Page 164 of The Darkest Hour

Onyx rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged at her lips. “Would you stay on the mission at hand?”

Havoc ignored her comment and let his hand slide down her waist, gripping her hips as he pulled her closer. “How can I, when all I want to do is dirty you. . .sister?”

No. It can’t be.

To my utter shame, the scene before me—Havoc’s hands on her, the way they interacted with such ease—stirred something wicked within me.

I was horrified by my own body’s reaction, but I couldn’t deny it. My arousal returned, burning through my confusion and fear, leaving me feeling more helpless than ever.

“You became lovers?” My words barely passed through the tightness in my throat. “How?”

Still passionately holding her, Havoc turned to look at me. “It’s amazing what near-death experiences can do to two people. When you have nothing left but each other, well. . .things happen.”

Onyx smirked. “You thought you could kill us, Paris, and you almost did. But instead, you gave us something else—each other.”

My stomach twisted in disgust.

I would have rather they just kill me than hear that Havoc had Onyx’s heart.

Nothing could be crueler than that fact.

I glared. “Just kill me now.”

Their bond cut through me like a knife. They had survived, and they had done it together. The thought of them as lovers, of their bodies entwined in the very passion I had once shared with Onyx, was more than I could ever bear.

“Please.” I tried to look away, but couldn’t. “Kill me.”

“Oh don’t worry, Paris.” Havoc slipped his hand down her dress and began to pull it up. “We’ll kill you afterwards.”

“A-afterwards?”

“After I fuck her hard in this nun outfit, right on your desk.”

“No! No! Please, just kill me!!”

My pleas fell on deaf ears, drowned by the raw, guttural laughter that spilled from Havoc's lips.

A sickening smile framed his face as he hiked up her dress.

Every instinct screamed at me to look away — but I couldn’t.

The cruel smile never left Onyx’s face as Havoc touched her. There was a perverse sense of power in her gaze, a thrill in knowing she had my undivided attention and was reveling in my discomfort.

“Stop it! Do not touch her like that!” I struggled against the ropes that bound me to the chair.

But he continued, and soon he not only had her pussy exposed on my desk but he had torn the top of her dress, revealing her full breasts.

Blasphemy!

I squeezed my eyes shut and then opened them unable to help myself.

And my cock. . .it was so hard. . .yearning to be inside of her.

He was taking her right in front of me.

Slowly, he unzipped and dropped his pants to his knees.

His hard erect length sprang forth to join the cruel spectacle.

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