Page 6 of Run and Hide

Chapter six

Mia

No one touches me for what feels like ages, but it’s likely only for a few minutes. I hear steps, but I don’t dare look behind me.

If it wasn't for the strange, intense need coursing through my body right now, I’d be running until I found my car, but there’s something about these two that makes me stay. They make my whole body feel like it's on fire, and they have barely touched me.

Strong hands grip my hips, and I let out a yelp. Only seconds later, a sting radiates over my ass cheek.

Did he just spank me?

Before I can ask, another blow lands on my ass.

“God, I want nothing more than to shove my cock into this perfect ass of yours, little crow, but that’ll have to wait.” Kian's raspy voice hits my ears, and I can’t help but whimper.

This is so messed up. I shouldn’t want this as much as I do. It doesn’t make sense why I want this so much, but who am I to fight it when it feels right?

Feather-light fingers trail down my spine, and I shiver under his touch. Kian keeps going until he reaches my ass, only pausing for a moment before he finds my opening.

A single finger enters my pussy, and I moan, feeling extremely sensitive. I try to look around for Cyrus, but he’s nowhere in sight. I don’t focus on that, though, as Kian shoves in another finger, stretching me.

“So fucking tight,” he groans, moving his fingers painfully slow.

My arms wobble to support my weight but give out as Kian presses my face into the dirt. He keeps my hips up, only removing his fingers moments later, grabbing both my wrists and securing them with something. A zip tie. My heart rate spikes, causing my breathing to deepen.

His fingers find me once again, and I put all my focus on that when I hear a faint click, like a trigger being pulled. I try to lift my head from the ground, but Kian positions his body so he can press the foot of his boot against my head, keeping me in place. Then comes the choke. A low, mechanical growl from the chainsaw sends a shiver down my spine as I try to move, but with my hands tied behind my back and the weight of his boot on my head, I’m not able to.

His fingers are deep inside me, curling upward, and I jolt forward, fear and a climax washing over me.

Even through my euphoria, I hear the distinctive sputter as the engine is trying to catch.

No. No. No.

“Kian—” I begin, but the words get stuck.

“It’s okay, little crow. No need to be scared. I’m right here with you.” His calm voice soothes me, but my vision blurs.

The fingers that were deep inside me disappear, and so does Kian’s boot pressed to my head. Good God, what did I get myself into?

Something probes at my entrance, just as the sound of what I knew was coming roars only a few feet from me. I manage to look up just enough to see the uncovered part of Cyrus’s masked face walking toward me, a dark smile curving the side of his mouth.

He presses the trigger on the chainsaw, and I scream as he lowers it. My eyes close on their own as I wait for the chain to dig into my neck.

Sobs wrack my body as I wait for Cyrus to do whatever he wants with the chainsaw, but before he can, Kian enters me in one brutal thrust.

My eyes shoot open as he pumps himself in and out of me, not stopping until I’m a whimpering mess under him. The chainsaw quiets enough that I can hear the slapping of Kian's skin against mine.

“Are you scared, little crow?” Cyrus asks, watching as the tears flow from my eyes. Only a choked sob comes out of me, turning into a moan as Kian’s thrusts become brutal.

Dirt and tears mix on the side of my face, but I don’t dare move. Instead, I let him use me. If I’m going to die tonight, the least they can do is make me come again.