7. Dodging Death
Dodging Death
Havoc
I tilted my head slightly, assessing Onyx.
Her breathing was rapid, shallow in a desperate bid to regain her strength. Her brown eyes had been so full of resolve earlier, now they held a hint of fear.
But there was something else there too. . .determination?
Still, I decided to play along.
Shifting my grip to her collarbone, I dug my fingers into the soft flesh, making sure she felt every ounce of the pressure. “Tell me what I need to know, Onyx.”
She took in a deep breath, her chest heaving against my hand as she allowed herself the luxury of oxygen, before whispering out. “I. . .work for. . .”
Fast, she lashed out with her free arm, but I easily sidestepped her panicked flailing.
And then she did something unexpected, she quickly reached into some hidden pocket in her body suit and pulled out a small vial.
“Oh no you don’t.” I rushed for the vial.
She darted to the side, flicked off the cap and splashed its contents towards me.
I backed away just in time.
She cursed and tried to reach in that pocket again
Fast, I launched a sweeping kick and caught her in the midsection. “That wasn’t nice.”
She groaned and crashed to the ground.
“We were having a good time, and you just ended it.”
She pouted. “Aww. You were enjoying the show?”
“I was loving it.”
“Too fucking bad.” She fisted those hands and raised them.
“You messed up.”
“And how did I do that?”
“Before. . .I was going to give you pleasure when I fucked you.”
She glared at me.
“Now, I’ll just fuck you while you’re unconscious.” I headed for her, ready to smash her fucking skull on the floor over and over until I felt better which would probably mean a lot of head-hammering into the ground.
Just as I lunged at her, she rolled to dodge and lashed out with a desperation-infused kick that caught me in the side, creating a chance for her to scramble to her feet.
She was quick, but my rage made me quicker.
I hooked an arm around her waist, yanking her back towards me.
She let out a gasp as our bodies collided.
A horny grunt left me.
Twisting violently, she slammed an elbow into my ribs.
“Son of a bitch!” I growled through gritted teeth.
The impact had knocked the wind out of me, and the pain was shooting through my body like wildfire, but it didn't deter me.
Still holding her in my grasp, we staggered through the room in a feral dance of need to overpower the other.
She clawed at my arm, drawing blood that dripped down onto the floor beneath us.
Sweat trickled down my brow and into my eyes; I blinked it away.
This wasn't going as planned.
The room began to hum with the adrenaline coursing through me.
“You're making this more difficult than it needs to be,” I hissed into her ear. I could feel her body tense under my grip as she prepared for another assault.
She spat out a laugh, “You think?”
Before I could react, she had wriggled free from my hold and delivered a solid punch to my jaw that had me seeing stars.
Quick and agile like a cat, Onyx had me pinned against the wall.
Right as I attempted to recover, she replied with a punch to my jaw that must’ve used the entire force of her body.
No woman—no human—should’ve been able to hit someone that hard.
“Fuck.” Pain blazed on my face. “I guess you really want to be conscious when we fuck.”
“How about I fuck you in the ass with the barrel of my gun.” She punched me right in my bare cock, making an instant fist-to-balls impact that shattered everything around me.
AHHH!!!!!
Maybe if I’d had pants or underwear on, it wouldn’t have hurt so bad. Rageful fucking pain tore through me, setting every millimeter of my skin on fire.
I felt like I’d been lifted off the ground and then thrown into the chaotic domains of hell.
Like a baby, I cried out and then clamped my mouth shut as the fire scorched the inside of my mouth.
I’m going to kill her. I’m going to fucking slice every bit of her inch by fucking inch.
My heart thudded in my ears. A rapid beat that was the only thing that kept my mind away from my unraveling, cell by cell.
Consumed by it.
Unable to do anything but jerk and thrash as I rotated on an invisible spit.
If a woman really knew how bad a dick-punch felt, they’d be bottling it up in stores and selling the product to every heartbroken woman done badly by some douchebag. Thank God, the true severity of our secret only lay with psychotic women like this one who clearly found the cock as the number one male weakening target.
She pulled out a knife from only God knows where? Had it been in her ass? Her pussy? What kind of go-go-gadget bodysuit was that?
Her voice was silk. “Do you need time to recover?”
I gritted my teeth. “How nice of you.”
She lunged at me, slamming my arm to the side like I was a little child that needed to be scolded.
Then like a psycho, she jumped on me and not in the proper way someone fought. She hopped on me as if I were a little jungle gym in a kid’s playground, climbing on top of me and yanking my limbs around.
What the fuck is wrong with her?!
I fell back with her weight and she pinned me to the ground.
Goddamn it. She’s quick.
I was too shocked to defend myself, not that I wanted to.
If anything, it damn sure felt better to have her leaning her soft body on top of me, than launching some quick attack far away.
Mmmm.
I lay there, pinned beneath her, every inch of my body screaming in pain and humiliation. My mind raced, fighting through the agony, as I tried to make sense of the whirlwind of chaos Onyx had brought into my life.
The throbbing pain in my crotch was a brutal reminder of just how vulnerable I truly was, despite all my training and experience.
But beyond the pain, something else gnawed at me—a realization that no matter how strong, how ruthless, how prepared a man might be, there would always be a massive weakness.
And that weakness, more often than not, came in the form of a beautiful woman.
I wish she were a damn man. I would have killed her the moment I jumped out of the bed. I would have been out of here by now.
Beautiful women would always be the undoing of men, and Onyx was no exception.
She was a lethal combination of beauty and danger, her every move a deadly tango that both ensnared and repelled. Her soft curves, the way her body moved with such grace and power, her defiant brown eyes that sparkled with both fury and a hint of something more—it was all so goddamned intoxicating.
Fuck.
I tried to twist away from her, but she just clamped me right there.
The more I moved, the tighter her grip became until I couldn’t even turn or lift my arm. It was like fighting in a straightjacket made of steel.
Good-smelling steel.
Soft and sensual steel but hard and stubborn, just the same.
It didn’t help that I was naked and her clothed.
Our bodies warmed against each other.
And there was no space for escape, not that my cock wanted her off of us.
She was too well-trained for me to get out of it.
Is this how I will truly die? Never did I imagine it would be this way.
I gave up and simply let out a delirious chuckle at the ridiculous moment.
It was wrong that men like me, trained to kill without hesitation, could be brought to their knees by the allure of a woman like Onyx.
My heart pounded as I lay beneath her, my body still writhing from the pain.
Yet, amidst the agony, there was an undeniable thrill.
So fucking sexy.
The danger, the unpredictability, the raw intensity of it all—it stirred something deep within me.
I caught my breath. “Who sent you?”
Her legs clamped onto mine tighter. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Why doesn’t it matter?” I moved my hands to touch her.
She smacked them away and held my right arm above my head, and my left between our bodies. “My boss is on the way to get you.”
“And who is your boss?”
“You’ll see soon.” She leaned forward and kept her face inches from mine as she wrapped me into a compliant package under her. “Do you really want to know why I took your clothes off?”
I lifted my head and pressed the tip of my nose against hers. “I already know. You wanted to see if my cock was big.”
For the first time in that moment, a very wicked smile spread across her face. “And it is big.”
“Yeah?”
Her warm breath brushed against my lips. “Yes.”
“Feel free to bounce on it anytime you want.” And just like that, and very fucking fast, I kissed her.
A shocked gasp escaped her lips but was immediately swallowed by my eager mouth.
The fabric of her bodysuit was cold and foreign against my warm skin, but beneath it, I could feel the heat of her body responding to mine.
She shuddered against me and I opened my mouth more, letting her in further.
Fuck.
The world exploded around me.
Things that had been in my head disappeared within the heat of her mouth.
This woman was mesmerizing and exquisitely tasty like an expensive wine left in the cellars for a century only to be sampled by kings and queens.
Soon, she broke the kiss.
Mmmm.
Breathless, she whispered, “Is that your move to escape?”
“No,” I growled. “It’s not my move.”
She blinked.
My lips curled into a smirk as I brought my head back down onto the floor. “It’s a distraction.”
With those words, I lashed out with my foot, catching her unprepared and knocking her off balance. It was just enough for me to free myself from her iron grip.
Twisting and flipping our positions, I had her pinned beneath me now.
She looked up at me, surprise flashing in her distinct brown eyes for a moment before it was replaced with annoyance. “You're good.”
Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to catch her breath. The sudden vulnerability of the scene was too tantalizing to resist.
And I wanted to kiss her more.
In fact, I wondered how she tasted all over, not just her mouth, but her flesh, those breasts, the sweet center between her legs.
I stared down at Onyx, my body still tingling from our brief, fiery kiss.
Her eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, we were suspended in the lusty tension between us.
But then her expression hardened.
“You might as well give up,” she whispered. “My boss is on his way. Even if you kill me, you’re dead.”
Before I could respond, an explosion rocked the boat.
What the fuck was that?