Page 4 of The Darkness is Calling

Then he leaves, heading straight toward someone.

I follow him with my gaze, and after a few steps, he stops beside a woman standing with her back to me.

She is wearing a long black dress, like every other woman here tonight, but her back is exposed by a V-shaped cut that falls elegantly almost to her narrow waist.

She isn’t wearing a bra.

A strand of black pearls, shimmering with silver reflections, highlights her spine like a whispered invitation.

To look.

To touch.

Her light-colored hair is twisted into a simple knot at the nape of her neck, as if she wants someone to bury their fingers in it. To tip her head back and ruin that bare, delicate throat.

She glances to the side, and I catch her profile.

Porcelain skin. Small nose. Full lips. A round, beautifully shaped chin. A real-life doll, but with a body made to be a tasty pray for predators.

This woman was made to be devoured. Or, in my language, fucked in every possible way.

Mikhail touches her arm and says something to her, but the interaction doesn’t feel intimate. Not even the way he looks at her, smiling, does not carry the weight of flirtation. Still, he seems quite relaxed as he speaks to the blonde.

He gives her a kiss on the cheek, then starts back toward me.

And with that, the girl, who doesn’t look much older than twenty, twenty-five at most, follows him with her gaze and turns to face me.

That is when I see her perfect face.

Her big eyes, a pale color I can’t quite make out from where I’m standing, collide with mine. I assume they are blue or green.

A shiver crawls down my spine and stops at the tips of my fingers.

Strange.

Usually, that kind of shiver goes straight into my pants, making my cock twitch. But tonight, it has been decided to make itself known in a unique way.

It makes me want to climb over her and tighten that strand of pearls around her throat so hard I would steal the air from her lungs. Tears would cloud her terrified gaze. Then, when her lips parted, desperate for a breath, I would let my saliva drip from my tongue into her mouth. After that, I would kiss her hard, biting her lower lip until the salty taste of her blood would ran down the corner of my mouth.

I almost drool at the thought, which prickles across my skin and awakens a dark need inside me, one that consumes me like a vice.

This time, the shiver reaches its usual destination, and I feel aroused, still lost in her eyes, before she finally turns her attention back to the people around her.

If she hadn’t broken eye contact, my fantasy probably would have gone further, and I would have quickly become the predator who wouldn’t leave this place until I had hurt her while possessing her in the most depraved ways.

Do you want to fuck her or kill her

?

The dark voice that shadows my thoughts every time whispers.

I exhale.

I’m still undecided.

Who the fuck is this woman, making me forget I’m standing in the middle of hyenas?

“Forgive the interruption, Voron,” my friend says, offering an apology.