Page 62 of Run Little Killer
Rhett tightens his grip on my hips, each maddening slide against him stoking the fire burning in my core. I lean forward as the pressure starts to build, pressing my lips to his. The kiss is hard and frantic, pushing me closer to the edge.
"Shit, I'm gonna come," I moan.
His motions slam to a halt so fast I swear I get whiplash. I blink chaotically, trying to refocus as his hands fall frommy hips, one pushing the soaked fabric of my panties to the side and the other freeing his hard cock from his sweats.
"Not until I'm deep inside you darlin'," he murmurs as he fists his shaft, my pussy throbbing as I lower down on him.
"Fuck," he grits out, jaw clenching tight. "It's like the devil carved your cunt just for me."
Rhett's rough, rhythmic thrusts meet my own as I bounce up and down on his lap. His piercings roll over my g-spot, sending tingles coursing through my veins. The coil in my belly tightens, and with one more hard punch of his hips, it snaps. I moan as I come undone, toes curling as sparks skitter across my skin.
"I'm gonna fill this cunt so full with my cum that I'll be leaking out of you for days," he growls, lifting me by the hips and slamming me down.
Pleasure-laced pain ripples through me, sending me careening off the edge with another orgasm as his tip hits me impossibly deep. Hot ropes of cum paint my insides, stars dancing across my vision. The world tilts–
I swear I black out for a split second, and when I manage to blink my eyes open, Rhett is staring right back at me, the look in his eyes splitting me wide open. There’s so much reverence in his gaze that for a single, fleeting moment, I forget who I am. I don’t feel broken, haunted by my past and sprinting toward an uncertain future. I feel wanted. Cherished. Adored. So many things I have no right feeling after everything I’ve done.
Because I’m the villain in this story. And villains don’t get happy endings.
26
RHETT
The reflective green sign on the side of the highway comes up fast on my right, indicating that we’re ten miles from Englewood, and I gnash my molars at the sight. This is Lennon’s stop– the place we’re supposed to drop her off and part ways. It was inevitable that we’d get here at some point, but that doesn’t make me any more prepared for it.
A foreign sense of hurt fissures through me and I'd be a damn liar if I said anything about letting her go felt right. She’s mine–ours. It's only been a few days, but in my forty years, I've never felt more sure of anything in my life. She belongs with us. And to just let her hop off and walk out of our lives? Fuck that shit. I know not everything feral can be tamed, but that doesn't mean I'm willing to let her go, either.
I downshift at the exit ramp, my gut churning as I drop my foot. The sole of my boot drags across the asphalt as I slow to a stop. I wait for Lennon to point out which way to take, knowing full well I could turn the opposite and stealher away, but I don't. Instead, I follow her directions, turning left, then right, then right again.
Light glows from behind drawn blinds as we roll up to a quaint little house and Lennon signals for us to stop. Killing our engines, Nix and I knock down our kickstands, handlebars twisting to the side as we reach our final destination with our girl.
I'd say it's bittersweet, but I'm nothing but bitter as she lets go of my waist and climbs down from the back of my bike. I climb off, too, opening the saddlebag to pull out the duffle I packed her and handing it over.
"You sure you're gonna be okay, darlin'?" I ask, swallowing past the lump in my throat.
"Yeah," she says, swinging the bag against her thigh as she darts a glance between Nix and I. "Thank you– both of you– for everything. I don't know if I'd have made it here without you."
"Yup," Nix bites out, voice sharp like a razor’s edge as he sits with his arms crossed tightly against his chest.
"You're welcome, sweetheart," I answer for both of us, opening my arms for a hug.
She steps forward, wrapping herself around me and murmuring, "I'll miss you,daddy."
I chuckle, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before breaking our connection. "Nothin's gonna stop you from being a brat, is it?"
"Not a goddamn thing," she sasses, grey eyes twinkling as a smile splits her face.
"Good," I say, jerking a nod. My pulse thrums loudly, heart seizing as I swing a leg over the seat and mount my bike again. "Be careful out there, no more taking rides from strangers," I chide.
She flips me the bird and laughs, the warm and sweet sound of it making my throat tighten.
"So, uhm," she stammers, glancing toward Nix's pouting form and then back to me. "Goodbye, I guess."
With a small wave, she pivots around, taking two strides toward the house before Nix barks out her name. Her body tenses before slowly swiveling around, brows furrowed together as she looks at him.
He lifts his chin, beckoning her over.
Her steps are almost hesitant as she starts in his direction, like she’s not sure she trusts him enough to be near him. Hell, maybe she doesn't trust herself right now.
