Page 34 of Bleeding Blackheart

She takes a swig of her beer and shivers. “He kept me in the dingiest, dirtiest shed you can imagine. Worse than your disgusting shed.”

I blush with embarrassment, remembering where she woke up after I got her back to my house. I shouldn’t have put her out there.

She sets her drink down and goes on. “He kept me in a cage. Like one you’d keep a dog in. It wasn’t even a cage fit for a dog. It was rusty, with metal sticking out of it. He kept me locked there for seven days.

“He didn’t feed me. Barely gave me any water. And he took me out once per night to whip me with his leather belt.”

“I’m sorry about last night.” I get a flash in my mind of me hovering over her with my belt in my hand, gettingready to give her more welts. She probably thinks I’m just as bad as that bastard. And in some ways I am.

Her eyes darken, and she swipes her tongue over her lips. “It’s alright. I liked it.”

I close my eyes and all I can see is Montana’s cute butt. I want to do so many things to her sweet little ass.

And she liked it. My bad little bitch liked it. I open my eyes, staring into her lustful ones while I take another sip of my beer, wondering how she’d like being handcuffed to the bed while I shove my tongue inside her pretty little pussy. I’m seconds away from saying something so disgustingly vulgar and inappropriate to her when some chump in a leather jacket comes up to our table.

I barely notice him, still lost in my vision of what I want to do to Montana when I see her look over at me nervously. “Only if it’s okay with my boyfriend.”

Snapping myself out of my imagination, I look between the two of them. “I’m sorry?”

The chap looks at me nervously. “I’m asking her to dance.”

Some upbeat song plays in the background while people start to crowd in the center of the room. I want to smash my bottle upside this punk’s head and tell him to beat it, but I don’t want to get kicked out before we’ve had dinner. And Montana looks at him like she wants to dance withhim. He’s conventionally attractive and probably nicer than me. And I did tell her I’d let her have a little fun tonight.

I wink at her and give her a small smile. “One dance.”

He holds out his hand for her, and as soon as she slips hers in his, I feel a wave of possession like never before.

I don’t even know this guy’s name. All I know is that he’s as tall as me, as fit as me, with jet-black short hair, and he’s got his hands on my girl’s waist.

My girl. I really have lost it. Montana’s not my girl. She’s just a girl who life threw in my path. A girl I can’t stand and a girl I don’t want to let go. But I have to. Letting her go is a part of our agreement. And letting her go will allow me to go back to my normal way of life without worrying about her wellbeing.

I set my half-empty second beer to the side and get a glass of water from our server, remembering that I’m driving us back to the motel. Montana puts her hands on the man’s shoulders, and he says something to her that makes her smile. She gives him my smile, and it takes everything in me not to waltz out there and pull him off her.

But when she starts to move, I forget all about him. He teaches her some dance, and he spins her around to the beat while other duos around them do the same. I forgetI’m staring at her until she looks over at me, and I wave at her, causing her to give me a small wave back.

They dance for a few more minutes while I tap my foot impatiently, and when the next song starts, I get out of my seat. I walk to the center of the dance floor swiftly, and I hear Mr. Nobody ask her for another dance right when I put my hand on his shoulder. He looks over at me, and when I give him my death stare, he steps away with a nod toward Montana while I pull her into my arms.

Her light eyes are slightly glazed from the alcohol she had, and she cups my neck with her small hands. “Are you jealous?”

I slide my hands down to her sexy little hips. “What the fuck would I be jealous about?”

She smirks and shakes her head. “Me giving my attention to someone who isn’t you.”

Fuck yes, I’m jealous. I’ve just met Montana, and I already feel like she belongs to me more than she does her father. I tuck my thumbs into her belt loops. “I don’t want your attention.”

She drags her hands down my chest. “So you wouldn’t mind if I found my new friend and gave him a little kiss?”

I feel my left eye start to twitch. “Not unless you don’t mind me chopping off his lips after.”

She sucks in a breath. “You like hurting people, don’t you?”

“I do. But my favorite thing to do is hurt pretty little things like you.”

She lets out an alcohol-induced giggle. “So you think I’m pretty.”

I slide my hands down her body lower, resting them on her perfect ass. “I think you’re gorgeous, Montana.”

She looks away from me as the music dies down, and then she pulls out of my grasp. “I’m hungry.”

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