Evil Of Love (4 page)

             
He tilts his head down and our lips meet. He taste of sweet wine and I swoon in the moment. His mood swings drive me crazy, but every chance I can get I take advantage of the sweet and charming Travis that he can be. As much as I love him right now and am excited for the surprise he has for me there is still the part of me that is telling me to run… run from what may come from this man if he drinks too much. I don’t though. I stay wrapped in his strong arms. This is our anniversary and I want to do all I can to enjoy it. If I don’t step out of bounds or provoke him then it’s possible it may go smoothly.

             
As the sleek black car with tinted windows pulls up, Travis opens the door placing his hand on my lower back and helping me in. I scoot over as he squeezes in next to me. His hand placed on my knee and I lay my head on his shoulder while the driver takes off.

             
“Thomas knows where we’re going?” I ask Travis as I notice he doesn’t give his driver any directions.

             
“I informed him today of my plans for you tonight,” Travis reply’s with a wink as his hand slides up my thigh reaching the bottom of my short dress and squeezing me tenderly. I sigh at his affection. Maybe I am always concentrating too much on all the bad things he does because right now he is what I want. Either way I refuse to let anything ruin this evening. I’m going to do my best to be the wife he wants.

             
Not much time passes in the car and then we’re pulling up to a busy and might I say packed dance club. I’m sure the look on my face is priceless. He hasn’t taken me to a night club since before we were married. He says he refuses to have men gawking at his wife. He knows how much I love dancing. I lean over Travis’ lap peering out the window at a line of people rounding the large building and several groups of men and woman smoking and chatting. 

             
I feel Travis’ hand move to my back and down to my ass. “I know how much you love to shake this,” he whispers provocatively in my ear. “This is a special occasion and I don’t want to end up pissed off so stay close to me and if you’re going to shake your ass make sure it’s only in my sight.”

             
Even though I’m annoyed by his childish comments I turn to him and touch my lips to his, kissing him aggressively. “Thank you.” I lean back sitting in my seat as the car stops and the driver comes around opening Travis’ door. 

             
He climbs out of the car and I scoot to his side as he grabs my hand and leans in whispering in my ear, “keep those legs closed. I don’t want anyone getting a peek.” I restrain from rolling my eyes and proceed to exit the vehicle.

             
The building is huge, three stories and on the outside are colored lights flashings all around.
“The Grind”
is written across the building in a huge neon sign. Before walking to the front door Travis turns to me tugging at my dress in an attempt to lengthen it and this time I can’t help but roll my eyes. Once he feels satisfied, even though this dress barely passes my crotch, he grabs my hand pulling me to the front doors, passing everyone in line.

             
“Mr. Barnes, welcome, it’s nice to see you again.” The large dark haired man from behind the rope that blocks us from getting in greets Travis as if he comes here all the time and this pisses me off, but I control myself.

             
“Thank you, John. This is my wife, Stephanie, it’s our two year anniversary and this woman who loves to dance, so I was hoping we could get in tonight.”

             
“Of course, of course. When have we ever turned you away?” the bouncer says jokingly to Travis and I am not amused. He opens the rope to let us pass and Travis holds me tight to his side. I cringe at the thought of him coming here frequently on the nights he says he’s working late, but I refuse to spoil the evening. I hold in my anger and suck it up. 

             
“Stay Close!” Travis yells over the loud music.

             
The room is packed with people shoulder to shoulder and we have to shove our way through. It’s a good thing Travis is so large otherwise I don’t know that we would have been able to make it to the bar. The ladies behind the counter are moving at an amazingly rapid pace. Swinging liquor bottles around and tossing glasses between each other making a beautiful display. Travis pulls me directly up to the bar and loudly orders two cranberry vodkas. It only takes a minute and the glasses are placed in front of us as he passes the money to the large boob, blonde haired bartender and she winks at him as she moves on to the next person. 

             
This place is crawling with blonde hair and short skirts. I watch Travis closely as his eyes peer around at all the people. He gives me a tug and walks me back through the big crowd to the other side of the club where we grab an empty table and take a seat. Within seconds Travis has swallowed down his cranberry and vodka and so I do the same. Hell, if I’m going to have a good time tonight in this place I have to be drunk. I don’t know if I can stand the thought of him being here without me and all these women who probably do who knows what to get in his pants. I slam my empty glass on the table taking off my cardigan and stand up.

             
“Where you going?” Travis yells grabbing my wrist. I pull away not thinking that my gesture will probably piss him off.

             
“I’m going to dance! Isn’t that what we came for?” I scream back over the blaring music and he stands grabbing my waist and pulling me into him. His hardness presses against my belly. He reaches around squeezing my ass as he leans down taking in the scent of my hair. I quiver under his touch and I hate myself for reacting like this. Especially after the fact that I just found out he’s a regular here. I put my hands to his chest pushing him back.

             
“You’re not going without me,” he scolds looking down at me and then grabs my arm almost dragging me to the dance floor. I hate when he treats me like a child, but I don’t fight his hard grasp because I want to dance, I need to dance. I need to feel normal again; free.

             
We make our way to the dance floor and he stops turning around and pulling me into him. He moves his body against mine and I lose myself, moving with the music. It doesn’t take long before my skin feels sweaty and I can feel Travis’ damp shirt as I rub against him. I turn around and he wraps his arms around me holding me at my hips and I move my butt against him, feeling his hardness on my backside. He leans in pulling my hair away and kissing my damp neck. 

             
“I need a drink baby,” he whispers in my ear.

             
“I’ll wait right here. I don’t want to be dragged through all those people again.”

             
“DON’T go anywhere.” His voice carries through my body as he releases me and I’m moving to the music by myself.

             
It doesn’t take long before I feel him back up against me. He’s actually a lot faster than I would have expected, but I keep my eyes closed moving to the music as he hands wrap around my waist and he’s rubbing against me. He feels different though, I open my eyes turning to face him and instead of my dark haired Travis greeting me it’s a shorter, blonde haired man with dark framed glasses grinning and starring straight at my chest.

             
“Hey, sweetie. You smell edible,” he leans in whispering in my ear and I push him back trying to step away, but he grabs my wrists pulling me into him. “Where you going?” he grins.

             
“Let go!” I scream yanking my wrists free and backing up a few feet. 

Nervously I look around for Travis knowing if he saw what just took place he will flip shit and not just on the guy but on me too. It’s too late though. I already see him throwing the shot down his throat and stomping our way with fire in his eyes. The stranger reaches for me, obviously drunk, trying to grab me again
, but I step back again bumping into people, but avoiding his touch. Before I know it Travis is in the guys’ face yelling profanities and then the guys on the floor holding his bleeding nose completely caught off guard. Travis swings around facing me and all I want to do is run, run far enough away so that he won’t ever find me. I slouch in fear from the anger burning in his gaze. He takes a few steps towards me grabbing me by my wrists and I know it’s all over. It’s one thing to be faced with angry drunken Travis, but to be faced with angry drunken jealous Travis is a whole other world.

My arm is throbbing from his tight grasp as he pushes his way through the crowed to the table we were sitting at, grabbing my cardigan he turns to me holding it out helping me put it on, not saying a word and then takes a
hold of me again as we exit the night club. Tears fall down my cheeks at the possibility of what the rest of the night will hold.      

Chapter Five

             
Thomas pulls into our private drive and Travis exits the car. He didn’t say a word the whole ride home, just sat there with a hand on my leg looking out his window. He holds the door open so that I can exit after him and a chill runs through my body and I’m unsure if it’s due to the cold air or the icy stare I’m getting from him right now. Holding his hand I follow behind him into our home. He gently removes my cardigan and then walks me upstairs to our bedroom still in silence and its making me incredibly nervous. Typically he’s yelling and releasing all his anger verbally so this silent Travis scares the shit out of me. Never is he calm when he’s drunk, but then again we haven’t been dancing since before the wedding and never has a guy come up to me like that. Travis was always with me in the past.               

             
He opens our bedroom door and motions me to our bed so I sit down on the edge waiting for his anger to release on me. He looks at me with a blank expression, but his eyes tell all. I see the fury that radiates from them. He kneels down grabbing my feet removing my black stilettos one at a time and messaging each foot as he does it. It feels good, but I’m fucking tense and there’s no way I’m letting down my guard. I know he’s going to flip his switch any second. He moves his hands up my thighs pulling down my thigh high stocking’s one at a time, rolling them down over my feet. As he moves from one to the other his hands find my sweet spot and brush up against it and I flinch more from fear then pleasure. His brown eyes meet mine and there is no passion, no love, only pure hatred. I squirm a little in an attempt to get away, but he grabs my legs holding me in place, proceeding to remove my panties.

             
“Don’t move,” he grits through his teeth and I know he’s doing all he can to control himself, but I’m not sure why. 

             
I freeze under his dark stare afraid to say anything, but I have to know what’s going through his mind. I can’t take the silence. “Are you okay?” I squeak out and his eyes shoot back up to me.

             
“Don’t say a word unless I give you permission to open your fucking mouth.”

             
I cringe under his harsh words. How do I get myself into these situations and why in the hell am I so damned scared to fight back?

             
“After what happened in the night club, you have in my eyes, officially branded yourself a slut and tonight you’re going to do everything I tell you to, without an argument. Do I make myself clear?” His words vibrate through me and I nod in understanding. “Good girl. Now I’m going to have you show me how much of a slut you are. You know if you didn’t choose to dress the way you did then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” The smell of alcohol reaches my nose as he speaks and I nod again knowing better than to respond. 

             
Sex with Travis is amazing, it’s something we’ve enjoyed together when he isn’t smashed and yelling at me, but something inside tells me tonight’s going to be different. His hands slide up my thighs as he’s still knelt on his knees and right as they are about to reach my sensitive spot he moves them away grabbing my hips from under my dress and sliding me off the bed. Standing he pulls my dress up and over my head and turns me around unstrapping my bra and tossing it aside. His hand rubs my ass and in one swift motion he slaps it and I whimper from the sting.

             
“Tonight you will not cum, Stephanie. Tonight will not be fun. You’re going to be begging me to fuck you by the end of the night and guess what? I’m not going to give you what you want. You constantly think you have to show off what you have, you enjoy having guys gawking at you. You need to learn a lesson. You belong to me, Stephanie, and I will not have you allowing another man to put his hands on you,” he hisses in my ear as he smacks my ass with heavy force again and this time I cry out in pain.

             
I can’t fight him, he’s right. This is what I deserve. It’s all I’ve ever deserved. My father made damned sure to remind me of that every damn day. I can’t fight the inevitable. If I must be punished then I will take it like a woman. I refuse to cry and give him that satisfaction. I hold my breath anticipating another hit, but instead his hands find my shoulders and he turns me to face him. I look into his brown eyes and the Travis that I married… that I fell in love with… is gone and this angry stranger has taken his place. I quiver as he runs his thump over my lips, but I hold back the tears. 

             
“You know, Steph, I knew you were mine from the moment I met you. I knew I couldn’t let you ruin yourself anymore and I swore to protect and take care of you. Please know that this is for your own good. I don’t want to hurt you, but if I don’t punish you how will you ever learn?” he whispers in my ear as he begins to kiss my neck and I hate myself for enjoying his lips on my skin. The sensation instantly causes my checks to flush with heat.

             
His large hands trail down my shoulders, his mouth reaches my collar bone and his hands wined into my chest as his fingers find my nipples, teasing and pulling on the buds until their perky and hard. Uncontrollably, I let out a moan and he instantly stops, dropping his hands and moving his luscious lips from my skin, looking at me intently.

             
“Like I said, tonight’s not going to be fun for you,” he grits through his teeth as he steps forward rubbing his hardness on my belly and I bite my lip keeping from releasing another moan. Our anniversary and this may possibly end up being the worst night with my husband.

             
He lifts me easily by the waist and lays me down on our mattress so that my legs are still dangling off the bed. Travis stands over me and I know he’s not going to give me any satisfaction. His rough hand rubs over my belly and up to my now hard nipples as he squeezes them both pinching to the point that it hurts, but I bite my lip suppressing any noises. His expression remains stern as his eyes are focused on me. Afraid of losing control and crying I turn my head looking away. He must not care because his hands move on, finding their way down my belly to the part of me that is burning already for attention. A tear slips away and rolls down my cheek knowing he won’t please me. His finger grazes over my folds and then back up. He slaps me catching me off guard making me jump as my clit burns from the impact and I yelp.

             
“You better bite that lip harder because one more noise from you and I will make it worse,” he growls through his tightened jaw. “You need to know that you’re mine and you will obey.”

             
I nod and his eyes move back down my body as he parts my folds and his finger circles my clit. I bite my lip harder to the point that I might make it bleed in order to avoid the moan that is lingering in my throat. After a few seconds his fingers glide easily down my wetness and moves in me. My hips move involuntarily at the sensation of his finger inside me and instantly he stops. I look up at him and know without him saying anything that he doesn’t want me to move. Only a moment passes and he’s back at my body, caressing every inch of me and it takes all I have to fight the burning need that is causing my crotch to ache and remain silent.
I hate him and what he does to me!

             
It feels like the time is going excruciatingly slowly as he touches ever part of me and I hold in the orgasm that is screaming to break free. His full lips find my hardened nipples as he bites down hard and I do all I can to control myself, to not hit him and run away to hide in a dark corner. He bites each one and I swear he’s drawn blood. I can already taste blood in my mouth as I bite down on my bottom lip even harder.

             
“Don’t move,” he orders looking up at me, removing his lips from my now tender achy nipple.

             
I watch as he walks to his dresser shuffling the clothes around until he finds what he’s looking for and shuts the drawer walking back with a silver object in his hand. My body instantly burns with anticipation, but I know that tonight this is not going to be pleasurable.

             
“Move up on the bed,” he directs me and I lift myself up on my hands and slide back so that I’m no longer hanging off the edge. “I know how well your body responds to this, Steph. Tonight you better contain it otherwise it’s going to hurt more.” I shiver under his harsh breath as I feel his groin on my leg and he leans over me as his lips touch mine.

             
His mouth is soft and I want to run my fingers through his hair, but know better than to touch him right now. I feel his hand between my legs and the coldness of the silver on my private. He hasn’t lubricated it like he usually would and I clench in fear of the pain. The object moves down reaching my backside and he slowly rolls it around preparing it for entrance and I turn my head away from him hating that he would do this to me. The tears now fall down my cheeks and I don’t care if he sees my weakness. I will hate him if he shoves that thing into my ass like that. Haltering at my reaction he moves the silver object away. Placing it on the bed and I let out of breath of relief.

             
“Don’t think I’ve changed my mind, sweetheart. I’ll keep it here just in case you decide to cum. I will shove it up you dry.”

             
I feel his fingers back on my sex and he rubs a couple of times before thrusting two into me, moving at an amazing pace and the orgasm that was lingering before returns instantaneously. Right as I’m on the brink of exploding all over him he moves his fingers out of me. It takes everything in me to not thrust my hips in an effort to get friction for some relief. I shudder at the rejection and his sullen face finally reveals a grin, a grin of control. Without wasting any more time he unbuttons his clothes, not fully undressing, and pulls my hips to the edge of the bed immediately freeing himself. I feel his hardness pressed just on my opening and in one move he thrust inside of me and I automatically cover my mouth suppressing my moan.

             
“Don’t cum or I will punish you!” he spits with anger as he thrust in and out of me at a hard forceful pace and the tears fall down my cheeks.

             
I hate myself for allowing him to make me feel like this. He’s supposed to love me, care for me, make me feel good, not treat me this way; like a piece of shit under his shoes. As he thrust into me one last time I can’t help, but release a whimper and a low grunt escapes his mouth. He drops my hips as he moves away swiftly, not saying a word to me, leaving me hurting and craving more all at the same time. I wrap up in our comforter and watch as he enters the bathroom and I squeeze my eyes shut allowing the last bit of tears to flow down my cheeks and before I know it I’ve drifted off to sleep.