Page 69 of The Darkest Hour

The island’s isolation magnified every fear and doubt within me.

My thoughts wandered to murkier, more erotic scenarios that made my heart pound.

He better not be talking about my body? Does he think I’m going to give him pussy because he found me a coconut?

There was no way Havoc thought that we would be fucking on this island. My only focus was to get the hell out of here.

No. He’s not talking about sex. Right?

And it was insane because. . .for some reason. . .the thought of fucking him on this island both terrified and intrigued me.

I wasn’t a fool.

I couldn’t deny the strange, magnetic pull I felt towards Havoc. Despite the danger he represented, there was an undeniable attraction simmering beneath the surface.

For a few seconds, I imagined him stepping closer, his rough hands brushing against my skin as he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. I pictured him taking control, his strength overpowering mine, leaving me breathless and vulnerable.

No.

I shook my head, trying to banish the thoughts. This wasn’t the time or place for such fantasies, yet I couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of desire.

The boundaries between ally and enemy, trust and betrayal, were blurring in dangerous ways.

My heart boomed in my ears.

Havoc continued eating his coconut, his eyes occasionally flicking to mine. His silence spoke volumes, each glance filled with unspoken promises and maybe. . .threats.

I braced myself and tilted my head to the side. “I’ll thank you later. What does that mean?”

“I am a man on an island that. . .from my view at the top of the tree is deserted.”

There’s no one here, but him and me. Is he sure about that?

A cold shiver ran through me. “O-kay.”

“And. . .I am a man with certain needs.” He flung his empty coconut to the ground and licked coconut water off his fingers in the most erotic way, slipping that tongue up and down those digits like it was a sensitive clit. He even flicked at the tip of his thumb and the whole time. . .he watched me.

Against my will, my body hummed.

Focus. Remember how dangerous he is. Don’t forget all of the people he killed.

I narrowed my eyes. “You have certain needs?”

He lowered his hand. “Yes.”

“Food, water, and shelter.”

“Don’t forget pussy.”

And that was when I spotted the knife in his hand.

I had no idea when he’d taken it out, but it appeared just that fast.

Havoc wiped the blade on his pants, but I knew he didn’t need to. He just wanted to make it clear to me how much I was at a disadvantage.

At least that was what my mind told me.

Watch out. I’ll take that knife from you, and cut your dick off.