Page 17 of Run Little Killer

NIX

M y cock strains against my zipper as I watch Lennon molding her body against Rhetts. The scared and panicked look melts from her features, replaced with one of raw desire.

Rhett's good like that– reading people, knowing what they need. Hell, if he didn't sponsor my ass when I was a prospect, I'd probably never have been patched in.

I roll the handle of the hunting knife between my fingers, fresh blood trickling down my hand as the motion flexes open the cut. It's nothing– a glorified paper cut– and I'd gladly take it ten times over if it meant keeping Lennon unharmed.

"Shit, this is bad," Kurt mumbles, running a hand through his dark hair.

Shit, I forgot about him.

He's right, this is a mess. Not only is this load now without a driver, but Mav's buddy is down a guy altogether. Rhett popped his neck harder than a virgin’s dick at a strip club.

Which is a faster death than I'd have given him.

My little killer put up a fight and had him right on the path to hell, blood from dozens of puncture wounds still oozing out onto the tile.

"I've got to call–"

"No one," I finish Kurt's sentence, jabbing my hand forward with practiced precision, the blood-coated tip of the blade digging into the hollow spot beneath his Adams apple just enough to break the skin.

"No one," Kurt repeats back, all the color draining from his face as a rivulet of blood blossoms to the surface.

"Right," I say, retracting my hand and making a spinning motion with the blade. "Let's go chat."

He nods, turning and leaving the bathroom with me right on his heels. I sweep my eyes around the garage until I spot a utility closet in the back corner. It’ll do . Slipping the knife into my belt, I clamp my hand down on the back of Kurt’s neck, guiding him toward it.

"Uh, what are you doing?" he asks, the slight waver in his voice betraying his fear.

"Making sure you don't run your mouth," I grumble.

"Gonna off me in my own shop?" he laughs nervously.

"We'll see," I deadpan.

Twisting the handle, I pull open the closet door, immediately met with the smell of old mop water and mildew. A dingy yellow mop bucket is shoved in the corner, the mop handle leaning against metal shelves filled with random cleaning supplies and light bulbs.

"Phone," I demand, holding out my hand.

"What? I- I won't tell anyone if that's what you worried about. I don't want cops sniffing around my place."

I wiggle the fingers of my waiting palm, the ones around his neck digging harder into the sides of it until his knees start to buckle .

"Okay, okay!" he rushes out, pulling his cellphone from his jumpsuit and slapping it into my hand.

Pocketing it, I shove him forward and he stumbles inside the closet, shelves clanking as he smacks into them.

I kick the door closed to seal him inside and twist the lock to engage it, swiping a round file from the open toolbox beside me and wedging it into the key hole until I'm sure the locking mechanism is royally fucked.

"You're coming back for me, right?" Kurt shouts as I walk away.

Between him and the shit with the driver, we're already gonna hear it from Mav, so I don't bother responding. He'll be fine. And I'm tired of sitting around with my dick in my hand while Rhett tends to Lennon's needs by himself.

I like when she fights me, always toeing the line and pushing my buttons. But two nights of watching Rhett play hero is plenty. I wanna feel that cunt wrap around my fingers as her eyes roll back and she forgets the driver ever looked in her direction.

My cock thickens as I step into the bathroom, pulse thrumming with anticipation.

The redheaded fuck is still laying motionless on the floor, blood pooling around his corpse.

Rhett's sitting against the wall just a few feet away with Lennon draped on top of him, completely ignoring the dead body in the room. Her shirt’s off, bra yanked up, leaving her full tits on display.

Rhett's got a tit in one hand, the other stuffed down the front of her leggings.

By the way she's squirming, she's already halfway to forgetting her own name.

I step in closer, Lennon’s pupils blowing wide as she looks up at me. "Let me see how fucking wet you are, little killer," I growl, crouching down in front of her to claim the best seat in the house to their show .

Her lips part with a gasp, a soft moan slipping past them as her hands move to her hips. Rhett doesn't stop working her as she starts shoving her leggings down her thighs, inviting me to look.

I sink down to my knees, fingers curling around the bunched up fabric and pulling her leggings down to her ankles. She's a fucking beautiful mess, cunt glistening, arousal coating Rhett's tattooed fingers as she rolls her hips to chase his touch.

"Goddamn, look at that pretty pussy," I murmur, wetting my lips with my tongue. "You like it when he plays with you like that?"

She hums in response, hands reaching up to grip Rhett's biceps as he dips a digit inside her tight entrance.

I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stifle a groan. "She likes that, old man."

"Don't know what she likes more, this..." Rhett says huskily as pinches her nipple between his thumb and finger. "Or this..." He rubs fast circles over her clit, making her hips buck. "Or this," he adds, shoving two fingers into her as she cries out and arches her back.

"I think she craves it all", I chuckle, leaning forward and pressing the pad of my thumb against her clit. "Like she was made for us to share."

Lennon’s breath hitches like that idea excites her, a silent plea burning behind her eyes.

Rhett toys with her nipple with the fingers of one hand, his other sliding away to free up her pretty pussy. The tip of the hunting blade pokes my thigh as I lean forward and drag my fingers down her slit, slowly pushing one inside her.

Fuck .

She's so tight, her warm, wet walls sucking me in. I add another finger and she clamps down around me, Rhett’s hand cruising back over to strum her clit.

"Oh god," she pants, grinding down on my fingers.

"How's it feel?" Rhett rasps.

"Like heaven," she moans.

"There's no hope of heaven here," I say, working a third finger into her tight hole. "We'll drag you to hell with us, little killer, and see if it's us or the flames that consume you first."

"More," Lennon begs, mouth hinging open, grey eyes clouded with pleasure.

Her bratty attitude always gets me hard– and I still want to chase her down and fuck her face into the dirt– but seeing her like this, without her teeth bared, all soft edges and pliable, begging for me to fill her…

that sets off something inside me. Something buried deep, hidden and waiting for the right moment to surface.

Pulling the knife from my belt, I pinch the blade between my fingers and wave the thick, ridged handle in front of her. “I’ve got plans for the first time I rip into this cunt, so for now, this will have to do.”

I shove my fingers deeper inside her, my other hand thrusting the knife handle to her lips. “Suck.”

Her dark lashes lazily fan across her flush cheeks as she wraps her lips around it and takes it in her mouth. She hums, head bobbing, like it did when she sucked Rhett’s cock last night.

“Thatta girl,” I praise, sparks igniting in her stormy eyes at my words.

Lennon makes a popping sound as I draw the knife from her mouth and lower it between her legs, pulling my fingers out of her and pressing the handle to her opening instead.. She watches with rapt attention as I grip it by the blade, the sharp edges biting into my skin.

Pinning her bottom lip between her teeth, she stifles a moan, fresh blood trailing down my hand as I thrust the hilt of the knife into her waiting cunt. The blade reflects the overhead light as it juts out of her.

What a fucking sight.

"Don't," I say, reaching up to tug her lip free. "When he brings you pleasure and I give you pain, and they weave together to force those pretty sounds from your throat, you let us hear them, understand?"

The corners of her mouth tip up into a grin as she answers, "Yessir."

Gripping the blade, I pump the knife handle in and out as Rhett rolls and pinches her clit, both of us working her until her thighs tremble, cunt weeping as her wanton moans fill the room.

A sheen of sweat coats her skin, her chest heaving as she starts to come down from her orgasm. She looks so damn incredible like this, spread wide and dripping for us. Rhett and I have shared women before, but I already know Lennon is different.

Her juices drip from the handle as I slide the knife out of her, glancing to Rhett, then back. "Turn over and get on all fours."

Lennon rolls to the side and pushes up into position like an obedient little slut. Her eyes are heavy lidded, cheeks flushed as she glances back at me over her shoulder. "Now what?"

"Now, you're gonna thank him for saving you," I say, nodding to Rhett.

A smirk curves her lips as she turns back to him, the lithe fingers of one hand reaching up to the tented front of his jeans. Rhett helps her undo the button and she lowers the zipper, pulling his hard cock free.

She trails her tongue from base to tip, swirling over his piercings in the process. I still don't understand how he willingly let someone shove a needle into his dick, not once, but twice .

"You're such a good girl sucking my cock like this, aren't you, darlin'?" Rhett growls, threading a hand into her hair and gently guiding Lennon's head up and down his length.

She hums in response as she swallows him deeper.

I palm the knife, the evidence of her release still coating the handle, tempting me.

I bring it to my mouth, dragging my tongue across the rigid handle to taste her.

She’s just as delicious as I knew she would be.

I watch her movements, head bobbing, luscious ass swaying, arousal running down her thighs– I can't look away, it’s fucking hypnotic.

Rhett grips the base of her neck as she lowers down to her forearms, ass pushing up in the process. I set the knife on her lower back, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks as I spread them wide. I rock forward, dragging my tongue over her puckered back hole.

A ripple of pleasure courses through her, muscles tensing and a salacious moan falling from her lips.

"Goddamn," Rhett growls, head tipping back against the wall. "Just like that."

"You like your ass being played with, little killer?" I ask, smacking a palm down on her cheek, blood from my cut painting her creamy skin.

Lennon wiggles her ass in invitation to keep going, groaning as I shove two fingers into her wet cunt and drag the moisture up to tease her back hole. Warm blood continues to trickle down my arm as I press the tip of a finger into her tight ass.

"Fuck darlin', I'm close," Rhett grits out as Lennon moans around him.

I flex my jaw, watching my spit and blood mix with her cum as it trails down her ass crack. Flexing my fist, more blood drips down on her skin and I swirl it together like I'm some fucked up Michelangelo and her ass is my Sistine chapel.

It takes every last ounce of control I have to not shove my jeans down and rut into her.

But even with my dick impossibly hard behind my zipper, I know I don't have the kind of time I want to fuck her senseless.

We still have to deal with the dead fuck beside us, Kurt, and most importantly, Mav.

And I don't need another lecture from the latter reminding me not to think with my dick when business is at stake.

More blood drips down, this time coating the rigid handle of the knife before I curl my hand around the blade and nudge it against her asshole. Her body tenses, but I don't tell her to breathe or trust me. No, the intrusive thoughts win out and I press it inside ruthlessly.

Lennon doesn’t jump away. She rocks back to take it deeper, the teeth of the blade slicing further into my skin as the handle fully disappears. I thrust it in and out and she mumbles incoherently, hips bucking as she comes apart.

"Fuck," Rhett drawls, his own hips jerking. His fingers twist in her hair to hold her head in place as he comes down her throat.

She swallows every drop, gasping as he releases her.

Cum and spit coat her swollen lips and tears running down her face as she greedily sucks in gulps of air.

I ease the knife out of her and Rhett pulls her to his chest, stroking her hair and calling her a good girl as she fights to catch her breath.

I shove the knife back into my belt, claiming it like some fucked up memento as I push to my feet. Taking a step back, the heel of my boot slips in the slightest as it comes in contact with the pool of blood surrounding the would-be driver.

Shit. Forgot about him.

Lennon’s ours now– Rhett literally killed for her– so letting her go when we get to Englewood is no longer an option. She’s staying with us.

She just doesn’t know it yet.