Page 96 of The Darkest Hour

“Say thank you.”

He tilted his head to the side. “Thank you?”

“Thank you, Onyx for not killing me. Say it.”

“Instead of saying thank you, I will say this.” He cleared his throat and leaned his head against the tree. “Onyx. . .I am glad you are falling in love with me because I am certainly falling in love with you.”

I blinked and inched back.

“And it is not because we have been forced to be together this whole day. . .I think I started falling for you when you were killing the men at the Decadent Resort.”

“That’s an odd moment to fall in love.”

“Yet. . .love can be odd—”

“You don’t love me—”

“I’m falling. . .desperately falling. . .with no hopes to be saved. . .”

I pursed my lips together.

“And you are too. I can smell it.”

I bit my lip, trying to suppress the emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.

“So. . .” Havoc watched me. “If you run off, there will be consequences. I just want you to understand that.”

“What fucking consequences?”

“I will get out of this rope, and I will track your scent because your orange spiced fragrance is so thoroughly embedded within my soul right now that I don’t even know how I smell anymore.”

I took another step back.

“I will hunt you.”

Tension gathered in my shoulders.

“I will chase you.”

My fingers shook.

“And I will catch you.”

My heart pounded.

“And when that happens. . .I will fuck you, wherever we are.”

I froze as the implication of his words sank in.

And to my surprise, shivering fear and erotic thrill wrestled for dominance in my mind.

He was, after all, a predator, and I knew what predators did to their prey.

Until him. . .I had never been prey to anyone.

I was always the predator.

However. . .unfortunately. . .he’d somehow gotten into my head and was. . .slowly showing me how. . .delicious. . .being prey could be.