Page 32 of Run, Little Rabbit

My core clenches at the thought, and my face must give it away because he steps even closer. So close, I can almost feel his chest against my rapidly hardening nipples.

He reaches his hand out and brushes a lock of my hair away from my face. “You don’t look like your father. It’s why I didn’t recognise you.”

His finger traces the curve of my ear and trails down my neck, stopping over my pulse point.

A hum, which sounds more like a moan, flitters through the room.

“Your heart is racing, princess.”

Yeah, I fucking know.

“Are you scared?” he asks, an excited thrum vibrating through his words. He leans closer, his mouth inches from the tape across mine, and he drops his voice to a dark whisper. “Or are you so turned on you’d let me finger-fuck your wet cunt right now?”

I can’t help it. The moan escapes before I can will it back down to the hidden depths from where it came.

He brushes his nose along my cheekbone, and I try to pull away, but there’s not really anywhere you can go when you’re hanging from a hook.

“Ah, ah,” he says as he wraps his large hand around my throat, holding me in place. “There’s no escape for you.”

I lift my knee, aiming for his dick, but he blocks it easily. I try again and again, but it’s fucking useless, and he just standsthere, laughing at me. Tears of helplessness form at the corners of my eyes, and I hate myself for it. I will not shed tears for this man.

He brushes one of my tears away with his thumb. “So pretty when you cry.” He sucks his thumb into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he swallows my tears.

Holy fuck.Why is that so hot? Why do Ifindthat so hot?

He releases his thumb with a pop and smiles wide, reaching for the tape across my mouth.

Wait a minute.

No. Don’t you fucking—

He grips the edge of the tape and rips it off.

“Jesus fucking dickbag!” I seethe. Thathurt.

He pats the side of my face carelessly. “Such crassness from such a beautiful mouth.”

“Fuck you!”

He chuckles, a deep rasp that I feel all the way to my toes. “I’m not into that.”

I lick my lips and wince at the sting. A tang of blood hits my tongue, and I know he’s ripped some skin off with the tape.

He disappears for a moment and then comes back with a bottle of water. He opens it and lifts it to my lips.

I pull back. “How do I know it isn’t poisoned?”

“And why would I kill you, Echo?”

My name in his mouth sounds sinful, and a shiver leaves goosebumps along my skin.

“For fun?”

He laughs. Full-blown, deep belly laughs. “Oh, Echo. Killing you wouldn’t be fun. It would be pointless.” His hand grips my chin. “Playing with you, on the other hand…”

He sweeps his thumb across my bottom lip, wiping away the blood. Then he sucks that ignominious digit into his mouth, and I swear his eyes brighten. Jesus, this guy is something else.

And I fuckinglikeit.