Page 76 of The Darkest Hour

Goddamn it. Stop. . .you. . .must. . .

That kiss was a weapon.

It disarmed me.

Havoc could've stabbed me right there, and I wouldn't have been able to retaliate.

And because he was so damn cruel, he took that kiss deeper, and with a swift motion, he looped the rope around my wrist, tightening it with a brutal efficiency.

Oh wait. No! He’s tying me up while he kisses me! Asshole!

I wrenched my mouth to the side and tried to twist my wrists away from the rope.

But he already had it tied around my wrists. “I love your spirit, wildcat, but it’s useless. I’ve trapped you.”

The rope's rough fibers dug painfully into my flesh.

Panic surged through me as he looked up and probably made sure that I was perfectly bound and at his mercy. “There we go.”

I blinked. “Untie my wrists—”

“Why would I do that? You’re fucking dangerous.” He then did some move with his hands and I looked up to realize that he was also tying me to the tree.

I shoved at him hard and twisted back and forth. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Sorry, Onyx. Safety first.”

I struggled to ruin his plan and thrashed against his hold some more. The rough bark of the tree rubbed against my back as I tried to escape.

But it was all for nothing.

“Hmm.” Once he finished tying me to the tree, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. “Okay. That should hold you for an hour at least while I get our shelter together.”

“I’m going to get out of this and then kill you—”

“Yes. Yes. You keep saying that, yet. . .it never happens.”

“I’m going to enjoy watching the life leave your eyes.”

He slipped his gaze over my body. “And I’m going to enjoy watching you cum so hard that your eyes roll to the back of your head.”

I parted my lips.

Havoc came back over to me and leaned in close until his face was inches from mine. “You need to understand something, Onyx.”

“I don’t need to understand shit—”

“You do, because out here, it’s about survival. And sometimes, survival means making hard choices like opening your pretty legs to my cock.”

“Never.”

He growled. “God, it’s going to taste so good when you submit.”

“I will never submit to you.”

This dangerous glint blazed in his gaze. “Not only will you submit, my sweet wildcat, you will love every pussy-wetting second of it.”

How the hell will I get out of this and away from him?