Page 29 of The Darkest Hour
She tried to pull away.
“No.” I tightened my grip around her neck, relishing in the fear and helplessness in her eyes. “Move again and I’ll return to squeezing the breath out of your precious little neck.”
She tensed.
I placed my nose against her cheek again, rubbing the tip on her soft skin. “Last night, you should have waited until I fucked the women I ordered in my room.”
She remained silent, telling me this wasn’t the first time she’d been caught in some dangerous situation.
I moved my head toward her ear.
“Do you know why you should have let me cum?” I flicked my tongue out and traced the inside of her ear, leaving a hot trail of saliva that burned with possessiveness. “Because now that I haven’t cum with them, I plan to cum all over you.”
Suddenly, she kicked at my legs.
It stung, and I returned to choking her.
She struggled against my hold, and a dark chuckle left me. “Just let yourself be tamed.”
She fought against me, but I had an iron grip on that throat.
“Accept your new situation.” I sneered. “Now. . .you are mine to control. To dominate. To devour.”
Her eyes flashed with defiance.
I let go of her throat.
She managed to choke out a few words. “Fuck. . .you!”
I tightened my grip again, just enough to remind her of my control. Her body tensed, and her fingers clawed at my wrist, but she was weakening.
“Of course you’re stubborn.” I licked my lips. “But you’ll break. They always do.”
I eased my hold on her throat once more, letting her catch another precious breath.
This time, her defiance was tempered with a flicker of realization. She knew she was outmatched, but she hadn’t given up just yet.
You’re a proper assassin. Aren’t you?
Unable to resist my lusty hunger, I quickly leaned my head all the way down to her chest and took that hardened nipple into my mouth, fabric and all. The material rustled against my tongue, but that nipple was right there too, getting wet and teased.
She loudly gasped.
A grunt of approval rumbled deep in my chest.
I released the nipple, leaving a wet spot on her body suit.
Then, I stood straight and looked at her.
Onyx had balled her hands into fists at her sides and I could feel a weak protest building within her.
But I raised my free hand again and silenced that little protest with a swift pinch at her other nipple, causing her to jerk in surprise and let out a tiny moan.
Mmmm.
The sound echoed in my ears, feeding the beast inside me.
My fingers continued to explore, trailing lower and lower until they found what they sought—the heat between her thighs. She flinched at first contact but did not push me away; instead, she spread her legs ever so slightly.