Page 6 of Hide Me Darling

This is the only thing I love about the city. It may be full of darkness and people wearing masks, but that means there are some places where I can blend in and feel normal for a change.

Pulling out one of the dresses that I stole from Seanna, I put it on along with some makeup and then I head out. It's rare that I take a leaf out of Seanna's playbook, but tonight feels like the right time to let off some steam. For the next few hours, I will no longer be Hydessa or Taylor. For the next few hours, I will be Seanna Darling, party princess.

At least, until I get what I need.

Chapter 3

Hydessa

The club is already bustling when I arrive, music thumping and lights flashing in sync with the beats. I’m instantly let in, the bouncers only seeing my twin when they look at me. I chose this club because I know it’s one she frequents.

Seanna is known as a party girl and she owns the attention she draws. It’s nice to pretend to be her because only then do I feel like I can embrace my confidence.

Letting myself get lost in the crowd, I dance and move as though I don’t have a care in the world. Just like her.

It's almost freeing to shed my usual demeanor and embrace this carefree persona that Seanna wears so easily, even if just for a little while. Once the thrum that was buzzing under my skin begins to dull, I head to the bar to grab some water. I’m not here to get drunk, just fucked.

I smile as I lean over the bar, making sure to show off my assets to the men near me. It’s humorous to me how easy it is to draw a mans attention at a place like this. They are here for one reason, and tonight it just so happens that I am here for the same one. Well, that and dancing.

There is something about the way the music pounding through me almost helps regulate my heartbeat, slowing it down so the world feels easier to absorb. The flashing lights, the dark dance floor, and the way you are surrounded by people who are all moving to the same beat is freeing.

Making small talk with a few strangers, I enjoy the anonymity and the temporary escape from reality. I let some of their touches linger until I find the right vibe. I’ve found it’s important to see how men will treat me before I take them somewhere. Are they quick to touch and pushy if I try to remove their hands from me? Do they pull me in and refuse to let go when I try to step back? Or do they look and don’t touch until I lead them to?

It isn't long before I'm back on the darkened dance floor, letting my own identity get lost in the crowd.. I don't bother looking too closely at the nameless faces surrounding me—it's too dark anyway. Before the second song is over, there are hands gripping my hips from behind. He seems almost hesitant at first, not even pressing his body against mine, but I can feel him trying to match my movements.

Slowly, when I lean back into him, he pulls our bodies together, and I feel a hard chest against my back. Sweat prickles at my face and neck as the temperature rises. I can now feel every inch of the man holding me, his body much taller than mine by about a foot.

Reaching back, I wrap my hands around his neck as his hands slide further around the front of my body. One hand rests just under my breast while the other hovers dangerously close to my pussy, but I don't care—this is exactly what I want.

The movement of our bodies against one another has my whole body heating up and turned on. I needed this escape, and I’m finally about to get it. Grinding my ass back harder against his cock, I move to the music. He groans deep in my ear, bringing his hand up to twist my face around to meet his lips. It's not the best angle, and the kiss is harsh and messy, but I don't care. The urgency and intensity only adds to the thrill, making my heart race faster.

When I surrender to his lips, he tightens his grip, pulling me closer. Then his mouth is trailing down, his breath hot against my neck.

"You're incredible," he murmurs into my ear, his voice low and rough. I shiver at his words, feeling a thrill of excitement rush through me. Letting myself get lost in the moment, I forget all about the investigation, the island, and everything else. Right now, all that matters is the pulsating music, the heat of this strangers body against mine, and the intoxicating feeling of being desired.

His hands start to explore more boldly, one moving to cup my breast while the other slips under my dress, fingertips brushing against my thigh. I arch my back, pressing even harder against him, relishing the friction and the sensation of his growing hardness. He takes the hint, his hand slipping further up until he's teasing me through the fabric of my underwear.

I moan softly, the sound drowned out by the music, and turn my head to capture his lips in another fierce kiss. His hand finally pushes the fabric aside, fingers sliding against my wet heat. The sensation is electric, my pussy now throbbing to the beat of a different song. I grind against his hand, desperate for more.

Without breaking our rhythm, he maneuvers us off the dance floor and towards a dark hallway at the back of the club. He opens a door to what I can faintly see is a storage room. When he goes to turn on the light, I quickly say, "No lights."

He chuckles before pulling me back into him and whispering, "Will you at least tell me your name?"

"Seanna," I respond instantly, and he repeats it softly, but I don't really want soft. I don’t bother asking his name; I don’t want to know it.

The moment I manage to find the front of his pants in the dark, he grunts as I start working on opening them and freeing his hard cock. He swiftly takes back control the moment my hand wraps around his length and moves me so that my back is pressed to a free section of the wall.

I nearly let out a whimper when he tilts my face up to meet his lips. He kisses me quickly before I hear the sound of him opening a condom wrapper. Moments later, he’s lifting me by the backs of my thighs while pulling up my dress. I move my panties to the side just in time for him to line his cock up to my pussy. My head falls back against the wall when he finally sinks inside of me.

The height advantage allows him to press deep, and I wrap my legs around his waist to lock my ankles and pull him closer. The music from the club outside is muffled here, but the bass still thrums through the walls, adding to the intense rhythm between us.

My hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in slightly as he begins to thrust. Every movement is driven by a mix of desire and urgency, each thrust pushing me toward the edge. He keeps one hand braced against the wall for support, the other gripping my thigh to keep me in place. His mouth finds mine again, and our kisses are a chaotic mix of teeth and tongues.

"God, Seanna," he mutters, his voice rough with need against my lips. "You feel so good."

The dark, confined space heightens every sensation. The concrete against my back suddenly jolts me into the past, right into the memory of holding my gun and aiming it at the murderer. The way the breeze blew against me, almost as if nature itself was encouraging me forward.

My hands ball into fists in the stranger's shirt as I forget all about him. All I can think of is how much I had wished I had a knife in my hand instead of that damn gun. How I yearned to stab him with it and watch as his eyes widened in horror, seeing the same darkness he used upon his victims reflected in my eyes as he took his final breaths.

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