Page 31 of The Darkest Hour

She took in a deep breath, her chest heaving against my hand as she allowed herself the luxury of oxygen, before whispering out. “I. . .work for. . .”

Fast, she lashed out with her free arm, but I easily sidestepped her panicked flailing.

And then she did something unexpected, she quickly reached into some hidden pocket in her body suit and pulled out a small vial.

“Oh no you don’t.” I rushed for the vial.

She darted to the side, flicked off the cap and splashed its contents towards me.

I backed away just in time.

She cursed and tried to reach in that pocket again

Fast, I launched a sweeping kick and caught her in the midsection. “That wasn’t nice.”

She groaned and crashed to the ground.

“We were having a good time, and you just ended it.”

She pouted. “Aww. You were enjoying the show?”

“I was loving it.”

“Too fucking bad.” She fisted those hands and raised them.

“You messed up.”

“And how did I do that?”

“Before. . .I was going to give you pleasure when I fucked you.”

She glared at me.

“Now, I’ll just fuck you while you’re unconscious.” I headed for her, ready to smash her fucking skull on the floor over and over until I felt better which would probably mean a lot of head-hammering into the ground.

Just as I lunged at her, she rolled to dodge and lashed out with a desperation-infused kick that caught me in the side, creating a chance for her to scramble to her feet.

She was quick, but my rage made me quicker.

I hooked an arm around her waist, yanking her back towards me.

She let out a gasp as our bodies collided.

A horny grunt left me.

Twisting violently, she slammed an elbow into my ribs.

“Son of a bitch!” I growled through gritted teeth.

The impact had knocked the wind out of me, and the pain was shooting through my body like wildfire, but it didn't deter me.

Still holding her in my grasp, we staggered through the room in a feral dance of need to overpower the other.

She clawed at my arm, drawing blood that dripped down onto the floor beneath us.

Sweat trickled down my brow and into my eyes; I blinked it away.

This wasn't going as planned.