Page 45 of Darkness

My eyes fall to the key on the floor.

He follows my line of sight, and my lip trembles.

Panic washes over me as a low growl rumbles from Nycto’s chest, and a vein throbs in the side of his neck as his eyes meet mine.

This is it—I’ve finally broken him.

Fight or flight, Eva?

I lunge forward, racing for the open doorway, but he’s too damn fast. I let out an ear-piercing scream as his arm wraps around my waist, and I’m yanked back inside his room. Nycto kicks his door shut with his foot and pulls me further inside. I throw my feet out and scratch, clawing at him, trying to get away, but he shoves me up against the wall. His body pushes hard against mine, trapping me in, and he grabs my wrists, pinning them.

We pant heavily. He has me locked in his grip so tight it hurts. His darkened eyes glare at me, and I whimper, unable to move. My heart pounds so hard it feels as though it’s going to burst through my chest. Tension ripples through us as I push against him, trying with all my might to get to freedom, but he simply presses harder, his grip tighter, stronger on my wrists. As I struggle, I feel his cock straining against his jeans.

I curl my lip, let out a growl of my own, and scream at him, “I hate you!”

Nycto rocks his hips into me, and my clit throbs with desire. My eyes bore into his as the chemistry between us ignites. We pant like the air has become thinner.

“I hate you,” I whimper. The words are far less believable this time.

He licks his bottom lip. “I hate you, too,” he growls out. Then his lips slam against mine. Forceful. Hungry. Passionate.

My tense body erupts in a flaming explosion of want. No, not want. Need. My lips tingle as he takes possession of my body and me. I have no control, so I relax into him, my mouth opening and my tongue battling his.

My hands ball into fists as I fight the urge to touch him, but his grip on my wrists is firm, and he possesses me regardless. The atmosphere changes, and the temperature skyrockets. My entire body is imploding.

He bites down on my bottom lip while grinding into me with his cock. I whimper against him. I no longer have any desire to move away. I’ve never been ravaged like this in my life. Kissing Nycto is so much better than I thought it would be.

His hand leaves my wrist and slides down to grip my thigh. Nycto pulls my leg up to wrap around him, and I moan into his mouth as his hard cock and the fly of his jeans presses right against my pussy. One hand now free, I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him to me. Wanting him closer. Needing him closer. His tongue collides with mine, the kiss strong, rough, but full of desire. All this pent-up sexual tension, all this rage we’ve both been harboring, all this hidden emotion I’ve been trying to bury rushes to the surface at once.

I can deny this all I want. Can deny wanting him, needing him, desiring him. I might tell myself I hate Nycto, but I know he saved me. He might be keeping me captive, but I’d rather be here with him than with some unknown buyer who has God knows what intended for me.

Nycto is no superhero, but he may be my kryptonite.

His mouth leaves mine, and his lips trail down my neck, his teeth grazing along my sensitive skin. My head falls back against the wall with a thud as I pant for breath. He sucks on my skin, his cock rocking against me again, and I whimper. He lets out a deep throaty groan, then bites my neck, hard. I cry out as I press my pussy against him, needing the friction.

“Fuck, I hate you,” he murmurs.

A smile crosses my face as I let out a small laugh.

Nycto lifts his head, his iridescent eyes shining back at me.

I see how ridiculous I’ve been.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

His movements still. “You don’t hate me?” he teases.

My fingers play with his hair. “I want to. You can’t even fathom how much, but obviously… I can’t.”

Nycto leans in, pressing his lips to mine in a softer, more casual kiss. I pull him to me, my tongue gently entwining with his. The kiss is slow, the calm I need after the ravaging from moments ago. My stomach flutters with butterflies, my lips tingling.

He lets go of my thigh, and I slowly lower my leg to the floor. Nycto’s hand slides in around my waist, pulling me off the wall and against him.

Both my arms wrap around his neck as we lock in another kiss.

His arms tighten around my waist, and he lets out a small groan in my mouth as he pushes against me. He slowly pulls back, pressing his forehead against mine. “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you, chiquita.”

I try to fight my grin, but it wins out. “That was even better than I thought it would be.”

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