There Is No Light In Darkness (Darkness #1) Read Online Claire Contreras

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Mafia, New Adult, Romance, Suspense, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Darkness Series by Claire Contreras
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
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At the dance, we mingled with everybody. Justin introduced me to more guys on the football team. I’d met a few already since Greg and Cole also played football. The girls on the cheerleading squad flocked to us when we went to get drinks. Really, they flocked to Justin and pretended to play nice with me since I was there, too. Secretly, they were all thinking, “Lucky bitch. I wish he was my date,” while they left their poor dates nursing their purses and cold chairs.

We spoke to Becky and Greg when they arrived. Aubry and his date Sandra got there, and we all hung out in a group for a while. When Cole stepped in with his date, my breath caught in my throat. I saw Cole checking me out a couple of times, but every time his eyes met mine, he gave me an icy look. I didn’t understand him at all. It was pointless to even try. Becky leaned into my ear and told me that Cole hadn’t taken his eyes off me the entire night. I rolled my eyes at her because she knew damn well I would have been his date if he’d asked me properly. I looked toward him anyway though and caught him watching me.

I danced with Justin, but after he stepped on my toes for the tenth time, I told him that I wanted to sit down. Justin agreed and apologized for torturing me with his moves. I laughed along with him, but I didn’t correct him because dancing with him really was torture. A couple of times he asked me if I wanted a drink. He had snuck in a flask and had been spiking his drinks the entire night. I declined because I didn’t think I liked the taste of alcohol. I’d never tried it, but if it tasted as bad as it smelled, I knew I would hate it.

At some point, Justin leaned over and whispered that he was bored. He pulled me up from my chair, and I cringed, thinking he was taking me back to the dance floor. When he pushed through the gym doors that led out to the hallway, my heart started to race.

“Where are we going?” I asked when we reached the end of the hall by the locker rooms.

“I just wanted to get you alone for a while,” he slurred as he swayed into me, pushing my back gently into the lockers. He lifted my chin, and I found myself meeting his intense deep blue eyes. “You look so beautiful tonight, Blake,” he said, making my stomach do somersaults.

I smelled the repulsive stench of vodka on him as he inched closer to my face and squeezed my eyes shut right before his lips touched mine. I’d never been kissed before, unless you count the pop kiss I shared with Aubry when we played spin the bottle that time. I wasn’t sure what to expect from a real kiss, though. His lips felt rough against my own, and I gasped when he slipped his tongue between my lips. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do with it once it invaded my mouth. It felt slimy and bumpy and gross against my own. I pushed it with mine a couple of times, following his lead. Suddenly, I felt his hands cup my breasts and I jerked away from him, breaking the kiss. The hard look in his eyes made a sudden coldness wash through my core. He barked out a laugh at the look on my face and roughly pulled my face back to his as he slammed me into the lockers behind me, giving me no room to move.

I felt my breathing become heavier, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I tried to push him off, but he wouldn’t budge. He started walking sideways, dragging me tightly against him, his lips painfully planted on mine. I started to panic when I realized that we were now in the guy’s locker room. He let go of me—just slightly—but continued to tell me how much he wanted me and how he was dying to know what I felt like. My eyes darted around the room as I searched for something I could grab to use as a weapon.

“Justin,” I said in a shaky voice. “Let’s go back to the dance.”

“You’re such a cock tease, Blake,” he spewed, disgust dripping in his voice. “Nobody will ever know.”

He pushed me against the wall, and I cringed at the impact. He pressed himself against me and slid his hand up my thigh.

“Please Justin,” I begged. “Please don’t do this to me.”

He laughed and forced his hands into my panties in one swift move making me whimper. I clamped my legs tighter together so that his drunken fingers couldn’t open them. His mouth took mine again, and I bit down on his tongue—hard. A growl escaped him, and he grabbed both of my shoulders and threw me down to the ground. I yelped when I landed awkwardly on my side—my panties not letting me take control of my legs. He pushed me down hard and grabbed me by the neck.


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