Page 30 of Run Little Killer
The air is brisk, goosebumps pebbling across my bare legs as I wander out beneath a sky littered with sparkling stars.
Spotting a picnic table near the edge of the lot, I head towards it, skirting around a rusted-out barbeque grill and trash can to take a seat.
The wood is weathered and cold, but the fresh air and picturesque sky make it bearable .
Folding my arms on the table, I rest my chin against them, gazing up at the nighttime landscape stretched above me.
I love being outside, especially at night.
It's eerily calm, the silence almost haunting.
The darkness should be a deterrent with the way danger lurks in the shadows, but the stars still find a way to burn brightly in the void.
A sense of peace settles deep into my marrow as I stare at the sky, shoulders slouching on a steady exhale.
I remember thinking how pretty the sky was while Shawn moved inside me. Something broke in me that night, shattering into a million pieces, and I knew right then that things would never be the same– that my entire life’s trajectory was being altered in some huge, fundamental way.
But I had no idea just how far off the rails it'd end up. That I’d be labeled as crazy, shipped off to an asylum, and stab an orderly to escape.
That I’d wind up bleeding on the side of the road and accept a ride from a pair of rugged bikers.
That I’d wind up fucking not one, but both of them, and get a little too attached.
I’ve wondered so many times who I’d be today if I left the bar after my shift that night rather than staying for a drink, but now, I’m confronted with the realization that if I had left, I wouldn’t be here with Rhett and Nix.
We never would’ve crossed paths in my old life– without damnation, I never would’ve found salvation in the form of two six-foot-something bikers.
Too bad nothing good ever lasts in my life.
"Doin' okay, darlin'?" Rhett drawls, the deep timbre of his voice startling me out of my thoughts.
I snap my head in his direction, thighs clenching at the sight of him shirtless and bathed in shadows.
I swear I start to drool as my eyes map the intricate tattoos covering his torso, drinking in every inch of hard-earned muscle.
His hands are shoved into the pockets of his grey sweats, pulling the fabric tight across his groin, teasing me with the outline of his cock.
God, he's so fucking sexy.
"Yeah, just couldn't sleep," I reply with a shrug.
"Nightmare?" he asks, lowering to the bench beside me.
"Something like that," I mumble, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth.
He nods slowly, propping his elbows on the tabletop and leaning back. "Wanna talk about it?"
Do I?
The thought of telling my story is terrifying. No one ever sees my side; no one believes me when I say I was the victim.
There was no proof of the assault, only that I had "penetrative intercourse" in the prior twelve hours.
I endured three straight hours of trying not to crawl out of my skin as strangers touched my body inside and out, taking samples of fluids, blood, and hair.
Hell they even took pictures that could rival OnlyFans, but the rape kit was compromised at some point and rendered all the DNA evidence inconclusive.
All of that poking and prodding, the assault after the assault, was for fucking nothing .
I can’t tell Rhett my story. Not tonight. Even if he believed me, I don't want to spend what could be the last of our time together in that corner of my hellscape.
"I'll have you drop me at my friend Holly's," I say, swiftly changing the subject. "I don't know her address, but I can give you directions."
Rhett’s lips curve with a faint smile. "Whatever you want darlin'."
"Is that so?" I tease, pushing to stand and swinging my leg over his lap, deciding I'll spend the last of our time together chasing one last release. If this is all there is, then I don't just want to come, I want to unravel in ecstasy.
"Mhmm," he hums lowly, his hands coming to rest on my hips as I straddle his waist.
Sinking down in his lap, I nestle my core over the hard ridge of his cock. Even through the fabric of his sweats, I can feel his piercings, my pussy aching to have them buried deep inside me.
I roll my hips, teasing my clit over every inch of his massive length. Rhett and Nix are both huge , and after seeing them together, I now know the differences. Rhett’s longer, Nix is thicker. And both of them are able to make me crash out in sheer ecstasy.
Rhett rucks up the hem of my sweatshirt, calloused fingers flexing against my skin as he forces me down, moving my hips roughly over his hard length and coaxing a mewl from my lips.
My hands slap against his chest, his heartbeat thundering beneath my palms as the barbell piercing delivers the perfect friction to my sensitive clit.
"God, I'm gonna miss this," he groans, tipping his head back and bucking his hips.
"Then you better fuck me so hard that I never forget you," I breathe, eyes locking with his baby blues.
"Anything for you, darlin'," he drawls with a smirk.
Rhett tightens his grip on my hips, each maddening slide against him stoking the fire burning in my core. I lean forward as the pressure starts to build, pressing my lips to his. The kiss is hard and frantic, pushing me closer to the edge.
"Shit, I'm gonna come," I moan.
His motions slam to a halt so fast I swear I get whiplash. I blink chaotically, trying to refocus as his hands fall from my hips, one pushing the soaked fabric of my panties to the side and the other freeing his hard cock from his sweats.
"Not until I'm deep inside you darlin'," he murmurs as he fists his shaft, my pussy throbbing as I lower down on him.
"Fuck," he grits out, jaw clenching tight. "It's like the devil carved your cunt just for me."
Rhett's rough, rhythmic thrusts meet my own as I bounce up and down on his lap.
His piercings roll over my g-spot, sending tingles coursing through my veins.
The coil in my belly tightens, and with one more hard punch of his hips, it snaps.
I moan as I come undone, toes curling as sparks skitter across my skin.
"I'm gonna fill this cunt so full with my cum that I'll be leaking out of you for days," he growls, lifting me by the hips and slamming me down.
Pleasure-laced pain ripples through me, sending me careening off the edge with another orgasm as his tip hits me impossibly deep. Hot ropes of cum paint my insides, stars dancing across my vision. The world tilts–
I swear I black out for a split second, and when I manage to blink my eyes open, Rhett is staring right back at me, the look in his eyes splitting me wide open.
There’s so much reverence in his gaze that for a single, fleeting moment, I forget who I am.
I don’t feel broken, haunted by my past and sprinting toward an uncertain future.
I feel wanted. Cherished. Adored. So many things I have no right feeling after everything I’ve done.
Because I’m the villain in this story. And villains don’t get happy endings.