Page 8 of Run Little Killer

NIX

" J ust don't kill each other," Rhett calls out, pulling the door shut behind him.

Lifting the whiskey and Coke to my lips, I swallow down another mouthful.

The liquor's already warming me from the inside out, loosening the tension in my neck and shoulders and the hold on my thoughts.

Lennon shifts her weight on the bed, folding her arms tightly across her chest, hard nipples straining against the thin fabric of Rhett's shirt as she reclines back.

Raking my eyes further down her form, I take in her bare legs on display.

I know those creamy thighs would look so fucking good wrapped around my waist. Bitch might be crazy, but she's fucking hot.

No doubt feeling the heat of my gaze, her head slowly swivels, brows pinching together as she stares at me. "Can I help you?"

I set my empty cup down on the table, tongue darting out to lick the remnants of liquor from my lips. The metal ball of my tongue ring clinks against my teeth as I smile. "I can think of something you can help me with," I chuckle, reaching down and shamelessly adjusting my hardening cock.

Her eyes track the motion, gaze narrowing as she scoffs, "Not even in your dirtiest dreams."

I chuckle again, easing out of my seat. "Oh, little killer, my dreams would be your nightmares."

Tilting her head to the side, her lips curl into a feral smirk, "Try me."

Goddamn, she's a fucking brat.

"I don't think I'd have to try that hard," I say, reaching a hand behind my head and fisting my hoodie. In one motion, I tug it off with my t-shirt, discarding them on the chair as I stalk towards her.

The mattress dips as I sink down to sit beside Lennon, and she promptly flicks her attention back to the television in what I'm guessing is her attempt to ignore me.

I doubt she actually gives two shits about what house these stuck-up fucks choose on the show.

My boots thud against the floor as I toe them off one by one and swing my legs up onto the bed.

She makes a scoffing sound in her throat and scoots over, trying to create space between us.

I follow suit, closing the distance as fast as she made it, her jaw tightening when my leg brushes against hers.

Her hips rock in the slightest, and I dart a hand out to grip her thigh before she can move again.

"Not so fast," I murmur.

Her muscles tense beneath my palm, teeth sinking into her bottom lip, though her eyes remain locked on the screen.

Leaning closer– because fuck her personal space– I trail my nose along the slender column of her neck.

The citrus scent of generic motel soap invades my senses as I pause by her ear, a cluster of dainty stars tattooed behind it.

"Remember," I whisper, flexing my fingers. Her breath hitches as my lips skim her lobe. "I warned you what would happen if you ran from me."

She doesn't respond, but I don't miss the way she presses her thighs together or the way her breathing has quickened.

She fucking likes this . Kicking my leg over hers, I pivot around, knees bracketing her body as I curl a finger beneath her chin, the pad of my thumb caressing her skin. "What? Cat got your tongue?"

Her dark lashes flutter before I'm met with the cold stare of her grey irises. "I thought I warned you about splitting you with my knee."

"Nah," I drawl, settling more of my weight onto her, stealing away her ability to nail me in the balls. "I think you're all bark and no bite, little killer."

The corner of her mouth tips up, amusement lacing her tone, "You tell me."

Before I can question what she means, she pitches forward, sinking her teeth into the flesh of my bicep.

"Bitch," I spit, yanking my arm back. Blood beads up from the teeth marks, the red liquid cutting a trail down my skull tattoo. There comes a point where no matter how hot a chick is, the crazy cancels it all out. But damn, something about her rabid impulses adds fuel to my fucking fire.

Darting out a hand, I fist the hem of her borrowed shirt and yank it up, fully covering her face.

Her fingers scrabble against the fabric as she tries to pull it down, but before she can, I snatch up her wrists.

Holding them in one hand, I raise them above her head and pin them against the wall.

She bucks her hips blindly in an effort to fight me– because of course she fucking does– and she shudders a gasp as her pussy skims the hard outline of my dick.

“You like that?” I murmur, lowering my head and licking a path between the valley of her breasts .

Back arching, she presses those perky tits into my face, body seemingly on board with what I’m doing to her. My teeth graze over her nipple, and her breath hitches as I pull it into my mouth and suck.

"Get off of me, jackass," she shouts, body curling on itself as she tries to pull away.

"Not a chance," I growl, fishing my bandana from my pocket. Winding the black material around her wrists, I tie them together and hook them over the post of the headboard.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" she snarls, hands twisting around blindly in an attempt to slip from the restraints.

I rock back and shift myself off the bed to inspect my arm.

She may have broken the skin, but the little bit of bleeding it did seems to be finished.

Rounding the bed, I move towards the head of it as she continues to cuss me out.

With her bare chest on full display, I barely even register what she threatens to stick where.

I’m far too distracted by her perfect tits and the way they bounce as she jerks around, trying to break free.

Fisting the neck of the whiskey bottle and bringing it to my lips, I take another pull as her chest rises and falls rapidly with each profane insult she hurls my way. My eyes rake over her half naked form, and I can’t help but picture how much better the view would be if she was riding my cock.

Swallowing down another mouthful of whiskey, I drop down into the chair, abandoning the bottle on the table as my focus remains pinned on her sinful little body tied to the bed in nothing but those white cotton panties.

She heaves an exasperated sigh, sagging back against the headboard, and my cock strains uncomfortably against my zipper.

I wasn't joking when I said the chase turns me on.

I lean back, popping the button of my jeans and snaking a hand beneath the waistband of my boxer briefs.

My tattooed fingers curl around my shaft as I pull my dick out, giving it a lazy stroke.

Her skin is flushed from the adrenaline and her dusty pink nipples have pebbled from the exposure, just begging to be pinched.

I resist the urge, tightening my grip around my base instead, slowly stroking up to the head.

A bead of precum leaks from my tip as I release it, and it smacks against my lower abs.

Flexing my jaw, I spit into my open palm before spreading both saliva and precum up and down my length.

"Nix," she grits out as she fidgets, trying to get comfortable. "Fucking untie me."

The vexation in her tone as she struggles makes my balls tighten. "I'll let you off your leash when you can play nice."

"Seriously?" she groans, tits bouncing with the motion and fueling my hand to go faster.

I think about how fucking good it would feel to crawl on top of her and smash her tits together, sliding my dick between them, her tongue caressing my tip with each thrust. The mental image has my head lolling back with a moan, the tingles of my building orgasm stirring at the base of my spine.

"What was that?" she questions, face still covered as her head snaps in my direction. "Are you... oh my god, you are !"

"God," I growl as my release nears. "Shut the fuck up, I'm close."

" Perv," she hisses, uncrossing and recrossing her legs.

I think someone's feeling left out.

Pushing to my feet, I move closer, dick in one hand and the other reaching down to cup her pussy.

She gasps at the contact, and I groan at the dampness that meets my palm.

Chasing my release, I pump my hand faster, and just as my balls draw up, I hear the twist of the doorknob.

Hot ropes of cum spill over my fist, shooting onto her stomach and tits as the hinges creak and the door swings open.

"What the-?"

" Fuuuuck, " I moan, cutting off Rhett as the last wave of my orgasm rolls through me.

"Christ," he mutters, shaking his head.

Releasing my hold on Lennon, I turn to see him pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm gone ten minutes..." he sighs, pressing the door shut behind him.

Stalking toward the table, he swipes up the whiskey and tips the bottle back.

His throat bobs with a swallow as he lowers it, cutting me a glare. "Put your fucking dick away, already."

I tuck away my cock with a chuckle and swipe up my hoodie from the chair.

Separating out my t-shirt, I lean forward, hand pausing as I admire my cum spread across Lennon’s skin.

Her stomach dips as I wipe away my claim.

Balling up my t-shirt, I toss it to the floor and head for the bathroom to wash my hands.

"Why's she strung up like that?" Rhett questions as I cut the water and dry my hands off.

I shrug a shoulder, stepping back into the room, "Kinda like her better this way."

"Would someone untie me already!" Lennon snarls.

Tilting my head in her direction, I give Rhett a pointed look. "Your turn to deal with her deranged ass."

"I'm not fucking crazy!" she snaps defensively, the sound of the cheap wooden headboard banging against the wall reverberating around the room as she thrashes.

"Yeah, only a crazy person would say that," I reply, shoving down my jeans and throwing them onto my duffle.

"Play nice, Nix," Rhett admonishes me, edging closer to Lennon.

I spin around in only my boxer briefs, pointing to the bruise that’s started to form around the teeth marks on my arm. "She fucking bit me!"

"You told me to!" she fires back, face twisted in a scowl as Rhett peels the t-shirt from her face and lowers it to cover her body.

"You gonna be a good girl if I untie you, darlin'?" he coos, brushing a wild strand of dark hair behind her ear.

The death glare she's shooting my way instantly shatters as she sweeps her grey eyes towards Rhett and nods demurely.

"See," he smirks, reaching for her bound hands and undoing the bandana. "Just gotta know when to be gentle."

Gentle is the last thing that this girl needs. From what I've seen so far, she isn't innocent by any means.

Lennon starts to rub her wrists the second they're free. Rhett takes hold of them, tracing soft circles across the red marks on her skin.

"Shit," I scoff, shaking my head as I pace across the room to my bed. "Whipped by pussy you haven't even been inside."

" Yet, " Rhett winks at Lennon, a shit-eating grin splitting his face as he lowers her hands and settles them in her lap. "I'm gonna shower," he says, hooking a thumb over his shoulder as he rises up from her side.

She bites back a smile as she watches him stride to the dresser. A pang of jealousy hits me, but I quickly push it away. I don’t need her to look at me all soft and adoring like that. I much prefer the feral way her face lights up as she fights me.

Once he disappears into the bathroom, she eases off the bed, closing the distance between us. Tilting her head back, her brows furrow as she stabs a finger into my chest. "Better sleep with one eye open tonight."

The corner of my mouth tips up in the slightest at her threat.

She holds her glare, hand moving to rest on her hip as I peer down at the unhinged little she-devil.

Her head may only come up to my chest, but her attitude is full fucking grown.

The size of the balls on this girl has blood racing back to my cock.

"Oh, I will," I laugh, hand reaching down to crudely grab my junk. "And one hand on my dick, all night long."

"For fucks sake," she groans, hands slapping against her bare thighs as her arms drop dramatically to her sides. She turns away, limping in the slightest as she approaches the table and unwraps another plastic cup.

Shit, I forgot about her feet.

"Sit," I direct, following behind her.

"Why?" she drawls, reaching for the Coke.

"Ass in the chair, Lennon," I growl, fingers curling around the back of the seat as I pull it out.

Slowly, she sinks down, gaze trained on me as I sit down across from her. Opening the first aid kit, I pull out some supplies. She eyes me precariously as I outstretch my arm and wiggle my fingers in a 'gimme' motion.

“Good girl,” I murmur as she hesitantly places her heel in my waiting palm. “Guess you can teach stray bitches new tricks after all.”

"Go to hell," she spits, trying to yank her foot back.

"Easy little killer," I chuckle, tightening my grip on her ankle. "I'll play nice if you promise not to kick me in the face or the balls."

"Fine," she concedes, folding her arms across her chest and leaning back. Rhett's shirt rides up just enough to tease me with the sight of her panty clad pussy, the thin material leaving nothing to the imagination.

Ripping open an antiseptic wipe with my teeth, I spit the wrapper onto the table and gently start to clean the cuts.

None of them look like they'll need stitches, and she only flinches when I wipe over a wider gash on her arch.

I spread some antibiotic cream across it and wrap it with a piece of cotton bandage before repeating the process on her other foot.

"Thanks," she mumbles, easing up to stand.

The curve of her ass cheeks peek out from beneath the hem of her panties as she crosses the room, and I can't help but think about how fucking good it would feel to claim her tight little ass.

Bet she'd be less mouthy if she was moaning my name.