Page 97 of The Darkest Hour

And I loved and hated it all at the same time.

It was an absolute struggle to reconcile his threat with the fire of arousal his words had ignited within my core.

Havoc studied me and then lifted his nose in the air again. Then, an even darker groan left him. “Aww. You like the idea of that. Don’t you, wildcat?”

I frowned. “Stop smelling me.”

He grinned. “Go ahead, wildcat.”

I quirked my brows. “What?”

“Run. . .as fast as you can.” And then he laughed.

I should have said something smart or insulting.

I could have maybe. . .went over and kicked him back to an unconscious state.

But I didn’t.

Instead. . .

I turned on my heel and bolted, sprinting deeper into the woods.

My heart pounded a brutal staccato in my chest.

I ran over uneven ground.

Every now and then dense foliage slapped against my skin.

And no matter how fast I ran, I still could hear Havoc's laughter from behind me.

Loud and taunting.

Following me like a haunting wolf howl on the hunt.

Each breath came hard, and my muscles screamed for mercy. But fear, as much as sweet exhilaration, compelled me to push harder.

This new problem was simple.

Either I would find us a way off this island or I would get caught and fucked out of my mind.

As my body hummed with desire and my heart pumped in fear. . .the only question now was. . .which outcome did I truly want.

Horny Little Red Riding Hood

Onyx

I raced away, scared, but not completely terrified.

It was hard to understand what was going on in my head.

There was fear, but there was more of a sick thrill in the chase too.

My lungs burned way too fast, each breath searing as I pushed myself harder and harder and harder.

The cold night air sliced through my throat.

There was nothing but the rhythm of my feet pounding against the forest floor, the sound of my heart thudding in my ears, and the darkness pressing in from all sides.