Page 8 of Run Baby Run

“So, fucking lucky we like you, even after you fucked up our fun little game of chase.” His tongue teases my clit, sliding up and down, and I buck my hips in response, sucking in a deep breath. “I’m going to make you scream, little dove.”

My head spins as he works his magic on my clit, my skin tingling as he moves his skilled tongue against my sensitive skin. I shiver and whine when I feel him lift his head and trail the flat of a blade over my pussy. His tongue works wonders, playing with me, teasing me again, and sending sparks of terror through me as he plunges something cold and hard inside me.

Instinctively, I try to snap my legs closed—clearly a mistake. He growls, forcing my legs apart with his free hand. His fingernails dig into my inner thigh as he holds me down and nips at my clit—sending a conflicted jolt of pleasure to my core that makes me cry out into the gag. “Don’t fucking move, or Iwill turn this blade around and gut you from the inside, doll.” I squirm against the bed, but the restraints around my wrists still hold me fast.

Oh, my fucking god! Is he fucking me with a knife? Is he holding onto the blade?! Are they going to kill me?

Tears leak from my eyes as I moan against the bright red rubber ball in my mouth and squirm as he flicks his tongue faster against my clit.

I shouldn’t enjoy this. I don’t want to enjoy this!

“That’s it, baby. Does my tongue make you feel good while I fuck you with my knife?” Fintan murmurs as he nips and sucks on my clit. I whimper in response, reluctantly nodding my head as I feel the warm blood from his hand start to coat my inner thighs along with my arousal.

This should not feel as good as it does… Doesn’t his hand hurt?!

“That’s it, little dove. Get nice and hot for us.” Kieran’s voice rumbles through the darkness, sending chills up my spine. “I want to watch her come,” he growls, his voice low and ravenous. He can barely see my face, but I shiver at the idea of him watching me come.

My eyes widen as Fintan withdraws the handle and replaces it with his tongue again, tasting me, savoring me as if he’ll die tomorrow and I am his last meal.

I feel the mattress depress as Kieran climbs back onto the bed beside me, moving his hands over my body as he kisses my neck. His hands are on my breasts again, teasing my nipples and sending electric shivers through me.

I didn’t even notice he moved earlier… He was teasing my nipples before Fintan distracted me.

He kisses my neck and whispers, “I want him to make you come, little dove. Come on his tongue. I want him to taste every drop you have to offer.” He glides his hand to my throat, claspinghis large hand around it tightly as he moves his mouth closer to my ear.

His breath is hot against my skin, and he whispers in a dark, sexy tone, “Come for us, little dove. I love watching your body betray you, baby.”

Fintan flicks my clit faster, his tongue moving expertly as he glides the knife’s thick handle back inside me, and I cry out as pleasure ripples through my body.

My back arches and I let my head fall against the bed, my eyes rolling back as I come. I scream into the gag as Fintan pulls out the handle again and continues to work his tongue against my pussy, licking up my juices and savoring my taste, drawing out my orgasm.

Kieran bites the soft lobe of my ear and whispers again, “You know, lying isrude, doll. Your sexy little sobs and whimpers might scream ‘no,’but baby, your body speaks volumes about what you trulycrave. You are just as hungry and depraved as we are.”

I whimper against the gag in response and nod my head slightly. Kieran chuckles in the shadows. “Good girl. Let’s get you out of that gag, shall we?” He reaches behind my head to undo the gag. He steps back, leaving the ball in my mouth, watching me with heat blazing in his eyes.

I gasp as Fintan shoots up from between my thighs and orders Kieran to kneel before him. I can only make out shapes in the darkness as I try to catch a glimpse of their faces. For a second, a bright flash of lightning illuminates the room as he drops to his knees and looks up at him, popping his mouth open as if he knows exactly what Fintan wants. Fintan bends at the waist and leans toward Kieran’s face, spitting in his mouth.

I have never seen this kind of depravity before. Why was that so fucking hot?

Kieran groans as he swallows. “She tastes like delicious sin, doesn’t she?” Fintan coos. Kieran gets up and moves toward me, yanks the gag from my mouth, kissing my lips feverishly and letting his tongue slide into my mouth. I can taste my orgasm on his tongue. He moves it against mine, making me moan against his lips.

“Are you going to kill me?” I whisper when he moves his mouth from mine. The only response they offer? Breathy chuckles in the shadows.

Kieran’s hands roam down my body, reaching between my legs, and he flicks his fingers against my dripping wet pussy. His lips are on mine again in an instant as he slides his fingers inside me, and I moan against him as he works them in and out, stroking my G-spot and sending shivers through me.

“Hmm, Fin, I can feel your blood all over her,” he breathes.

I buck against his hand, whimpering as my muscles tighten around the digits. I hear him growl. “Getting close again, little dove?” I moan as Fintan grabs my jaw and forces my attention from Kieran. I nod slightly.

“Yes,” I whimper breathlessly, afraid to say anything that might upset them.

Kieran chuckles. “Look how pathetically wet and scared you are for us,” he growls, pulling out his fingers and holding them out inches from my face before wiping the digits over my lips. “Taste how much you want this, dove. Fucking deliciously terrified.”

I blow out a shaky breath and whimper as Fintan’s fingers slide against my clit. Kieran moves up on the mattress and licks the wetness from my lips before kissing me wildly like he wants to remove the feeling of any other man’s lips on mine.

I feel warm and flushed, like I’m glowing from the inside out. They feel like a dangerous drug, and I am already hooked on the high. Fintan pulls his fingers out of my pussy, and I whimper atthe loss of his touch. He starts wiping the still-warm blood from my thighs, coating his hands in the thick crimson.

Kieran stops devouring my mouth and kneels next to me. “W-what are you doing?” I ask shakily, wondering how the cuts on Fintan’s hand don’t seem to faze him one bit.

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