A Cut so Deep - Dani Rene Page 0,56

my arms across my chest, I arch a brow, looking directly into those luminous blue eyes.

“Get in the fucking car, Nesrin,” Damien bites out through gritted teeth. He’s apprehensive. Surely, he should be calmer since he’s just come in my mouth. But he seems even more anxious than before.

“Why? I’m not one of your—”

He shuts me up with a kiss. His lips mold to mine, searing every inch of me, with a swipe of his tongue. He doesn’t touch me, he doesn’t press his body against mine, he merely consumes every thought I have with a single touch of his mouth to mine.

Our tongues dance against each other, the flavor of the alcohol mingles between us, and I can’t stop myself from lacing my hands around his neck. My fingers tangle in his jet-black hair, and I tug the strands, earning me a growl that has my thighs squeezing together.

When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m breathless and still angry at him. But then he lifts his gaze, locks it on mine and smirks.

“If you don’t get in the car, I’m going to go back to the party, and I’m going to have Brittany, or any of those other groupies spread their legs for me. And you know what will happen then? I’m going to enjoy fucking the frustration of not being able to have you, out on them.”

My mouth falls open in shock, and my hand has a mind of its own when I lift it, slapping Damien across the face. He stumbles backward, and I make my escape. Anger surges through me, which has my feet racing from the party.

I can hear him call for me, but I ignore it. I know he’ll follow. The darkness swallows me, and I blink back the tears. The salty emotion is streaming down my cheeks, and I taste the flavor of my sadness. But I don’t know why I’m sad. I knew Damien wasn’t mine. I should’ve expected him to want other girls.

I don’t know why I’m angry, but I am. I’m halfway through the thick crop of trees when I hear it. A howl, so deep and pained that I stop dead in my tracks. I spin around, but I’m lost in the night, and there’s no light, not even from the party I just left behind.

I turn back to the way I was heading and start running. I don’t know what’s out there, but I don’t feel like being prey tonight. My lungs ache. My legs burn. And my chest is tight with my erratic heartbeat slamming against my ribs by the time I reach the lake. From here, I can see the silver bed of water, and I move forward, finding a pathway around the water, and to the other side. I’m guessing that’s how Creed found us when we had our night run.

Once I reach the other side, I run once more. My feet have a mind of their own, and I trust my instinct. It doesn’t take me long to see the mansion before me.

In the darkness, there’s a foreboding sense of awareness that takes hold of me. But I ignore it and head inside. Thankfully, I’m able to get to my bedroom before I hear the front door open, and Damien’s voice bounces off the walls.

“Nesrin fucking Ellington!” I ignore him, locking myself inside.

I’m not sure what mood he’ll be in when he comes through there, but I don’t want to see him. I head into the bathroom and turn on the shower, before stripping off my clothes.

Sweat drips from me. My gaze finds my reflection in the mirror, and I take in my bright rosy cheeks and my plump lips that are still shimmery from the kiss.

Shaking my head, I step under the spray and stand there for a moment, trying to clear my mind of the image of Damien and another girl doing things that I want him to do with me. But no matter how much I try to ignore it, to not feel jealousy raging through me, I can’t.

Picking up my razor, I stare, for a long while, at the silver blades. I have to decide if it’s worth it. Is it? I nod. Unclipping the blades, I take one in hand and lean against the cold tiles. Under the spray, I slide down until my ass hits the ground. I spread my legs, taking in the scars that are already there.

With a deep breath, I slip the blade across my