Evil Of Love by N.L. Echeverria Read Free Book Online Page A

all these women who probably do who knows what to get in his pants. I slam my empty glass on the table taking off my cardigan and stand up.
                  “Where you going?” Travis yells grabbing my wrist. I pull away not thinking that my gesture will probably piss him off.
                  “I’m going to dance! Isn’t that what we came for?” I scream back over the blaring music and he stands grabbing my waist and pulling me into him. His hardness presses against my belly. He reaches around squeezing my ass as he leans down taking in the scent of my hair. I quiver under his touch and I hate myself for reacting like this. Especially after the fact that I just found out he’s a regular here. I put my hands to his chest pushing him back.
                  “You’re not going without me,” he scolds looking down at me and then grabs my arm almost dragging me to the dance floor. I hate when he treats me like a child, but I don’t fight his hard grasp because I want to dance, I need to dance. I need to feel normal again; free.
                  We make our way to the dance floor and he stops turning around and pulling me into him. He moves his body against mine and I lose myself, moving with the music. It doesn’t take long before my skin feels sweaty and I can feel Travis’ damp shirt as I rub against him. I turn around and he wraps his arms around me holding me at my hips and I move my butt against him, feeling his hardness on my backside. He leans in pulling my hair away and kissing my damp neck. 
                  “I need a drink baby,” he whispers in my ear.
                  “I’ll wait right here. I don’t want to be dragged through all those people again.”
                  “DON’T go anywhere.” His voice carries through my body as he releases me and I’m moving to the music by myself.
                  It doesn’t take long before I feel him back up against me. He’s actually a lot faster than I would have expected, but I keep my eyes closed moving to the music as he hands wrap around my waist and he’s rubbing against me. He feels different though, I open my eyes turning to face him and instead of my dark haired Travis greeting me it’s a shorter, blonde haired man with dark framed glasses grinning and starring straight at my chest.
                  “Hey, sweetie. You smell edible,” he leans in whispering in my ear and I push him back trying to step away, but he grabs my wrists pulling me into him. “Where you going?” he grins.
                  “Let go!” I scream yanking my wrists free and backing up a few feet. 
    Nervously I look around for Travis knowing if he saw what just took place he will flip shit and not just on the guy but on me too. It’s too late though. I already see him throwing the shot down his throat and stomping our way with fire in his eyes. The stranger reaches for me, obviously drunk, trying to grab me again , but I step back again bumping into people, but avoiding his touch. Before I know it Travis is in the guys’ face yelling profanities and then the guys on the floor holding his bleeding nose completely caught off guard. Travis swings around facing me and all I want to do is run, run far enough away so that he won’t ever find me. I slouch in fear from the anger burning in his gaze. He takes a few steps towards me grabbing me by my wrists and I know it’s all over. It’s one thing to be faced with angry drunken Travis, but to be faced with angry drunken jealous Travis is a whole other world.
    My arm is throbbing from his tight grasp as he pushes his way through the crowed to the table we were sitting at, grabbing my cardigan he turns to me holding it out helping me put it on, not saying a word and then takes a hold of me again as we exit the night club. Tears fall down my cheeks at the possibility of what the rest of the night will hold.