Page 5 of Run and Hide

Chapter five

Cyrus

Kian and I both let out a satisfied groan before he steps forward, leaning down and pressing his lips to Mia’s as I suck on the crook of her neck, marking her.

“On the ground, Mia,” I whisper into her ear as soon as Kian pulls back from kissing her.

She listens and lowers herself right in front of him. I can see the vein in his neck bulging, which tells me he’s trying to hold himself back.

Kian is rough. He loves manhandling anyone he’s intimate with, me included. But the cherry on top? He has a blood kink. It makes him feral. I hope our little toy will be able to handle both of us; at least he’s trying to give her time to wrap her little head around it all.

After Mia is in position on the ground, Kian unzips his pants, letting his already-hard cock spring free. Knowing he wants both of us on our knees for him, I drop down next to her. Mia looks at me, her eyebrows downcast, unsure of what’s happening.

Leaning forward, I grip his cock at the base, stroking it until Kian hisses.

“Lick the tip, baby,” I tell her, desperate to watch her take him in her mouth. I don’t have to tell her twice as her tongue pokes out and her eyes stare up at Kian.

She swirls her tongue around the tip of Kian's cock, and he lets out a moan.

Sounds like music.

Taking him deeper into her mouth, I cup his balls and whisper encouraging words into her ear.

“Just like that, little crow. Do you like the way he feels in your mouth?” She attempts to nod but doesn’t break eye contact with Kian as his hand finds the back of her head. His hips thrust forward until Mia gags, spit dripping down the side of her mouth.

Needing a taste, I pull her off his cock with a pop. Fuck, if she doesn’t look beautiful like this.

“Both of you. I need both of you,” Kian says, sounding like he’s on the edge.

Mia and I are both fueled by our shared desire to please him, the need to see him fall apart at our hands overtaking everything else.

As I take him deep into my mouth, I can feel him shudder with pleasure as he groans. Meanwhile, Mia's skilled hand wraps around the base of his length, applying just the right amount of pressure to make his hips buck forward, pushing deeper into my mouth.

My tongue moves around the sensitive tip, teasing, Mia's steady strokes adding exactly what he needs. Together, we bring him to the edge of ecstasy. His breathing becomes heavy, his body tenses, and his desperate need to come becomes evident. With every flick of my tongue and every stroke of Mia's hand, we push him closer to the brink. His moans grow louder, his hips thrust instinctively, and his grip on reality begins to slip away.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he gives in to the overwhelming pleasure. I move, letting Mia have the pleasure of tasting Kian, and he comes on her waiting tongue.

Kian grips her by the throat and hauls her to her feet after she swallows every drop, and I follow suit. The fear that disappeared from her face is back as he stares into her eyes.

“We are going to do unthinkable things to you, little crow. Things you would’ve never even thought of doing.” Her hand comes up, gripping his wrist. “We are going to make you scream, fuck you until you can’t walk.”

Kian is gone. His alter ego is here and ready to play.

“No more chances to leave. Do you understand? If something is too much, you use a safe word, but you aren’t going anywhere now.” He smiles down at her, and the mask shifts, making him look more demented. “ Chainsaw . You want anything to stop? All you have to say is that word, understand?” Mia only nods, but that’s enough for us.

“You’re ours, even if it’s just for the night.” With that, he releases her, and Mia sucks in breath after breath, bringing her hand to her throat to soothe the burn, but she doesn’t try to leave. Instead, she reaches for the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head until she’s standing in only a black bra, her beautiful tits spilling out the top.

When she doesn’t turn and run, I take the chance to step behind her, closing her in between us.

“Take off the rest and get on all fours,” Kian tells her. She hesitates, but the look on Kian’s face leaves no room for any kind of argument—even if part of me wants her to talk back, to watch him put her in her place. But she’s such a good girl, tugging them down until she stands in only her bra and a matching black thong before removing those as well. She drops everything into a pile and lowers herself to the ground once again.

Her beautiful ass is just begging for me to spank it.

I nod toward Kian and glance at the chainsaw a few feet away from us, silently letting him know I’m going in for the kill.