Page 78 of The Darkest Hour
But there it was, undeniable and maddening.
Havoc caught me staring, and for a split second, our eyes met.
My heart skipped a beat.
A flush of heat rose to my cheeks.
I quickly looked away, cursing myself for the slip. The last thing I needed was for him to think I was interested, or worse, that I was impressed by him.
Thank God, he didn’t say anything, just continued working, but I could feel his gaze on me, as if he was fully aware of the effect he was having on my body.
That’s enough. You’re going to have to kill him when you get out of this rope, so stop it.
I clenched my fists, dug my nails into my palms, and forced myself to focus on anything else—the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the rustling of the palm leaves in the breeze, anything but the infuriatingly competent, sexy man in front of me.
“There we go.” Havoc finished the shelter. “This will be our home for now, until I figure out how to make a better one.”
Frowning, I looked at it.
The raft and sturdy wooden planks from the boat, formed the base and walls of the structure. He had woven palm fronds together to create a roof that sloped just enough to let the rainwater run-off, instead of pool on top.
It was crude, but it was more than just functional.
It actually looked. . .safe.
Plus, from my view, there looked to be enough space inside for both of us to lie down without feeling cramped.
I tilted forward toward the opening to get a better look inside.
Son of a bitch.
Havoc had even managed to line the floor with softer palm leaves, making it appear a lot more comfortable than I had expected it could.
A spark of gratitude came, but then I remember that this. . .shelter. . .would also be the place where he would keep me tied up like a prisoner and taking his cock whenever he pleased.
I gritted my teeth.
Holding the knife in his right hand, Havoc watched me. “You’ve drunk a lot of water.”
I eyed him. “And?”
A wicked grin spread across his face. “You must need to go to the bathroom.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Why do you look so pleased by that?”
“Do you have to go?”
“Yes.”
“Then, I will take you.”
“No.”
“No?”
“I can go on my own.”
“Why would I do that, and miss the alluring show?” He licked his lips.