20. The Edge of Desire
The Edge of Desire
Onyx
His hand brushed against the small of my back, a light, almost teasing touch that made my skin prickle with desire.
I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.
Warm.
Steady.
A shiver ran down my spine.
I found my voice. “What now, Havoc?”
“You are starting to smell different.”
“I’m not.”
“You are. . .your very. . .body chemistry is shifting. Twisting.”
My mind spun as I tried to predict his next move, tried to brace myself for whatever was coming. But no matter how hard I tried, I knew I was at Havoc’s mercy, caught in his web with no clear way out.
And that terrified me more than anything else.
Havoc got behind me, but didn’t place the knife along my back. “Was that so bad?”
“You clearly enjoyed it.”
“You have no idea. I almost stuffed you with my cock, but that will come later. You still need time.”
“I would need more than that.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. The only way I plan on cumming on this island, is when I stroke my pussy to your dead body next to me.”
To my shock, a dark groan left him. “Now, you’re speaking my love language.”
I bit my bottom lip.
“I saw you looking at my cock.” His finger touched the center of my back.
I tensed.
“Did you want it?” He traced a slow path down to my ass where he cupped and squeezed it with that huge hand.
Against my will, a surge of heat pooled in my core, and. . .I could not deny the arousal stirring within me.
All I could wonder was why. . .
Why did he turn me on so much?
Why could I not focus on getting away from him?
Havoc came closer, pressing his hard length into my ass. “Can you imagine my cock moving inside you, thrusting in your wet pussy?”
I didn’t respond, didn’t trust myself to speak without my voice betraying the chaotic emotions swirling inside me. Because even though my mind buzzed with a storm of thoughts—anger, shame, and the burning need for revenge.
Beneath it all, there was something else, something darker that I didn’t want to acknowledge—a small, warped part of me that was beginning to take pleasure from Havoc’s power over me, his utter dominating control.
And that scared me more than anything.
He rubbed his cock against me one more time.
Next, the menacing knife appeared in the center of my back too.
I stiffened.
My skin prickled with goosebumps.
“Hmmm.” He pressed the cold blade against my skin, and it was a silent, yet explicit threat intricately woven into an intimate touch. “This is hard, my sexy wildcat.”
I swallowed. “What is. . .hard?”
“I can now smell your lust.”
I trembled. “How. . .does it smell?”
“You already had this perfumed alure of orange spice dripping over new leather, but now. . .mixed with your lust. . .well. . .it is like. . .”
I swallowed again.
“It’s as if someone plucked a ripe, juicy orange straight from this special spiced tree, and they pressed their fingers into the orange’s skin, thrusting those tips deep into the sweet fruit. . .”
My nipples ached, and I couldn’t tell the logical part of my brain why it was happening.
Perhaps, I was fully losing my mind.
“And slowly those fingers rip the orange open, revealing the bright, succulent flesh. Releasing a burst of spicy sweetness. And it drips. It spills all over those fingers. All over the ground.” With the knife still at my back, he gripped my waist with his free hand. “And the scent. . .it is so enticing.”
He slipped the point of the knife up my spine. “It is intoxicating.”
I shivered in absolute desire.
“It’s so hard to resist.”
Ever so slowly, he drew the knife down my back causing me to shudder from its dangerous touch. “And. . .that sweet scent tells me that I could fuck you right here. Right now.”
My breath hitched.
“It tells me that I could push you down into the urine-soaked mud even. . .tear your panties away. . .and fuck you hard, dirtying you, yet making you moan too.” He leaned into me and his voice lowered to a chilling whisper, “And you would like it. Wouldn’t you?”
I stayed silent, because I wanted to deny it, but those words wouldn't come.
The knife pressed harder against my skin.
“No answer? Your silence tells me all I need to know.” He brushed his lips against my ear. His hot breath made me tremble more than the cold steel against my back. “Maybe I should give you a taste of what will come.”
He moved the knife from my back, put it on my right shoulder, and then traced the tip of the blade down my arm, sending delicious chills along my spine.
Why did this turn me on?
Why couldn’t I hate this?
Had I already submitted to him and not have any idea that it happened?
No. That couldn’t be right. I will never. . .submit.
Chuckling, his hand—the one not holding the blade—clutched at my waist tighter, pulling my body flush against his. The menacing chill of the knife was replaced by his overpowering warmth.
His lips grazed over my neck, just a breath away from my skin.
I could feel every word that tumbled from his lips like whispered sins. “Even if you deny it, your body doesn’t lie. Your scent wraps around me like a torturous tease.”
Then, fast, so fucking fast I almost passed out, he brought the knife up to my throat.
I gasped.
“I want to taste you in every way.” His voice was barely above a whisper and it danced down my spine like the devil’s echo in an empty cathedral.
Sinfully reverberating.
Profound and terrifying.
“Maybe. . .just maybe. . .” His hot mouth closed over the junction between my neck and shoulder, and then he bit down just hard enough to make me gasp but not draw blood.
My chest rose and fell with my quickened breaths.
When his teeth let go of my skin, he lapped at the bite marks. “Even in the moonlight, I can see your nipples poking through that bra.”
I could not comprehend anything else.
Too much had happened today.
A boat explosion and hungry sharks.
The dark endless ocean under our lonely raft to an island with children’s handcuffed bones.
I was no longer sane.
No longer able to comprehend anything.
And I was starting to forget what I had been trying to fight Havoc for in the first place.
Why I had been against him.
Little by little, sanity was becoming a far-off dream.
And more and more, reality was becoming Havoc and his utter control.
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?