Sweet Pain (The Club #18) by Rebel Adams Read Free Book Online Page B

me. 
    “You followed me, you dick!” I took a swing, but the shoulder didn’t want to work with me. “You stopped him from beating me up! Where the hell am I? What the fuck is going on?”
    His big hands wrapped around my fists that were flying around, trying to hit him. “Come on, Gianna. Deep breath. Relax. I know you’re upset.” 
    I didn’t want to calm down. “You fucked me up!” 
    “No, darling, I didn’t. I made you realize something about you.” He held my fist a little tighter. “Could you stop swinging at me? I can help you. But you have to stop trying to hit me.”
    “I don’t want to! I want to kick you in the face! I want to find a fix and I want to go back to being a whore!”
    His face dropped and he suddenly looked sad. “I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t know…”
    “Stop calling me darling!” 
    Darling meant that he gave a shit about me and I didn’t want him to. I didn’t want anyone to care about me. I wanted to go back to the apartment with Darnell and just get high and go back to pretending I didn’t know I liked pain.
    “You don’t have to live that life, Gianna.” 
    “You fucking reading my mind?”
    “I don’t have to. I can read your body.”
    I slapped him. “Fuck you.” 
    “What’s scaring you?” 
    That was a big question. “I like pain. Who the fuck likes pain?” 
    “Lots of people. Masochists, their called. Some like just a touch and some like a lot. You, I think are a middle of the road kind of girl.”
    What? There was a name for this shit? I stared at him. He was a good-looking man, and there was honesty in his face. I didn’t get to see that in a lot of people. It was nice. 
    “Why? Why do you want to show me this kinky shit?”
    “Because I like kinky shit myself. I also think you don’t really want to go back to the street corner, or doping up every chance you get.”
    “You don’t know me.”
    “I’d like to.” 
    That hit me. No one had wanted to get to know me — Gianna, the person — in years. It was always only what I could do for them. This guy wanted to know me. I didn’t have an answer. There was nothing smart-ass or otherwise. 
    He lifted himself to his full height, and I realized how big he was. Physically large, and — oops. 
    Well hung. Especially if those were tighty-whities. I giggled, imagining this massive alpha male in Hanes tighty-whities. 
    Turning his head, he stared at me. “What’s funny?” 
    Trying to stop the giggle, I swallowed loudly. “Um…nothing.” 
    “No lies, Gia. If you want to find out how I can help you kick the drugs and still get you high, no lies.” 
    I cleared my throat. “I just had a funny thought.” 
    “About?” His eyebrow went up.
    “Your…underwear.” 
    His laugh was great and gave me a little chill. “I’m not wearing any.” 
    I really wanted to reach out and touch the front of his pants and see if he was lying. His massive hand reached out for me. “Come on. I want you to trust me. I have to trust you. You can peek at my dick later.” 
    “Do you promise?” 
    The dark look he gave me made me think I had gone too far, but a smile replaced it a moment later. “We’ll see.” He took my hand and dragged me out of the room.
    My skin was really crawling now, and I was going to need a fix soon. But he wanted me to see his house, to trust him. Something told me that was important to him. I played along. I didn’t know how I was going to get out of this and get something in me.
    But the room he pulled me into distracted me. It was cream, with pops of color. It was cozy. And that’s not what I thought of when I thought of Abernathy. 
    Of course, when had I started thinking about Abernathy as anyone else but the guy who smacked my ass? 
    “This…isn’t you. You drive sleek fast cars and wear Versace.”
    His smile was crooked. “Yeah, actually this is me. I live simply. I spoil myself when it comes to everything else. I dress like a scrub at work, so putting