CUT (New Adult Dark Romance) Read Free Page B

I knew the feeling even without understanding it. Shaking my head, I turned away, pulling the beer off the bar and downing it in another long drink.
     
    He didn’t understand. How could he? How could anyone possibly know how fucked up I really was? I wanted to deny it and hide my own nature, but at the end of the day I’m a slave to my own devilish desires…
     

 
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
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    I stayed up later than I should have, long after most of the club was moved off into more private quarters. Some were fucking, some were passed out, and I was goddamned smashed. Meanwhile, Jude was still nowhere to be found. A big part of me didn’t care, because all I could think about was what Black had said to me.
     
    “Hey fuckwits, go find yourself a girl that isn’t taken.”
     
    “Oh they’d like that,” I giggled drunkenly, turning to the new voice. Marcus Black had returned, and he seemed a little angry. Trying to move, I managed to fall into him, his arms holding me up like a marionette.
     
    “I don’t feel so good,” I whispered into his chest, letting the big bad wolf of a man help carry my stumbling ass toward a room. “Sorry guys, gotta go!” I shouted back at Acre and Marlo. Like wolves smelling prey they’d moved in after Black left me at the bar, doing their best to impress me while pushing bottle after bottle my way.
     
    I’m not sure why I started drinking. Marcus had seen right through my hard exterior, and I needed a way to forget.
     
    The guys were hoping to get a little action while Jude was away… Maybe I was drunk enough and fucked up enough to let them. Jude would probably kill them if they so much as laid a finger on me, but that was their problem… We sat around laughing and chatting, but I couldn’t for the life of me remember what exactly we’d been talking about. Now, with Black’s return they dejectedly eyed a few of the filthy unclaimed girls still roaming the floor. Clearly, the good ones were already taken.
     
    “Where’s Jude?”
     
    Black laughed, as if that was a fair answer, dragging me up the stairs and kicking open one of the bigger rooms. I collapsed into a bed without another thought, totally wiped. The room was spinning, so my leg flew off, kicking heels to the floor so I could touch my toes to the shaggy carpet. “Get some sleep sweetheart, long day tomorrow.”
     
    He didn’t have to tell me twice. The door closed and so did the light as my eyes closed, dreams taking me away. Drifting images shifted through my mind, pulling me through the darkness.
     
    Nightmares.
     
    Jude stood over me screaming about Marcus Black. I didn’t know how he found out about our talk, but it didn’t matter. He was going to kill me for so much as speaking to another man. His fists came down as furiously as they had on Black when he had to earn his entrance into the club. I wasn’t some badass fighter though. My face shattered, my bones broke, and my screams went unanswered.
     
    My eyes flashed open, the sound of a crashing door bringing me back to reality. The room filled with the smell of bad whisky, and something dark fell across the bed. I rolled, my fingers brushing against the leather.
     
    Jude’s jacket…
     
    “I need you baby.”
     
    His words weren’t kind, but that was nothing new. I’d grown accustomed to our less than romantic kind of love. He’d been a little more than insistent the first time we were together. I learned a long time ago to turn my brain off and let my body go through the motions… Easier to give him what he wanted than to make him take it.
     
    “You smell awful,” I whispered as he stepped up to the bed.
     
    “Been celebrating baby, now go ahead, why don’t you just shut up and take your shirt off.”
     
    His belt was broken open, jeans unzipped and spread, the shaft staring me in the face as I lay back on the bed. I looked up at it, still