Page 7 of Run and Hide

Chapter seven

Kian

Mia trembles under me, and it takes incredible force not to come deep inside her. Her face is pale as Cyrus revs the chainsaw and lowers it to her neck. The chain isn’t actually on it, but she doesn’t know that. All she knows is a chainsaw is about to be pressed to the back of her neck. Death is all she's thinking about.

That is, until I reach around and pinch her clit. She cries out, and her body convulses as she comes around me, gripping me like a vice.

The chainsaw presses against her neck, and she screams as liquid coats my thighs.

Fuck, this girl is perfect.

Looking up at Cyrus, I can see the second he’s beyond return. He needs her. Dropping the chainsaw to the ground, he falls to his knees next to me.

I pull out of her and watch as Cyrus keeps his eyes trained on her. His hands grip her ass, and he spreads her wide, giving us the perfect view of everything she has to offer.

If it wasn’t for Mia’s deep breathing, I would’ve assumed she passed out.

“You with us, little crow?” Cyrus asks, and she only nods before trying to get up, but I bring my hand down on her ass as Cyrus grips her leg.

“Did we say you could get up?” I ask.

“No,” she hiccups, her body still recovering from her orgasm. Cyrus looks over at me, and I nod, knowing she needs some kind of comfort before what we have planned.

I move from my place behind her and go to her head, lifting her enough so it’s resting on my thigh. She hiccups again, and I begin to run my fingers down the side of her face. Some of the color returns to her cheeks after a few seconds. I could only imagine how she felt when she heard the chainsaw. Cyrus is one messed up asshole, and he lives for scaring people—especially people he wants to sleep with. I’m the only exception.

“I-I don’t–” She tries to talk, but she’s too shaken up. I know Cyrus is enjoying this way too much, but he also doesn’t want it to end before he even gets a chance inside her.

As he pulls out his knife, he cuts the zip tie around her wrists, allowing her arms to fall to the side.

“Turn around for me, baby,” Cy says, his voice deep. She scrambles to her knees and turns. Dirt and leaves fall from her cheek as she takes Cy in, on his knees in front of her.

“Come on, little crow. No one’s going to hurt you. Not unless you ask.” I grab her hand and pull her back into my chest. Her thighs automatically fall open for Cyrus. She must be more turned on than scared if she’s willingly showing herself to him.

She wants him, and he must see that, because he’s moving to position himself right in front of her.

“Is all this fear turning you on, Mia? Because the need to bury myself inside you is all-consuming.” It’s hard to see the look on his face with the mask and lack of light, but fuck, I’ve never seen anything sexier.

“Yes,” she breathes out. I can see how wet she still is. Such a needy little thing.

“Do you want my cock, baby? Need it?” Cyrus brings the tip of his knife in between her breasts—he must have taken it out without me noticing—and she stops breathing as her fingers dig into my thighs.

As the blade runs along her fair skin, a red line of blood is left in its wake, but this time, she doesn’t look scared. The tip moves lower and lower as Cyrus gets on his stomach, pressing his lips against her spread thighs. Her eyes close, and she leans her head back against my chest as he runs his tongue up her slit. He turns the knife in his hand so the blade is resting in his palm and the handle is facing outward.

“Don’t panic, little crow. I won’t hurt you,” he mumbles against her clit before lining the handle of the knife up with her hole.

Mia’s eyes shoot open, seeing the knife disappear inside her, but she swivels her hips upward, wanting more of Cyrus’ mouth, not caring that there’s a knife buried deep inside her cunt.

“Do you like that?” he asks, slowly removing the knife and pressing it back in. His palm drips blood the longer he fucks her with the hilt of the blade, but he doesn’t stop.

I watch as the blood smears across her thighs. Fucking beautiful.

I reach around to pinch her hard nipples between my fingers, and she cries out in pleasure. By the time she gets to the edge again, Cyrus’s hand is covered in blood, the liquid covering her pussy and thighs.

Cyrus pulls the knife free, dropping it to the ground before she can get off. When Mia sees the blood, her mouth opens, but no words come out for a long minute.

“Cyrus, you're bleeding,” she finally states, and he chuckles.

“Exactly. My blood looks beautiful on your skin, little crow, and it’ll look even better as Kian uses it to fuck your ass.”