Rebecca held on tight as Joshua’s motorcycle zoomed in between cars on the expressway. Her heart pounding louder and louder, as if begging to jump out of her torso from the fear and excitement. She didn’t know how fast they were going, and felt conflicted about the whole ordeal. A little danger is very exciting, but this was proving too much for her.

“Oh fuck…” she breathed out, her breath fogging up the visor of her helmet…her grip was loosening before it finally slipped.

She knew she was fucked, as her body weight was sliding off Josh’s bike. It felt as time slowed down, her mind was blank…her life didn’t flash before her eyes like she thought it would…instead He saved her.

Was this an illusion? A hallucination? There was a handsome…well, devil, for lack of a better word, peacefully gliding behind her. The handsome figure smiled at her, his hand firmly pushing her closer to Josh’s torso until both her hands gripped her friends leather jacket once more.

“Wow…” she exhaled in relief and disbelief, as the handsome man in a sharp black suit vanished. His smile was the last thing to fade.

Josh was none the wiser. _Was anyone though_, Becca wondered, _did this really happen_?

If it did, it happened in a millisecond. _Nah, it’s just my mind playing tricks on me_, Becca rationalized, _that was a close call_.

It didn’t take the two long to get to their destination. A nightclub that Josh was ebullient about going to. Rebecca’s fear subsided…replaced by a confusing mix of sexual arousal and absolute self-doubt.

“Are you ok?” Josh asked, “You look a bit pale.”

“I almost fell!” Becca shrieked, “But this guy…just appeared behind us and pushed me back so I don’t plummet to my death!”

“What the fuck are you talking about Becks?” Josh furrowed his brows in confusion, “we were going over a 100mph.”

“I don’t know, maybe I imagined it…but it felt so real! Like…I can still feel where his hand touched me.”

“Right…have you started parting without me?” The young man chuckled, insinuating that she took some pills already.

“No, Josh, I’m completely sober!” She got close to him, “And so wet”

Becca wasn’t teasing. The fear and mystery of it all filled her with an isatiable lust, and she knew Josh wouldn’t say no.

“Woah, I don’t know what’s gotten into you,” Josh wrapped his arm around his best friend, squeezing a handful of her cheek, “but I’m not complaining.”

As the two went into the club, they gave their leather jackets and helmets to the coat check.

Rebecca wore her favorite sexy backless halter top that accentuated her perky assets. Josh, and all the other guys at the club were very much in approval.

“You like it?” She teased her friend, wanting to hurry up to a bathroom stall and let loose some frustration.

“I’d like it more off you,” Josh smirked, it wouldn’t be the first time they hooked up, but it’s the first time Becca took the initiative.

“Let’s go then pretty boy,” Becca, feeling bold, took her friends hand and led him through the club, to the nearest restroom.

“Wait…Becks what’s this?” Josh stopped her, “You have a red hand print on you low back.”

“What?” Her eyes bulged, Josh must’ve been playing a prank on her, “What hand print?”

“Right there,” Josh outlined it on the small of Becca’s back.

Josh’s touch seemed to have triggered a response as the area went instantly tingled with a bit of heat.

“That’s where that man…” Becca didn’t finish her sentence, “Josh, I’ll be right back.

“Where are you going?”

“The ladies room,” she skipped faster than he could follow.

“But we were headed there anyway,” a disappointed Josh muttered to himself before hitting up the bar for a drink.

In the restroom, Becca was freaking out. There was a hand print. It was getting darker…almost a deep crimson red.

There it was…the fear. The excitement. The arousal.

“What is going on?” She muttered out in her frustration.

“Nothing, I’m here to colllect what is mine,” the voice startled Becca.

She turned around to find the other women in the bathroom frozen in time. Stuck in their various positions of applying cosmetics or fixing their hair.

And there he was…her savior. The handsome devil that saved her.

His eyes glowing with glimmering lavender hue, as they pierced into her souls. His smile calming, and seductive. And his voice…so masculine and brimming with authority!

She couldn’t speak, not that she knew what to say. Her knees were growing weak at the sight of this gorgeous otherworldly man.

Her heart pounded even louder now than on the speeding bike.

“Don’t be afraid,” the man spoke, as he gently pushed her agap mouth closed, “I have chosen you as my concubine.”

“Concubine…” Becca repeated, fully entranced by the devilish being before her.

In a millisecond, both Becca and the man were gone, as the other women in the restroom went on their business. Not one noticing how Becca vanished into thin air…