Page 83 of The Darkest Hour
I stood there, my mind racing.
Part of me wanted to refuse, to defy him just for the sake of it.
But the other part of me knew that resistance would only make things worse.
We could fight again, yet I was beyond exhausted, still hungry, and unfortunately. . .I actually needed to pee.
“Fine.” I placed my fingers at the top of my panties. “Sicko.”
“Mmm.” His eyes lit up with perverse delight as he reclined against a tree, arms crossed over his chest, watching me intently as if I were some exotic show.
There was a twisted satisfaction in his gaze, like he'd won a major victory.
I took a step back, away from the pile of fabric and slowly lowered my panties just enough for what I needed to do.
Cool air smoothed against my folds.
He dropped his gaze to my exposed pussy and groaned.
Shivers zipped down my spine.
Feeling absolutely vulnerable, I squatted, shielding myself best as I could from his heated gaze.
However, it didn’t matter. I could see that twisted satisfaction all over his face as well as the perverted delight flashing in his gaze.
He curled his lips upwards in a devilish grin. “Very nice.”
My cheeks flamed with embarrassment. The cold air bit into my skin and made it all the more uncomfortable.
This searing humiliation burned through me like fire. Part of me wanted to lash out, while the other part just wanted to crawl away and hide.
I squatted further down.
The forest around us was eerily quiet, as if even the creatures of the night wanted to witness my humiliation.
I tugged my panties down. The soft, intimate sound of the material sliding over my thighs was almost drowned out by the pounding of my heart in my ears.
“Hell yes.” Havoc unfolded his arms and dove one hand into his pants.
“Are you fucking serious right now?”
“You’re lucky my cock is not in your mouth.”
“No, Havoc. You’re lucky that it isn’t.”
He blinked, understanding just how hard I would bite down on that length if it ever did get close to my lips.
Just ignore him and get on with it.
I tried to disregard the weight of Havoc’s gaze on me. I could feel it— hot and heavy—like a physical touch, tracing every curve and dip of my pussy. Plus, the vulnerability of the moment was suffocating, wrapping around me and tightening with every passing second.
The smell of the forest was all around me—earthy and damp, mixed with the lingering scent of rain.
It should have been calming, grounding, but instead, it made the situation feel even more surreal, like I was trapped in some fucked-up dream I couldn’t wake up from.
My breathing grew shallow.
Alright. Just do it.