Page 27 of The Darkest Hour

The Art of Choking

Havoc

Onyx’s struggle intensified as my grip tightened around her throat.

I stared deeply into her eyes, those striking brown eyes that had captivated me even in my semi-conscious state.

They were wide now, filled with a mix of fear and fury.

Mmmm.

Lust coursed through me.

I knew exactly how long a human could live without breathing. Roughly four to six minutes before irreversible brain damage set in, but that was only if the choking was perfect.

The art of choking a person wasn’t just about cutting off air; it was about control.

Precision.

One needed to apply just the right amount of pressure to the carotid arteries, restricting blood flow to the brain. It was an intimate act of dominance—one that required both strength and finesse.

Smiling, I loosened my grip slightly, allowing her a shallow breath.

Her chest heaved as she coughed violently, her body shuddered against mine, her movements pressing her closer.

Then, she tried to reach for something at her waist—a knife perhaps?

“Not a good idea sweetheart.” Swiftly, I grabbed her wrist, crushing it in my grasp before she could make any move.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you right now.” Still with my other hand over her throat, I leaned in closer, until my lips almost brushed against her earlobe. The scent of orange spice filled my senses again as I breathed in heavily. “I’m going to wait until after I fuck you and your body is bloody from my cock. Then. . .that is when I will kill you.”

She froze underneath me; maybe it was the closeness or maybe she had finally realized the predicament she was in.

I let go of her wrist and began exploring her body, tracing the contours of her abdomen through the thin fabric of her bodysuit.

Her muscles tightened under my touch, but she did not pull away. Instead she watched me like a lioness waiting to pounce. Surely, she had several ideas of how she was going to get out of my hold and many of them probably would be lethal.

“Be careful.” I smirked. “I don’t mind breaking you.”

A flash of terror hit her eyes and then went away just as fast. However, beneath the fear, I could sense an underlying anticipation.

Or maybe that was just what I wanted to see.

I loosened my grip on her throat so she could talk. “Are you as much of a sick fuck as me?”

Her response was a hiss of pure defiance, and those eyes burned with anger.

“Nothing to say?” I began to slide my hands up and away from her stomach.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” Onyx tried to jerk her body away from me, but the wall at her back and my hand on her throat made escape impossible.

“I’ll touch you all I want, and you’ll fucking deal with it.” I slipped my hands to her breasts and could feel the heat of her body seeping into mine. “Mmmm.”

Her lips curled in a snarl but she didn’t say a word.

She probably didn’t want to waste her breath.

Instead, she pushed against me with all her strength, planting a knee straight into my gut.