Page 30 of The Darkest Hour

Her eyes narrowed at me, but beneath the anger was something else.

Desire?

Lust?

Perhaps it was both.

She remained silent as my fingers traced patterns over the fabric covering the sweetest part of her body.

Was she finally enjoying herself?

Or was she letting me enjoy her body to get me off guard and her back in a position of control?

It didn’t matter.

I had her and wouldn’t let her go.

Slowly, I slipped my fingers along the folds of her pussy.

She gasped.

“Who do you work for, Onyx?”

She narrowed her eyes. “You think. . .I’ll just tell you?”

“You will tell me.” I put my face right in front of hers. Barely an inch ran between our noses. A cruel smile spread across my face. “Because if you don’t, I’ll not only fuck you until your voice is hoarse, I’ll make your death slow and agonizing. Surely. . .you’ve heard about me.”

She swallowed hard, a sign that my reputation had truly proceeded me.

But was her resistance crumbling?

“I’ll give you one more chance,” I said softly. “Tell me who sent you.”

“Okay. Just. . .let go of me.”

“Let you go?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I swear I will tell you then.”

You won’t, but let’s play your game and see what happens.

Dodging Death

Havoc

I tilted my head slightly, assessing Onyx.

Her breathing was rapid, shallow in a desperate bid to regain her strength. Her brown eyes had been so full of resolve earlier, now they held a hint of fear.

But there was something else there too. . .determination?

Still, I decided to play along.

Shifting my grip to her collarbone, I dug my fingers into the soft flesh, making sure she felt every ounce of the pressure. “Tell me what I need to know, Onyx.”