Page 39 of Run, Little Rabbit

His blue eyes darken, and I know he’s interested. Maybe we’ll finally cross that line we’ve drawn in the sand.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?”

“Because it makes me want to do dirty things to your mouth.”

Fuck me.

“That’s hot,” Echo says on a groan, and I have to agree.

I’m not one to easily fluster, but Niki seems to manage to steal my ability to respond. I swallow past the lump in my throat, nerves chasing away my usual arrogant charm. “Who knew you were such a smooth talker?”

Niki smiles wide. “With the things I want to do to your mouth, you won’t be talking at all.”

“Is that right?” I provoke. “You’re all talk and no—”

His mouth collides with mine. It’s so unexpected, so brutal, I have to sink my hands into his blonde hair just to stay standing. I knew this moment had been building between us, coming to a head until it reached the point where it would explode. Andfuck…this kiss is fire. It’s poison, and I am completely, utterly fucking addicted.

My back arches under the sheer force of Niki’s kiss. His fingers dig into the side of my cheeks, forcing my mouth open wide so he can sink his tongue deep into my mouth. There’s no finesse, no subtlety, just sheer power and brute force.

Hot damn, Niki. Where has all this been hiding?

Niki slows the kiss and eventually pulls back. He stares at me, his ice-blue eyes stormy as if he’s battling a decision. He drags his thumb over my bottom lip, rolling it before digging his nail into it. I hiss at the sharp sting, and my cock twitches at the threat.

It’s like looking into the face of a predator as it plays with his food. I know I’m not going to escape, so I’m just going to lie and wait and see how long it takes for him to devour me.

The metal door slams open, and Angel storms in. He slams to a halt when he sees me in Niki’s arms.

“What thefuckdo you think you’re all doing?”

Chapter Sixteen

Echo

Iwas literally hanging on the edge of my seat—well, chains—watching two ridiculously hot guys make out like my own private porn show when the doctor bursts in and interrupts the best fucking thing I’ve seen in years. I had recognised him earlier. The handsome blonde guy who looks like he’s stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. I mean, the guy is gorgeous. Maxim is all dark and broody, Niki a tall Nordic Viking, but the doctor… he’s just perfection.

“Angel,” Maxim drawls. “So good of you to join us.”

“The fuck is this?” he screeches as he walks into my line of sight.

“Hey Andrew, long time no see,” I say with a smirk.

“Andrew?!”Niki signs with a snort. “Your real name is Andrew?”

“Yes, you big dumbass,” Andrew says. “Look, I’m not here to discuss my first name. I’m here to question your fucking sanity, Max!”

“You really don’t look like an Andrew.” Niki has his head cocked to one side, a cheeky smile curling his mouth, and I have a sudden urge to lick it off his face like a big dollop of ice cream.

“I agree,” I say, joining the conversation, which just pisses Andrew off even more if the audible grind of his teeth is anything to go by. “Hmm… you look more like a Landon. Brandon?”

By the way he’s clenching his jaw, I’d be surprised if Andrew has any teeth left. I don’t remember him being this much fun to wind up when he spent the summer at our family home. I’d been on a trip back for a couple of weeks; Dad liked to get us all together and play happy families at least once or twice a year, and the twins brought Andrew George Lexington III with them to keep them entertained. I wish I had thought of bringing someone to keep me entertained. Conor and Cillian ended up fucking their little ‘Angel’ all over the goddamn house. I couldn’t go anywhere without seeing somebody’s ass. I hadn’t minded seeing Angel’s, but my brothers’ … Ew.

I shudder as the memory flashes in my mind and Angel turns his attention back to me.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Considering I’m hung from a meat hook in the cellar? Yeah, fucking super.” Which was almost accurate. They hadn’treallydone anything too bad. Apart from ruining my favourite dress. I think I’m going to have fun with a pair of scissors and Maxim’sshirts. Ooh, maybe I’ll cut off all the buttons so he can’t do them up. Or just put a hole in one sock in each pair. Or—