17. Like a Wolf
Like a Wolf
Onyx
T error surged through me. “What the fuck do you think you’re going to do with that rope?”
Havoc kept a calm expression. “I think the rope will be helpful for you in the beginning—”
“Excuse me—”
“It will anchor you to our new situation, and then once I know I can fully trust you to not kill me, and you submit to pleasure—”
“Submit!” I backed up. “You know who the fuck I am, Havoc? I don’t know anything about submitting.”
“I’m not Paris, sweetheart.” He leaned his head to the side. “I’m very different. I’m a beast.”
“And I am not some paid prostitute at a high end sex club, because with my bare hands, I will bend and break you in ways you thought were impossible.”
He blinked and then a wicked chuckle left him. “Actually, I might like that.”
“Pervert.”
“Honey, you have no idea.” He lunged at me, the rope stretched taut between his hands.
Instinct took over, and I ducked, narrowly avoiding his grasp.
The fight was on—primal and raw.
I threw a punch, aiming for his jaw, but he deflected it easily, his movements fluid and precise.
He reached for me again, and I twisted away, my eyes darting to the knife in his other hand.
If I could just get my hands on it, I might have a chance.
Havoc lunged again, and this time, he managed to grab my wrist.
“Fuck you!” I twisted and pulled, trying to free myself, but his grip was ironclad, so I used my free hand to jab at his ribs, causing him to grunt in pain, but he didn’t let go.
“Stubborn as ever,” he growled, tightening his grip.
I kicked out, my foot connecting with his shin.
“Goddamn it!” he cursed, loosening his hold just enough for me to yank my wrist free.
Thank God!
I scrambled backward, my fingers brushing against the handle of the knife.
Almost safe.
But Havoc was relentless. He closed the distance between us in a heartbeat, tackling me to the ground.
No!
We rolled in the sand—a chaotic tangle of limbs and fury. He was stronger, but I fought with every ounce of my being, my survival instincts kicking into overdrive.
I grabbed sand and flung it in his eyes.
“Ahh!!” He roared and tried to blink through it, but I’d got him good.
“Now let’s see what you can do when you’re blind, asshole!”
He shook off some of the sand from his face, but still kept his eyes closed. “You would be surprised, my sweet little wildcat.”
“Fuck you. I’m not your anything!” I reached for the knife in his hand. My fingers brushed against the cold metal and with a triumphant gasp, I grabbed it.
Yes!
I thought Havoc would have tried to get it back. Instead, he kept his eyes closed and lifted his nose to the air.
What is he doing?
My heart pounded as I scrambled away, knife clutched tightly in my hand.
Get out of here.
I moved to the left, and with his eyes closed, he moved my way as if his eyes were open.
Huh? How did he do that? How does he know where I am?
Determined to get away from him, I made sure my steps were softer this time and hurried to the right.
His head jerked in that direction. “You're not going to get away from me, my sweet wildcat. You smell too good.”
Panic clawed up my throat.
No way. He’s tracking my fucking scent.
I had to move, had to run.
But where?
The night was thick around us, a darkness that swallowed up the trees and the ocean beyond.
My heart pounded in my chest as I calculated my next move.
The ocean was behind me.
Meanwhile, Havoc was in the direction of the trees I needed to escape into.
Okay. We will just avoid him and sprint off. Simple.
Suddenly, he sniffed the air and then fast he charged my way.
What?!
His hand shot out in an attempt to grab me.
No!
I barely managed to evade him, diving to the side at the last second.
Shit! That’s not fair. How can he do that?!
Havoc fell to the ground, rolled onto his stomach, pushed himself up off the ground, and lifted that nose back up in the air.
Jesus Christ!
In the face of blindness, he’d heightened his senses like some creature of the wild, honing in on his prey with uncanny precision.
For a moment, I believed I had the upper hand. But Havoc moved with an eerie precision, his senses sharp and unfaltering.
What the fuck?!
I trembled and backed up. “This is stupid. We should be working together.”
“That is what I’m saying. Let’s work together.”
“You’re talking about fucking me senseless and I’m talking about getting out of here—”
“That’s incorrect.” He wiped at his eyes, but that clearly hadn’t helped since he kept them shut. “I do not want to fuck you senseless. I want all your senses alert. Ecstasy is a beautiful thing that should be shared.”
“I will never let you fuck me—”
“You actually owe me some pussy. Lots of it—”
“You’re insane!”
“At the Decadent Resort, you interrupted a very expensive evening of sex and now you are going to make it all up due to us being stuck on this island—”
“Fuck you. It will never happen!”
A grin spread across Havoc's face—mad and cruel. “We'll see about that.”
Fuck this. I’m not going to run. I’m just going to kill him.
It would suck to be on this island alone, but he was on some bullshit.
Enough is enough.
With a sudden rush of adrenaline, I charged at him, bearing down with all my strength. Of course he prepared himself by raising his hands in the air and bracing his body. I rammed into him. The shock of impact rattled my bones. I tried to stab him in the neck and he blocked it.
Can he fucking smell the knife too?
We went tumbling into the sand again.
Reality blurred as we grappled; our bodies shifting, twisting and turning like a pair of snakes in the throes of battle.
But I refused to back down.
I tried to stab him in the chest right above his heart.
Havoc blocked the blade with ease, just like he could see it.
Yep. He can smell the damn knife too! This isn’t right.
Desperation fueled my next move as I drove the point of the blade towards his throat.
He darted from that too, and we were rolling again in the sand.
God, help me!
My energy began to wane, but the fear of what would happen if he won spurred me on.
He reached out and tried to snatch the knife away from me, but I clung onto it like it was my lifeline.
Because in many ways, it was.
Somehow we separated.
Then, Havoc's foot connected with my side in a powerful kick, sending me sprawling a few feet away.
Ahh!
I coughed out sand, reeling from the impact but still clenching the knife in my hand. My back was to him, but the sound of rapid footsteps warned me of his advance.
Get up! Now!
I quickly scrambled to my feet.
But he was faster.
Havoc’s hand wrapped around my arm, wrenching me to him just as I whirled around to face him.
I yelped in surprise, the sound strangled off as he slammed his palm into my chest, throwing me off balance.
Ahh!
Despite the dizziness, I retaliated, jabbing the blade towards him again. Eyes still closed, he evaded it with ease, his smirk never wavering.
A cold shudder ran down my spine.
I needed to end this fight, and fast.
Channeling my fear into anger, I aimed an upward slash at him which he easily sidestepped.
In a swift movement, he pinned me against a tree by my wrists.
His iron grip was unyielding.
“Let go!” I drove my knee into his stomach as hard as I could.
Havoc grunted, but didn’t let go and those eyes still remained closed. “You have to stop hitting like a bitch—”
“And I told you that being a bitch is in my DNA.”
Havoc twisted his mouth into a vicious smile. “This is going to be fun.”
My whole body went solid with anxiety. “W-what is going to be fun?”
“Taming you.”
“Y-you could never tame me. N-no one could.”
He leaned in, slipping his nose along my cheek and loudly inhaling. “With your scent and how small this island is. . .you will never be able to hide from me.”
Every tendon in my body screamed for me to move, but I was paralyzed by this revelation—Havoc had hidden depths that were proving to be much darker than I'd thought.
Then, he snapped those eyes open. His pupils were bloodshot from the sand I'd thrown in them but still terrifyingly focused. “But this doesn’t have to be a fight. It could just be pleasure.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“You keep saying that, but it never happens.” And then he stole a kiss from me.
A hot, passionate one.
I froze, momentarily stunned by his audacity.
Then. . .against all of my will. . .I melted, and it wasn’t right to do so, but my body. . .it wanted that insistent, heated mouth that knew how to make my lips part, that knew how to make me let out a soft moan even though I fucking didn’t want to.
And for a moment, just a moment, I lost myself in the sweet oblivion of his taste mixed with coconut water and his darkness.
The utter passion of it all.
Sparks ignited within my core.
My treacherous body arched into him.
His tongue darted, tracing my lower lip and then pushing back into my mouth again with a forceful but enthralling invasion.
I gasped at the suddenness of it, feeling his hands gripping my wrists even tighter—if that were possible.
Fire coursed through my veins, fueled by that kiss alone.
Goddamn it. Stop. . .you. . .must. . .
That kiss was a weapon.
It disarmed me.
Havoc could've stabbed me right there, and I wouldn't have been able to retaliate.
And because he was so damn cruel, he took that kiss deeper, and with a swift motion, he looped the rope around my wrist, tightening it with a brutal efficiency.
Oh wait. No! He’s tying me up while he kisses me! Asshole!
I wrenched my mouth to the side and tried to twist my wrists away from the rope.
But he already had it tied around my wrists. “I love your spirit, wildcat, but it’s useless. I’ve trapped you.”
The rope's rough fibers dug painfully into my flesh.
Panic surged through me as he looked up and probably made sure that I was perfectly bound and at his mercy. “There we go.”
I blinked. “Untie my wrists—”
“Why would I do that? You’re fucking dangerous.” He then did some move with his hands and I looked up to realize that he was also tying me to the tree.
I shoved at him hard and twisted back and forth. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”
“Sorry, Onyx. Safety first.”
I struggled to ruin his plan and thrashed against his hold some more. The rough bark of the tree rubbed against my back as I tried to escape.
But it was all for nothing.
“Hmm.” Once he finished tying me to the tree, he stepped back and admired his handiwork. “Okay. That should hold you for an hour at least while I get our shelter together.”
“I’m going to get out of this and then kill you—”
“Yes. Yes. You keep saying that, yet. . .it never happens.”
“I’m going to enjoy watching the life leave your eyes.”
He slipped his gaze over my body. “And I’m going to enjoy watching you cum so hard that your eyes roll to the back of your head.”
I parted my lips.
Havoc came back over to me and leaned in close until his face was inches from mine. “You need to understand something, Onyx.”
“I don’t need to understand shit—”
“You do, because out here, it’s about survival. And sometimes, survival means making hard choices like opening your pretty legs to my cock.”
“Never.”
He growled. “God, it’s going to taste so good when you submit.”
“I will never submit to you.”
This dangerous glint blazed in his gaze. “Not only will you submit, my sweet wildcat, you will love every pussy-wetting second of it.”
How the hell will I get out of this and away from him?