Page 87 of The Darkest Hour

A dark chuckle left him. “Did I say that?”

“You sure did, while you stroked that big cock of yours.”

“So you do think it is big?”

“Very big.”

His voice lowered into a dangerous growl. “Are you trying to flirt with me, wildcat?”

“Will that get the rope away from my wrists?”

Without answering, he slipped behind me.

It was so fast, I almost jumped.

Now what?

The Edge of Desire

Onyx

His hand brushed against the small of my back, a light, almost teasing touch that made my skin prickle with desire.

I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.

Warm.

Steady.

A shiver ran down my spine.

I found my voice. “What now, Havoc?”

“You are starting to smell different.”

“I’m not.”

“You are. . .your very. . .body chemistry is shifting. Twisting.”

My mind spun as I tried to predict his next move, tried to brace myself for whatever was coming. But no matter how hard I tried, I knew I was at Havoc’s mercy, caught in his web with no clear way out.

And that terrified me more than anything else.

Havoc got behind me, but didn’t place the knife along my back. “Was that so bad?”

“You clearly enjoyed it.”

“You have no idea. I almost stuffed you with my cock, but that will come later. You still need time.”

“I would need more than that.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. The only way I plan on cumming on this island, is when I stroke my pussy to your dead body next to me.”

To my shock, a dark groan left him. “Now, you’re speaking my love language.”

I bit my bottom lip.