Read Cursed Ecstasy (Cursed Series) for Free Online

drawn shut. The officer pulls it slowly to the side and walks through. Steve and I stand completely still, waiting for direction that we can enter.
    My chest is pounding with anxiety, anticipation, and anger for the woman on the other side of that curtain. Sweat is beginning to form along the back of my neck and my fists are back along my side, clinching to form white knuckles.
    To think that a little over twenty-four hours ago I was buried deep inside of her, making her scream my name. Now…now I don’t even want to look her in the eye. It’s insane how quickly feelings of lust and desire can change to hurt and hatred.
    The officer walks back out of the room, looking toward me and Steve, a scowl spread across his face. With a nod, he signals for us to follow.
    I watch as Steve walks ahead of me and my feet remain cemented to the floor. I really don’t want to go in…but I have to find the answers to the questions that have been driving me crazy since I got here.
    As I walk into the room, I can feel a rock hard lump forming in my throat. I can barely swallow and it’s becoming more difficult to breathe. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that I was having an anxiety attack.
    I haven’t had one of these in years. I’ve pushed my emotions down just far enough that an attack hasn’t been possible.
    She’s doing this to me.
    She’s causing all the pain of my past to come full circle.
    She’s the one that will destroy me like no other woman ever has.
    I have to find a way to pull her from my thoughts, a way to forget the desire I’ve felt toward her and suffocate it with loss, regret and loathing. I have to remind myself that we’re not here for her; I’m here to find an answer…that’s all.  
    Steve clears his throat and my attention is drawn to the room. As I move forward, the three of us crowd into the small space.
    A small hospital bed is set up directly in the middle where a small blue-haired bitch now lays. Her eyes are closed and her petite body fills a small section of the bed. Looking her over from head to toe, bruises are beginning to turn from bright red marks to a deep shade of crimson and blue.
    I pause for a moment as an emotion of sadness fills my chest. No…no, I won’t feel sorry for her . She did this to herself; I can’t empathize the pain she’s going through. The pain she’s causing me is far too great to even give a damn about her and her wellbeing. But it’s still there—the need and want to make things okay for her.
    My eyes shift to a man who stands along the side of her bed. His icy gaze scans the room between the officer, Steve and me. He looks confused, but stands tall as though he’s being protective of Etty.
    Who the fuck does this guy think he is? He doesn’t even know her.
    The officer walks to the side of Etty’s bed and extends his hand to the stranger. He’s wearing a set of dark blue scrubs and has an ID badge clipped to a pocket near the left side of his chest.
    “I’m Officer Donovan,” the cop says, pulling his arm back to his side.
    “I’m Christian. I was the orderly that took Gretchen for her CT scan. She may have a concussion, so I’ve chosen to sit with her and make sure she’s awake for the next few hours.”
    He begins to scan the room, his eyes landing on mine.
    “Well, wasn’t that kind of you?” I mumble under my breath.
    Christian looks to Steve and then back to me, his brown eyes fighting back with a fierce look of hatred.
    “Yeah, well she doesn’t have any friends to be by her side. Right now she needs anyone that’s willing to stay with her and keep her company.”
    Steve moves closer to the bed, standing tall as if he’s about to attack this guy.
    “She has friends right here, there’s no need for you to stay as her watch dog. We’ve got it from here,” he barks to the orderly.
    “You guys could’ve fooled me. Some friends she’s got if no one has been here the whole time I have.”
    Christian’s