Page 32 of Run Little Killer
"Okay, okay!" he rushes out, pulling his cellphone from his jumpsuit and slapping it into my hand.
Pocketing it, I shove him forward and he stumbles inside the closet, shelves clanking as he smacks into them. I kick the door closed to seal him inside and twist the lock to engage it, swiping a round file from the open toolbox beside me and wedging it into the key hole until I'm sure the locking mechanism is royally fucked.
"You're coming back for me, right?" Kurt shouts as I walk away.
Between him and the shit with the driver, we're already gonna hear it from Mav, so I don't bother responding. He'll be fine. And I'm tired of sitting around with my dick in my hand while Rhett tends to Lennon's needs by himself.
I like when she fights me, always toeing the line and pushing my buttons. But two nights of watching Rhett play hero is plenty. I wanna feel that cunt wrap aroundmyfingers as her eyes roll back and she forgets the driver ever looked in her direction.
My cock thickens as I step into the bathroom, pulse thrumming with anticipation. The redheaded fuck is still laying motionless on the floor, blood pooling around his corpse. Rhett's sitting against the wall just a few feet away with Lennon draped on top of him, completely ignoring the dead body in the room. Her shirt’s off, bra yanked up, leaving her full tits on display. Rhett's got a tit in one hand, the other stuffed down the front of her leggings. By the way she's squirming, she's already halfway to forgetting her own name.
I step in closer, Lennon’s pupils blowing wide as she looks up at me. "Let me see how fucking wet you are, little killer," I growl, crouching down in front of her to claim the best seat in the house to their show.
Her lips part with a gasp, a soft moan slipping past them as her hands move to her hips. Rhett doesn't stop working her as she starts shoving her leggings down her thighs, inviting me to look.
I sink down to my knees, fingers curling around the bunched up fabric and pulling her leggings down to her ankles. She's a fucking beautiful mess, cunt glistening, arousal coating Rhett's tattooed fingers as she rolls her hips to chase his touch.
"Goddamn, look at that pretty pussy," I murmur, wetting my lips with my tongue. "You like it when he plays with you like that?"
She hums in response, hands reaching up to grip Rhett's biceps as he dips a digit inside her tight entrance.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stifle a groan. "She likes that, old man."
"Don't know what she likes more, this..." Rhett says huskily as pinches her nipple between his thumb and finger. "Or this..." He rubs fast circles over her clit, making her hips buck. "Or this," he adds, shoving two fingers into her as she cries out and arches her back.
"I think she craves it all", I chuckle, leaning forward and pressing the pad of my thumb against her clit. "Like she was made for us to share."
Lennon’s breath hitches like that idea excites her, a silent plea burning behind her eyes.
Rhett toys with her nipple with the fingers of one hand, his other sliding away to free up her pretty pussy. The tip of the hunting blade pokes my thigh as I lean forward and drag my fingers down her slit, slowly pushing one inside her.
Fuck.
She's so tight, her warm, wet walls sucking me in. I addanother finger and she clamps down around me, Rhett’s hand cruising back over to strum her clit.
"Oh god," she pants, grinding down on my fingers.
"How's it feel?" Rhett rasps.
"Like heaven," she moans.
"There's no hope of heaven here," I say, working a third finger into her tight hole. "We'll drag you to hell with us, little killer, and see if it's us or the flames that consume you first."
"More," Lennon begs, mouth hinging open, grey eyes clouded with pleasure.
Her bratty attitude always gets me hard– and I still want to chase her down and fuck her face into the dirt– but seeing her like this, without her teeth bared, all soft edges and pliable, begging for me to fill her… that sets off something inside me. Something buried deep, hidden and waiting for the right moment to surface.
Pulling the knife from my belt, I pinch the blade between my fingers and wave the thick, ridged handle in front of her. “I’ve got plans for the first time I rip into this cunt, so for now, this will have to do.”
I shove my fingers deeper inside her, my other hand thrusting the knife handle to her lips. “Suck.”
Her dark lashes lazily fan across her flush cheeks as she wraps her lips around it and takes it in her mouth. She hums, head bobbing, like it did when she sucked Rhett’s cock last night.
“Thatta girl,” I praise, sparks igniting in her stormy eyes at my words.
Lennon makes a popping sound as I draw the knife from her mouth and lower it between her legs, pulling my fingers out of her and pressing the handle to her openinginstead.. She watches with rapt attention as I grip it by the blade, the sharp edges biting into my skin.
Pinning her bottom lip between her teeth, she stifles a moan, fresh blood trailing down my hand as I thrust the hilt of the knife into her waiting cunt. The blade reflects the overhead light as it juts out of her.
