Page 90 of The Darkest Hour

He pulled the knife away slightly only to guide the blade down over my bra, then along my stomach, until it rested upon the fabric of my panties—the last barrier holding him back from claiming what he so clearly desired.

I should stop him. . .but. . .I don’t want to. . .

Soon, he moved the knife so that the sharp point of the blade pressed against my sensitive clit and I jolted in surprise.

He’s insane. . .

The place didn't cut me, but it served its purpose—it reminded my body and me that Havoc was very much in control, that his dangerous and intoxicating power was conquering my dwindling resistance.

“Mmmm.” He circled the tip of the sharp knife along my clit, and a goddamn moan left me.

How long had I been keeping it in?

How hard had I tried to not even make a sound of pleasure?

So mad at myself, I closed my eyes.

“Aww.” He rubbed his cock against my ass. “There we go. That’s what I wanted to hear.”

He moved the tip away from my clit and traced the blade along the edge of my panties.

My body reacted viscerally, hips arching and a strangled whimper caught in my throat.

It was a twisted game we were playing; fear entwined with desire—the worst kind of addiction.

He groaned, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

I shuddered.

“Fine. Don’t answer.” He leaned over and brushed his lips along where he’d bit me. “Do you feel that? Because I can. It's your heart pounding against your chest.”

I panted.

“You may be lost somewhere in the Pacific ocean, wildcat.” He lapped at that bite mark. “But, you're alive, and my cock will remind you of that every day so you don’t forget.”

He took the knife away and backed up from me, and I couldn't help but bite my lip to keep from whimpering.

C-control yourself. He’s just. . .in your head. . .Get him out. . .

I didn’t know what was about to happen. Either he was going to fuck me in this dark forest or he was going to take me back to the shelter that he’d just made and fuck me there.

Either way, I couldn’t let it happen, no matter how much my body begged for it.

You’re out of the ropes. This is your opportunity.

In one swift, mind-numbing motion, I spun around and grasped his wrist that held the knife.

Shocked, he widened his eyes.

Now what?

The Dilemma

Onyx

Now that I had a grip on his hand holding the knife, with all my strength, I smashed the heel of my other palm into his nose. There was a satisfying crack and he stumbled back, releasing the knife.

It fell to the ground.