Nightfall (Devil's Night #4) - Penelope Douglas Page 0,150

going on?

Her eyes pooled with tears as she stared at me, looking helpless as she held her hands in front of her, like I was going to hit her or something.

What the hell did he know about her that I didn’t? She was my girl, not his.

Everything ached in my chest, and I blinked away the burn in my eyes. “I told you I loved you last night,” I said. “You didn’t even hear me, did you?”

She stepped up to me. “Don’t ruin it. Just remember it being good. Please.”

“Why?” I yelled, whipping off my hoodie and working my belt as I backed her into the mats. “If it’s going to fucking end, why let anything good remain? I don’t want to miss you or this!”

Tears filled my eyes as I undid my belt and tore off my T-shirt, and I could hear her start crying as I pressed into her.

“Let’s just ruin it for good right here!” I yelled down at her. “Remind me that I was just a fuck.”

I grabbed her face, diving in, but she threw her arms around me, shaking with sobs.

“I do…want you,” she whispered, crying. “It’s all about you.”

My chest shook, and I could barely breathe as I stared down at her.

“But you can’t stand me, either,” I gritted out. “You can’t trust me, and you don’t think I’ll ever be anything more or ever good enough, right?”

If she trusted me, she’d tell me what the hell was going on.

She closed her eyes behind her glasses, shaking her head.

But she didn’t argue with my conclusion, either.

She didn’t love me.

Damon pulled me away from her, shoving me back. “You’re drunk.”

And?

“What were you doing together?” I yelled, hooking my arm around his neck and dropping us both to the fucking floor. I swung my fist back and slammed him in the face again, blood dripping from the corner of his eye.

Growling, he threw me over, straddled me, and backhanded me across my cheek. The sting spread across my face as I clutched his neck and squeezed his throat.

“We weren’t doing that!” he shouted. “I’d rather screw a razor blade.”

He threw another fist into my gut, and I shot out my hand, punching his dick.

His eyes went wide with fury, but he didn’t keel over like I thought he would. He bared his teeth, slapping me over the head. “You motherfucker. You’re lucky you missed.”

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them to my chest, coming down and using his weight to keep them there.

“Easy to do,” I bit out. I was much bigger, after all.

He headbutted my nose, and I grunted, tears springing to my eyes.

“Goddammit, D!” I growled. “Shit.”

I struggled against his hold, trying to check for blood, but he wouldn’t let me go.

“You gonna stop now?” he demanded. “I’m not in the fucking mood tonight, and neither is she. We’ve been through hell, and not everything is about you.”

“Is it ever?” I opened my eyes, looking at him through the blur. I wasn’t the leader. I wasn’t the brains. I wasn’t the passion.

My friends wouldn’t be any less strong without me.

I had one thing I really liked. One thing that drove me to try. One thing that made me feel like a man.

Damon hovered over me, searching my eyes, and I could see the red in his, too. What the fuck happened tonight?

Dropping his forehead to mine, he released my hands, our chests rising and falling in sync.

“Bad shit happened,” he whispered. “And I can’t talk about it, but you’re my best friend, so don’t ever forget it.”

His breath warmed my mouth, and I felt him try to hold back a sob as his eyes closed and he struggled.

“I need you,” he murmured. “You don’t know how much we all need you.”

I bit the corner of my mouth to keep my emotions in check, but my eyes stung.

His lips hovered over mine, the heat made the room spin, and then…I opened my eyes, looking over at her. She was sitting against the mats and watching us. She hugged her knees to her body, unblinking as Damon’s mouth ghosted mine, and…when I didn’t pull away, he captured my lips with his, slipping in his tongue and nibbling my lip.

“We don’t smile without you,” he whispered. “She doesn’t smile without you.”

My cock hardened, and I groaned as he slid his hand down my jeans and stroked me. Emory’s mouth fell open as she started breathing harder.

She wasn’t running.

And every second I didn’t stop him and every second