Page 75 of The Darkest Hour

I yelped in surprise, the sound strangled off as he slammed his palm into my chest, throwing me off balance.

Ahh!

Despite the dizziness, I retaliated, jabbing the blade towards him again. Eyes still closed, he evaded it with ease, his smirk never wavering.

A cold shudder ran down my spine.

I needed to end this fight, and fast.

Channeling my fear into anger, I aimed an upward slash at him which he easily sidestepped.

In a swift movement, he pinned me against a tree by my wrists.

His iron grip was unyielding.

“Let go!” I drove my knee into his stomach as hard as I could.

Havoc grunted, but didn’t let go and those eyes still remained closed. “You have to stop hitting like a bitch—”

“And I told you that being a bitch is in my DNA.”

Havoc twisted his mouth into a vicious smile. “This is going to be fun.”

My whole body went solid with anxiety. “W-what is going to be fun?”

“Taming you.”

“Y-you could never tame me. N-no one could.”

He leaned in, slipping his nose along my cheek and loudly inhaling. “With your scent and how small this island is. . .you will never be able to hide from me.”

Every tendon in my body screamed for me to move, but I was paralyzed by this revelation—Havoc had hidden depths that were proving to be much darker than I'd thought.

Then, he snapped those eyes open. His pupils were bloodshot from the sand I'd thrown in them but still terrifyingly focused. “But this doesn’t have to be a fight. It could just be pleasure.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“You keep saying that, but it never happens.” And then he stole a kiss from me.

A hot, passionate one.

I froze, momentarily stunned by his audacity.

Then. . .against all of my will. . .I melted, and it wasn’t right to do so, but my body. . .it wanted that insistent, heated mouth that knew how to make my lips part, that knew how to make me let out a soft moan even though I fucking didn’t want to.

And for a moment, just a moment, I lost myself in the sweet oblivion of his taste mixed with coconut water and his darkness.

The utter passion of it all.

Sparks ignited within my core.

My treacherous body arched into him.

His tongue darted, tracing my lower lip and then pushing back into my mouth again with a forceful but enthralling invasion.

I gasped at the suddenness of it, feeling his hands gripping my wrists even tighter—if that were possible.

Fire coursed through my veins, fueled by that kiss alone.