Used (Unlovable, #1) (Unlovable Series) by Lynetta Halat Read Free Book Online Page A

happens to little girls who put out for their little boyfriends, don’t you?”
    I just nod. I have no idea what he’s talking about. I just want him to leave.
    “Umm, hmm,” he murmurs as his dark eyes roam over me. I fight the urge to shiver from the cold that sweeps over me. “Well, I’m going back to the house. You need to get yourself up there too. It’s not safe for little girls to be out in the middle of the night. Boogey man and all,” he warns with a stilted laugh. When he closes the door behind him, I collapse against the wall.
    That was close. Too close. I told my mother he was making comments like that toward me, and she said she’d “talk to him.” Well, obviously, he needed more than a talking to. Maybe I need to start sleeping with my 20-gauge. I imagine the look he’d give me if I pulled that on him, and it makes me grin. He really doesn’t want to mess with me.
    I wait a few more minutes so I don’t have to see him as I head back into the house. As I turn to latch the door, I’m pushed into it, and a hand is over my mouth before I can scream.
    I throw my hands behind me to swat at him, but he just pins one of them, and the other swings blindly, missing its target. “Shh,” he breathes in my ear, “this can be fun or not. Depends on you. I’m gonna let your mouth go, and you’re not gonna scream. Got it?” I nod frantically.
    The second his hand slips away, I start screaming bloody murder and kicking at him. My boot connects with his shin a few times, and he cries out in pain.
    “You’re gonna fight me? Even better,” he mumbles against me. A wave of nausea washes over me. Pulling my hands behind my back, he clasps them both in one of his strong hands and forces me to the ground face up, effectively pinning my hands behind me. I am trapped under him. There’s no fucking way this is happening. With one hand, he starts undoing my jeans, but it’s hard for him because I’m squirming so much. Pain shoots through my arms as I pull against him.
    “Get. Off. Of. Me. I will kill you, you sick fucking bastard,” I stress every single word.
    I hear the crack before I see his hand move, and I whimper as my cheek explodes with pain from the backhanded blow. The sting radiates out from my cheekbone, and for a second, my brain focuses on that instead of how to get away. “You’re not gonna do shit . You see, you’ve been wiggling this sweet ass in front of me for months now, and I’m done with that.”
    “I have not. I hate you. You’re si—”
    Crack.
    Pain.
    Warmth.
    Blood.
    “Oh, that’s gonna leave a mark. Now, how are you gonna explain that to your momma?” he taunts.
    I suck air between my teeth, willing myself not to cry, but I can’t not cry. God, it hurts, and for the first time in my life, I feel completely helpless. Panicked whimpers erupt from my mouth as I glance around wildly, trying to figure a way out of this. The fight leaves my body like a retreating army, and he feels it too. He’s finally gotten my jeans down to my knees, and all that’s protecting me is the slight fabric of my panties. I hear him unzip, and my whimpers turn into pathetic sobs.
    “Oh, yes. This will go much better for you that way, Denver. Much better,” he murmurs as he moves his body over me. He looks down, focusing on freeing himself, and I realize I have an opportunity because he’s somewhat moved off of my legs. I go slack in an effort to get him to relax even more, and it works. The second I feel some room between us, I bring my knee up hard, making contact with his groin. I don’t stop, though, when he stills and cries out. I force my knee into his crotch again, and once more, until he crumples and falls off of me. I roll over to the side, crawling away from him. I push myself up on my knees and run the back of my arm over my face to clear the snot and the tears and the blood from my face.
    “You little bitch,” he breathes through clenched teeth.
    “And don’t you forget it!” I