Page 88 of The Darkest Hour
“I saw you looking at my cock.” His finger touched the center of my back.
I tensed.
“Did you want it?” He traced a slow path down to my ass where he cupped and squeezed it with that huge hand.
Against my will, a surge of heat pooled in my core, and. . .I could not deny the arousal stirring within me.
All I could wonder was why. . .
Why did he turn me on so much?
Why could I not focus on getting away from him?
Havoc came closer, pressing his hard length into my ass. “Can you imagine my cock moving inside you, thrusting in your wet pussy?”
I didn’t respond, didn’t trust myself to speak without my voice betraying the chaotic emotions swirling inside me. Because even though my mind buzzed with a storm of thoughts—anger, shame, and the burning need for revenge.
Beneath it all, there was something else, something darker that I didn’t want to acknowledge—a small, warped part of me that was beginning to take pleasure from Havoc’s power over me, his utter dominating control.
And that scared me more than anything.
He rubbed his cock against me one more time.
Next, the menacing knife appeared in the center of my back too.
I stiffened.
My skin prickled with goosebumps.
“Hmmm.” He pressed the cold blade against my skin, and it was a silent, yet explicit threat intricately woven into an intimate touch. “This is hard, my sexy wildcat.”
I swallowed. “What is. . .hard?”
“I can now smell your lust.”
I trembled. “How. . .does it smell?”
“You already had this perfumed alure of orange spice dripping over new leather, but now. . .mixed with your lust. . .well. . .it is like. . .”
I swallowed again.
“It’s as if someone plucked a ripe, juicy orange straight from this special spiced tree, and they pressed their fingers into the orange’s skin, thrusting those tips deep into the sweet fruit. . .”
My nipples ached, and I couldn’t tell the logical part of my brain why it was happening.
Perhaps, I was fully losing my mind.
“And slowly those fingers rip the orange open, revealing the bright, succulent flesh. Releasing a burst of spicy sweetness. And it drips. It spills all over those fingers. All over the ground.” With the knife still at my back, he gripped my waist with his free hand. “And the scent. . .it is so enticing.”
He slipped the point of the knife up my spine. “It is intoxicating.”
I shivered in absolute desire.
“It’s so hard to resist.”
Ever so slowly, he drew the knife down my back causing me to shudder from its dangerous touch. “And. . .that sweet scent tells me that I could fuck you right here. Right now.”
My breath hitched.