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Wicked Games – The Weeknd

1OAK had always been one of Serena’s favoured destinations; the alcohol was flowing, the music was loud, and the neon lights gracing fetching features provided a mask of good intentions. That night, her partner in crime was none other than Warren van der Bilt; vast palms resting on protruding hipbones as their pair’s bodies moved in unison, front to back, the throbbing beat beckoning their movements.

Whispers followed in their wake, the club’s occupants, namely their peers, not putting any effort into hiding such; no palms lifting to conceal the formation of words. It was attention she basked in, the looks only encouraging her immoral actions; one’s which would surely be painted all over Gossip Girl the next morning: Warren van der Bilt and Serena van der Woodsen getting hot and heavy. With, preferably, pictures attached. Her intoxicated thoughts deciding maybe Warren could fuck the feelings she possessed for his cousin into oblivion. 

She turned to face the male, ivories biting down on her bottom lip. Slender fingers lifted, grazing a ghosting line beneath the jacket shrugged over broad shoulders; between supple skin and genuine leather, dipping the curve of a protruding collarbone. Her hand then moved upwards, palm curving the thick of his throat before the subtle pad of fingertips grazed his sharply-carved jaw. Serena’s touch had been slow, in a taunting fashion; intending for a breath to suck between a parted mouth and lust to darken the hues of light irises.

“Careful, van der Woodsen,” His words came out as a throaty warning, dropped beside her ear; just barely audible between the heavy beat engulfing the handsome pair, “You might give me the wrong idea.” The smirk curving at plump lips painted a ruby hue disintegrated into a cheshire grin, her mouth pulling back to reveal canines in a manner that was almost feral, “One can only hope.”