Page 26 of The Darkest Hour

Closer, sweetie.

Onyx continued to walk towards me.

Yes, sweetie, and the next time you take me, make sure you handcuff me. Never leave me with my hands free.

Those very soft footsteps approached the bed.

Closer.

Soon she was right next to the bed, almost blanketing me with her scent.

Fuck.

It took everything in me to hold in my groan.

Mmmm. Will your blood smell like orange spice when I spill it out of your chest?

Seconds later, she leaned over me, and her breath was warm on my face.

Let’s play.

I sat up fast and rushed for her. The sheets and pillows fell from me, falling onto the floor.

She shrieked and stumbled back, holding a syringe in her hand.

Before she could react, I closed the distance between us, smacked that syringe away, and wrapped my fingers around her slender throat, squeezing just enough to startle her, but not enough to completely kill.

Not yet.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she clawed at my hand.

“Hello.” Fast, I shoved her forward.

She stumbled back trying to get out of my hold and remain somewhat standing. And I kept pushing her forward, all the way until her back slammed hard against the door.

“There we go.” I curved my lips into a smile as she struggled against my chokehold. “Now, let’s get a good look at you.”

I slipped my gaze down her body.

Today, she wore a tight, black bodysuit that left nothing to the imagination. Every curve was revealed as the dark fabric hugged her generous body.

Her dreadlocks were in a long ponytail.

She had on black boots.

Had I been a good man, I would’ve decided not to kill her.

She was a sight of athletic beauty, yet all female. Every curve of muscle had feminine softness. She should’ve been on a pedestal somewhere being prayed to and fed grapes.

Too bad you fucked with me.

“Very nice.” I held Onyx against the door, my hand still firmly clutching her throat as she struggled to get free.

While she was difficult to shoot or catch, once she was in arm’s length, she had trouble with a man like me.

There, she choked under my grip. Her body writhed and contorted like a marionette being controlled by a cruel master, her dark brown face shaded with a hint of red that matched the fiery rage in her eyes.

I grinned at her. “I bet you wish you had chained me up.”