DARCY'S POV:
I squeezed my eyes shut, my body rocking with the force of Malcolm's thrusts. I did my best to dissociate from the situation, reminding myself that this was all for the greater good.
"You feel so f*****g amazing right now," he groaned, grabbing my hips and hitting me hard.
"Don't leave a mark," I said, turning my head to look at him. He had his head thrown back, exposing his throat. If I had a dagger, I would have slit his throat right now. But I didn't. So I turned back and buried my face in the pillow, waiting for this to be over.
Once he was done, I pushed him off me and pulled my clothes back on.
"Not so fast," he said, grabbing my arm.
"Let go of me!" I yelled, struggling with Malcolm.
I had to get back to Nightfang in time before Logan would notice that I was
