zoe, do you for one minute think that you are that easy?"

"Well," she says with a tiny smirk, "Then I am glad to see that we are in agreement on one thing."

With that, she allows me to take her behind the closed doors of my office. Well, she does not seem to understand that I can still not keep my hands from her, and we all have established that Foster Rosario does not know how to handle restraint even if it is handed for free.

Entering my office, I stand for a moment and admire her body, taking all her splendor in, "Zoe, I need to apologize for losing my temper like that."

She immediately spins around and faces me, "Foster, do not apologize for who you are; I know that it will happen again. The question is, do I wish to be around."

My gaze moves to the fullness of her lips. Then I return my eyes to her very own brown ones. With a look of heat in my eyes, so comes the lust and desire once again. It is undeniable; the chemistry is still there

Then I continue, "Zoe, I am not such a bad man."

She only smirks at me as she spins around to look out the window onto the dance floor.

"Foster Rosario, not a bad man. I think that Foster Rosario is as bad as you can get them. Perhaps not completely, but find it hard to believe that you are just a bad boy that owns a club."

Well, this does get my attention, "Then who do you think Foster Rosario really is?"

"The type of man that a type of girl like me needs to stay away from."

With her back still at me, I only have a great smile on my face, "Then why are you here?"

"Perhaps, I like the danger that you bring. You are poison, but somehow I want to drink every inch you give me."

Then she moves to the very end, standing right to the other end of the giant window. The way she moves her body is as if she is floating on air, at ease with perfection.

With what can be described as an inch of an inch, a wink by a wink, one breath by another breath, I close that gap between our raging bodies. And with what seems like an instant…I claim her lips.

With absolute raw desire, I grab her by the ass and pull every inch of her toned body into mine. She gasps, fully wanting to push me away, yet she leans into me and splays my hand against my chest.

Then I kiss her.

I knot my fist in her hair and pull her closer, allowing my arms to circle her waist, and feeling her hot skin melt into mine.

It feels as if lightning strikes and the sky breaks open. She steals my breath away; then she gives it back again. My breath hitch, and my body numb as she runs her fingers down the exposed parts of my chest; the sensations that I feel send a flush of heat to my core.

Then, I pin her against the wall, holding her wrists into place. Then I lay soft, slow kisses against her skin, devouring her, getting pure pleasure as she squirms.

I can feel the rush of arousal build up in my core. Strong lust and simple desire take control of my body and mind.

For one brief moment, the words slowly leave my lips, "I want you."

The words have barely leave my mouth, and my lips are crashing against hers again. I lose myself completely in the kiss, in the moment. My tongue finds the sensitive parts below her ear. The moan that escapes her lips awakens an even greater longing for her body and soul.

I cannot keep my self-control any longer.

My hands unlock from her wrists, and they are moving all over. My touch sends her blood racing as I move my hand further down to her thighs. My body freezes, and for a moment, I stop breathing, and a growl escapes my lips.

"Fuck, Zoe, I want you."

She grazes her hand over his jeans, slightly running her delicate fingers over my erection. I let out another shattering moan.

"God, Zoe, please."

Without even hesitating, I tilt my head to the side. She bares her razor-sharp fangs in an instant, but this time there is something different about her. There is a true hunger in her eyes like she needs it like it is the taste of my blood she desires. She does not waste another second and slams them into the sensitive parts of my neck. She drives them deep and firm, with force she draws my blood. I only but whimper her name and let her carry on. The desire to feel the ecstasy allows her to do with me whatever she wants.

All of a sudden without warning, the door to my office swings wide open. There in the doorway stands Ethan with nothing but fear and confusion on his face. Immediately he turns to get away, get away from what it is he just witnessed with his own eyes.

"Ethan!"

I pull away from Zoe and go to take after him, but she pulls me back and stops me, "I will take care of this."