Page 29 of Runaways

Breaking away from the kiss, he says, "You know I'd do anything for you. I just don't know if I can kill her."

I sigh. "Maybe she won't even be there. A good person wouldn't be—not after what they did to Mia. And you still think she's good."

Silas shrugs, shakes his head, and looks out the window, but I know it's true. Even though a part of him hates her for breaking his heart, and he's still angry about it, he still thinks Noah is a princess.

Sweet, innocent, and everything else is our fault.

"But if she is there…"

"She hurt you," I interrupt.

"Yeah, but—"

"She abandoned us. You said yourself that it still hurts to think about. If she's gone, you won't have to think about her anymore."

"I'm not so sure it'll work like that."

I place my hands on his cheeks. "That's okay. I'm sure, and I'll show you. I can kill her for us. But…you can't help her. Promise me."

Silas nods slightly. "I promise. I won't help her."

"That's a good boy," I tell him, diving back into his lips. Our kiss turns hard, violent more quickly than usual—maybe because of the rush of what we're about to do.

I picture it in my head—blood splattered across the front of my body, their screams, their tears. God, I hope they cry; few things feel better than watching someone cry.

I hope they fucking beg.

I slide my hand up the inside of Silas's thigh, gripping his thick cock through his jeans. He reacts by biting my lower lip hard—hard enough that I taste blood and see it on his own lips when I pull away.

"Take it out," I demand, giving it another squeeze. "Now."

Silas quickly appeases me, pulling his jeans and boxers down over his hips until his dick springs free. He leans his seat back a little, and I pump it in my fist before leaning down and teasing the tip with my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head and flicking it with my tongue ring.

"Fuck…" he groans. And then he can't take it anymore; he grabs me by my hair, holding me steady as he rolls his hips in the front seat, thrusting in and out of my throat.

I let him use me like that for a few minutes, sliding in and out of my mouth and through my fist. I love it when he loses control like this; I can't wait to watch the flood gates open later when we're tearing through those spoiled fucking Holbridge Academy brats. I bet it'll be days before he fucks that high out of his system. I picture him naked and rock hard, stroking his dick in one bloody hand while the other wraps around my throat, and my own swells painfully against my tight black jeans. He slows just a little, and I hear that sound from somewhere in his chest that means I'm about to get his cum.

I squeeze his balls hard to let him know it's my turn; I want to be back in control.

"Ahhh!" he cries out, releasing his grip on my hair. Instead, he grips the steering wheel with his right hand and the left armrest with the other, still thrusting into me just a little bit because he can't resist as I take him deep into the back of my throat, pumping and sucking, working every inch of him.

"Fuck, I'm so close. Just like that, don't stop," he rasps.

I don't mean to, but I think of Noah. I think about that first night when I made her get on her knees in front of him and how her mouth stretched as far as her lips would allow just to fit him inside. And how I kneeled right beside her with one hand on his thigh and rubbing her back with the other, urging her on.

I moan around his dick, feeling it jump in my fist before hot cum paints the back of my throat, and I swallow down every last bit.

"Feel better?" I ask, wiping my mouth before sitting back in my seat.

"Yeah."

"You ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready," he says. He exhales, still breathless, and pulls his pants back into place. "Did you get the code?"

"Yep. He just sent it."

"We'll have to leave the car at the gate. We should take the plates off, too, in case there's a camera."

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