Page 56 of The Darkest Hour

Did it turn him on?

I replied as honestly as I could, “Whenever Paris fucked me, I always came.”

“That’s not an answer to my question.”

“But I do love to cum.”

A dark groan left him.

Apparently Havoc was the sort of man to get turned on even when we were lost at sea and completely at the highest level of desperation.

“Onyx.”

The rain shifted to light drops on my skin. “Yes?”

“Did you love it when Paris fucked you?”

“I liked it.”

“But not loved it?”

“Not love. He always came with this final, deep thrust, his body shuddering against mine. His breath hot against my neck.”

“Mmmm.” A very wicked smirk spread across Havoc’s wet face.

“And then. . .that was it. I straightened, adjusting the nun outfit and he stepped back, zipped up his trousers and gave me a nod.”

“A nod?”

“Yes. We didn’t talk much.”

“And then what?”

“He would say in this very calm, businesslike tone, ‘Goodnight, dear Onyx.’”

Havoc shook his head.

“I would leave after that unless he gave me a job. Then, I would get the details and price, before leaving.”

Havoc’s eyes gleamed wickedly in the moonlight as he processed my words. “I suppose Paris is a man of kinks, then.”

“What kind of kink makes a man want to keep his clothes on during sex?”

“There are many possibilities. It could be a control thing.”

“How?”

“Keeping clothes on, especially for someone in a position of power, can be a way to maintain dominance and control over you and the situation. It’s like saying, 'I’m not vulnerable. I’m always in control.'“

I never guessed that Havoc would be a deep thinker. Honestly, I assumed he would just be a psychotic, mindless idiot that was more animal than man, but he was proving me wrong.

I eyed him. “And the nun outfit? What do you think that meant?”

Havoc’s lips curled into a thoughtful smile. “Religious imagery can be powerful. For some, it’s about the taboo, the forbidden.”

“And nuns are pure.”

“Dressing you up as one was probably his way of corrupting purity for those few moments.”