Page 82 of The Darkest Hour
“I will not turn around and you will pee in front of me right now.”
I folded my arms over my chest.
Havoc laughed. “Oh, don't be shy, wildcat. You've got nothing I haven't seen before.”
“Then, why look?”
“Because, boy would I love to see it.” He licked those lips and lust vibrated through me.
“You’re sick.”
“I am, and on this island I may end up being even more sick than you can imagine.”
I shivered.
“Because out here, we’re not playing by the rules of society, are we, wildcat?” He gestured to an area two feet away from the pile of fabric. “Go on. Pull your panties down, squat, and give me the show that I so desperately yearn for.”
Is he’s fucking serious? Does he really want to watch me pee?
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My stomach twisted with dread.
I shot him a furious glare, but he just whistled, clearly enjoying my discomfort.
Perhaps, my humiliation was also part of what turned him on?
“Havoc, I’m not peeing in front of you.”
“Why not? It’s a natural thing, isn’t it?”
“Not when someone’s watching,” I shot back, trying to maintain what little dignity I had left.
His gaze darkened slightly, a hint of something more serious behind his eyes. “Do you know why I like to watch women urinate?”
“I don’t care.”
He ignored my answer, continuing as if he hadn’t heard me. “It’s because, in those moments, you’re vulnerable. Stripped bare. No barriers. No masks. No defenses. No walls. It’s raw. Pure. Instinctual. Primal—something you can’t deny or fake.”
“You’re demented.”
“I am, but that still doesn’t change this moment.”
“When I pee, I need you to just look up and away—”
“I will be watching the urine leave your body.”
“What the fuck—”
“I like it.”
“Why? And don’t tell me that bullshit about the moment being raw—”
“Then, I’ll give you the other reason. I like doing things that are forbidden. Socially unacceptable. It is arousing to me.” His breathing rose as if just the words alone were turning him on. “And is there not a small thrill in the degradation of others?”
“No. There’s not.”