Page 82 of Run, Little Rabbit

“Yes,” Angel replies softly. I crane my head awkwardly over my shoulder and see the pair of them looking at me. No, not looking.

Staring.

Max looks like he is one step away from devouring me whole, but Angel, he’s caught somewhere between fascination, curiosity and wariness.

“Please,” I whisper. I feel so exposed. So vulnerable. Sodesperate.

I need them to touch me. I’m so wet, I can practically feel it dripping down my thighs.

“Oh, pet.” Max tuts at me and the grin he throws my way is wicked. “I said to be quiet.”

My heart jumps in my mouth, and a rush of breath escapes me. I instinctively brace myself as I lock eyes with him, waiting for what he’s going to do next. He slowly stands, his movements graceful and predatory, and grabs my knife from the desk.

Fuck, what’s he going to do with that?

He kneels back down, never taking his eyes away from mine, and my heart thuds in my chest. I’m pretty sure I can feel it vibrating beneath me on the desk. In one quick move, he slices through the sides of my thong and pulls it from my legs.

I flinch when the knife clatters on the desk next to me, my sleek little blade catching in the sunshine.

“Open wide,” he commands, his voice sharp, as he scrunches the lacy material into a ball.

My mouth parts before my brain catches up, and Max pushes the lacy fabric against my tongue. Saliva pools in my mouth, and my tongue works against Max’s fingers as he pushes the material deeper towards the back of my throat.

“That’s a good pet,” he coos with his fingers buried in my mouth. He looks feral as he watches me try not to gag. There’s an obsessive glint in his dark eyes as he pushes the thong against my tongue, so hard that I have to fight to stop him ramming it down my throat.

“Not another word now,” he says as he swipes his thumb down my chin, wiping away the spit that’s escaped at the corner of my mouth. “Nod if you understand.”

I try to nod, but it’s more of a stilted jerk of my head with his fingers still buried in my mouth and my arms pinned to my back.

“Good girl,” he purrs, and it’s such a dirty sound that my pussy clenches.

Angel breathes in sharply, and I’m intrigued to know what’s going through his head. Has he ever even seen a pussy before? Is this even turning him on? Or is it because it’s me and Max?

To be honest, I don’t think I even care about thewhy. I just care about the fuckingwhenat the moment. Like,whenis someone going totouchme? Because without their touch, I think I’m going to die.

Max finally pulls his fingers from my mouth, and my tongue relaxes at being given a bit more space. It’s hard to breathe though, and I keep having to take deep inhales through my nose just to stop myself from getting lightheaded.

“Now, where were we?” Max says as he returns to his spot behind me. “No, this won’t do.”

Huh? I crane my neck to look, but before I even get a chance, my feet are kicked apart and my legs splayed even wider so Angel can get a better view.

Another sharp hiss comes from behind me, but I don’t know who it came from.

“It’s so pink,” Angel whispers, sounding completely enthralled. Jesus, why is it so hot that it’smypussy that’s put that amazement in his voice?

My body jerks as a thumb hits my clit, rubbing slow circles and alternating pressure until my hips are rolling with his touch. It has to be Max, his touch sure and almost arrogant. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing to bring me to my knees.

Desire zings along my synapses as I feel my orgasm build.

Yes. There, right fucking—

Max pulls his hand away, and a groan of frustration rips from my chest.

The man laughs, a deep husky rumble that I feel all the way down to my toes, and I swear, when I get the chance, I’m going to edge him until he can’t see straight, until he’s so wound up that he’s going to be nothing more than a begging, crying mess.

“Now you try,” Max says softly.

I just about hear Angel gulp over the thudding sound of my blood rushing around my head.