Page 12 of Run Little Killer
NIX
"Just don't kill each other," Rhett calls out, pulling the door shut behind him.
Lifting the whiskey and Coke to my lips, I swallow down another mouthful. The liquor's already warming me from the inside out, loosening the tension in my neck and shoulders and the hold on my thoughts. Lennon shifts her weight on the bed, folding her arms tightly across her chest, hard nipples straining against the thin fabric of Rhett's shirt as she reclines back. Raking my eyes further down her form, I take in her bare legs on display. I know those creamy thighs would look so fucking good wrapped around my waist.Bitch might be crazy, but she's fucking hot.
No doubt feeling the heat of my gaze, her head slowly swivels, brows pinching together as she stares at me. "Can I help you?"
I set my empty cup down on the table, tongue darting out to lick the remnants of liquor from my lips. The metal ball of my tongue ring clinks against my teeth as I smile. "I can think of something you can help me with," I chuckle,reaching down and shamelessly adjusting my hardening cock.
Her eyes track the motion, gaze narrowing as she scoffs, "Not even in your dirtiest dreams."
I chuckle again, easing out of my seat. "Oh, little killer, my dreams would be your nightmares."
Tilting her head to the side, her lips curl into a feral smirk, "Try me."
Goddamn, she's a fucking brat.
"I don't think I'd have to try that hard," I say, reaching a hand behind my head and fisting my hoodie. In one motion, I tug it off with my t-shirt, discarding them on the chair as I stalk towards her.
The mattress dips as I sink down to sit beside Lennon, and she promptly flicks her attention back to the television in what I'm guessing is her attempt to ignore me. I doubt she actually gives two shits about what house these stuck-up fucks choose on the show. My boots thud against the floor as I toe them off one by one and swing my legs up onto the bed. She makes a scoffing sound in her throat and scoots over, trying to create space between us. I follow suit, closing the distance as fast as she made it, her jaw tightening when my leg brushes against hers. Her hips rock in the slightest, and I dart a hand out to grip her thigh before she can move again.
"Not so fast," I murmur.
Her muscles tense beneath my palm, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, though her eyes remain locked on the screen. Leaning closer– because fuck her personal space– I trail my nose along the slender column of her neck. The citrus scent of generic motel soap invades my senses as I pause by her ear, a cluster of dainty stars tattooed behind it.
"Remember," I whisper, flexing my fingers. Herbreath hitches as my lips skim her lobe. "I warned you what would happen if you ran from me."
She doesn't respond, but I don't miss the way she presses her thighs together or the way her breathing has quickened.She fucking likes this. Kicking my leg over hers, I pivot around, knees bracketing her body as I curl a finger beneath her chin, the pad of my thumb caressing her skin. "What? Cat got your tongue?"
Her dark lashes flutter before I'm met with the cold stare of her grey irises. "I thought I warned you about splitting you with my knee."
"Nah," I drawl, settling more of my weight onto her, stealing away her ability to nail me in the balls. "I think you're all bark and no bite, little killer."
The corner of her mouth tips up, amusement lacing her tone, "You tell me."
Before I can question what she means, she pitches forward, sinking her teeth into the flesh of my bicep.
"Bitch," I spit, yanking my arm back. Blood beads up from the teeth marks, the red liquid cutting a trail down my skull tattoo. There comes a point where no matter how hot a chick is, the crazy cancels it all out. But damn, something about her rabid impulses adds fuel to my fucking fire.
Darting out a hand, I fist the hem of her borrowed shirt and yank it up, fully covering her face. Her fingers scrabble against the fabric as she tries to pull it down, but before she can, I snatch up her wrists. Holding them in one hand, I raise them above her head and pin them against the wall. She bucks her hips blindly in an effort to fight me– because of course she fucking does– and she shudders a gasp as her pussy skims the hard outline of my dick.
“You like that?” I murmur, lowering my head and licking a path between the valley of her breasts.
Back arching, she presses those perky tits into my face, body seemingly on board with what I’m doing to her. My teeth graze over her nipple, and her breath hitches as I pull it into my mouth and suck.
"Get off of me, jackass," she shouts, body curling on itself as she tries to pull away.
"Not a chance," I growl, fishing my bandana from my pocket. Winding the black material around her wrists, I tie them together and hook them over the post of the headboard.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she snarls, hands twisting around blindly in an attempt to slip from the restraints.
I rock back and shift myself off the bed to inspect my arm. She may have broken the skin, but the little bit of bleeding it did seems to be finished. Rounding the bed, I move towards the head of it as she continues to cuss me out. With her bare chest on full display, I barely even register what she threatens to stick where. I’m far too distracted by her perfect tits and the way they bounce as she jerks around, trying to break free.
Fisting the neck of the whiskey bottle and bringing it to my lips, I take another pull as her chest rises and falls rapidly with each profane insult she hurls my way. My eyes rake over her half naked form, and I can’t help but picture how much better the view would be if she was riding my cock.
Swallowing down another mouthful of whiskey, I drop down into the chair, abandoning the bottle on the table as my focus remains pinned on her sinful little body tied to the bed in nothing but those white cotton panties. She heaves an exasperated sigh, sagging back against the headboard, and my cock strains uncomfortably against my zipper.Iwasn't joking when I said the chase turns me on.I lean back, popping the button of my jeans and snaking a hand beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs.
My tattooed fingers curl around my shaft as I pull my dick out, giving it a lazy stroke. Her skin is flushed from the adrenaline and her dusty pink nipples have pebbled from the exposure, just begging to be pinched. I resist the urge, tightening my grip around my base instead, slowly stroking up to the head. A bead of precum leaks from my tip as I release it, and it smacks against my lower abs. Flexing my jaw, I spit into my open palm before spreading both saliva and precum up and down my length.
