Page 32 of The Darkest Hour
The room began to hum with the adrenaline coursing through me.
“You're making this more difficult than it needs to be,” I hissed into her ear. I could feel her body tense under my grip as she prepared for another assault.
She spat out a laugh, “You think?”
Before I could react, she had wriggled free from my hold and delivered a solid punch to my jaw that had me seeing stars.
Quick and agile like a cat, Onyx had me pinned against the wall.
Right as I attempted to recover, she replied with a punch to my jaw that must’ve used the entire force of her body.
No woman—no human—should’ve been able to hit someone that hard.
“Fuck.” Pain blazed on my face. “I guess you really want to be conscious when we fuck.”
“How about I fuck you in the ass with the barrel of my gun.” She punched me right in my bare cock, making an instant fist-to-balls impact that shattered everything around me.
AHHH!!!!!
Maybe if I’d had pants or underwear on, it wouldn’t have hurt so bad. Rageful fucking pain tore through me, setting every millimeter of my skin on fire.
I felt like I’d been lifted off the ground and then thrown into the chaotic domains of hell.
Like a baby, I cried out and then clamped my mouth shut as the fire scorched the inside of my mouth.
I’m going to kill her. I’m going to fucking slice every bit of her inch by fucking inch.
My heart thudded in my ears. A rapid beat that was the only thing that kept my mind away from my unraveling, cell by cell.
Consumed by it.
Unable to do anything but jerk and thrash as I rotated on an invisible spit.
If a woman really knew how bad a dick-punch felt, they’d be bottling it up in stores and selling the product to every heartbroken woman done badly by some douchebag. Thank God, the true severity of our secret only lay with psychotic women like this one who clearly found the cock as the number one male weakening target.
She pulled out a knife from only God knows where? Had it been in her ass? Her pussy? What kind of go-go-gadget bodysuit was that?
Her voice was silk. “Do you need time to recover?”
I gritted my teeth. “How nice of you.”
She lunged at me, slamming my arm to the side like I was a little child that needed to be scolded.
Then like a psycho, she jumped on me and not in the proper way someone fought. She hopped on me as if I were a little jungle gym in a kid’s playground, climbing on top of me and yanking my limbs around.
What the fuck is wrong with her?!
I fell back with her weight and she pinned me to the ground.
Goddamn it. She’s quick.
I was too shocked to defend myself, not that I wanted to.
If anything, it damn sure felt better to have her leaning her soft body on top of me, than launching some quick attack far away.
Mmmm.
I lay there, pinned beneath her, every inch of my body screaming in pain and humiliation. My mind raced, fighting through the agony, as I tried to make sense of the whirlwind of chaos Onyx had brought into my life.