Page 79 of The Darkest Hour

I blinked, totally caught off guard. “What?”

“Nothing sounds more entertaining,” He slipped his gaze down my body, “More tantalizing than watching you lower yourself in front of me as your fluids flow. . .”

I widened my eyes.

“Streaming down. . .spilling onto the ground beneath you, mixing with the earth.”

My face flushed. “Something is seriously wrong with you.”

“Oh, I am very aware of that.” His wicked grin didn't falter as he headed over to me with the knife twirling in his hand.

I could only stare at him as he got in front and towered over me. The whole time he kept his dark, predatory gaze on me. “Don’t think about running.”

That’s the only thing I am thinking about.

Before ogling his body while he was building the shelter, I had been running scenarios in my head, trying to figure out a way to use a moment like this to my advantage.

If he untied me from the tree, there might be a window of opportunity—a chance to escape.

But Havoc was also unpredictable, and I couldn’t afford to underestimate him.

He held the knife up, the blade catching the faint light. “Stay still.”

I clenched my teeth, my body frozen in place as he reached forward.

He brought the knife to the ropes binding me to the tree, and with a few swift movements, the tension around my wrists lessened.

Relief flooded through me.

The ropes fully gave way, but it was short-lived.

He didn’t cut the bindings completely, just enough to remove me from the tree.

My wrists were still tied together.

I flexed my fingers, trying to regain some circulation as I eyed the knife in his hand and calculated the distance between us as well as the likelihood of me grabbing the knife and making a run for it.

Alright. Quick head butt, slam to the temples or his throat. With a simultaneous knee to his cock and then I have the knife and I’m off in the woods.

I readied myself.

But before I could act, he had the knife’s cold blade at my throat. “Don’t even think about it.”

Bastard.

I swallowed hard.

The blade’s sharp edge pressed just enough to remind me of the power he held.

I steadied my voice, despite the fear clawing at my insides. “I was just going to get on my toes and give you a nice kiss.”

“Aww.” He gave me a mocking smile. “How sweet, wildcat. However, as much as I would love to indulge in those lush lips, we’ve got important business to attend to.”

He got behind me and moved that knife from my throat to my back.

Then, his voice lowered into a deadly growl. “Move.”

Sighing, I did as he said. Granted, I stumbled a bit, my legs shaking from having been tied against that tree for an extended time. “Where do you want me to go?”