Page 22 of Run, Little Rabbit (Blood & Bonds #1)

Chapter Twenty-One

Niki

I watch the screen as my little rabbit blows me a kiss, and the grin across my face is as wide as the proverbial Cheshire cat.

I bet Maxim is fucking pissed that Angel is lying on the ground, out cold.

But I think the thing that will piss him off the most is that he likes the fact that Echo has managed to take out Angel.

The guy is a fucking mercenary, and there he is, splayed out on the ground while a pint-sized hellcat licks his face.

I fucking love it, and I can’t wait to make her pay for it.

I look at the location on the phone, and even though I know that Echo will leave the phone with Angel so we can find him, it’s the last place she was so I head that way.

I’ll leave Maxim to deal with Angel and look at the area she was in.

It’s not far from the river, and, if I were her, I know exactly where I’d go next.

I put my phone back in my pocket, falling in love a little bit more with her. I’ve never felt so obsessed with someone. She takes up all my thoughts until every breath I take is to an image of her. I want to possess her. Own her. Fucking carve my name into her skin so she knows she belongs to me.

I pick up the pace to a jog as I head in her last known direction. My heart pumps furiously in my chest with pure excitement and pure fucking need.

I want to shout her name, to put the fear of God into her as I chase her down, but I can’t do that, and I curse the day that Tony Caruso stole my words. Even now, it still makes me angry, and even though there’s nothing I can do about it, I still wish I could kill Tony Caruso all over again.

I slow down as I approach the river, knowing that this is where she’ll most likely be, setting up some kind of hiding place to take us by surprise.

I know she’s here. I can sense her. It’s like my body goes into overdrive as soon as I’m near her. I take a deep breath and hold still for a moment behind a large tree at the edge of the river. The water rushes down its winding path, crashing against rocks, and it’s the only sound for miles.

Then I catch a glimpse of her. Her hair is wild, her makeup smeared under her eyes. She’s fucking beautiful, and for a moment, I watch her step around the tree, completely oblivious to my existence.

She steps closer. And closer. And still, she doesn’t sense me. Her head is on a swivel, looking around the trees as she walks closer to the river, but she doesn’t see me until it’s too late.

I grab her shoulder and slam her backwards into the trunk of the thick tree.

My hand slams over her mouth to stop her scream, and there's a wildness in her eyes that sets my pulse racing.

I take a moment to wonder if Maxim has a way to monitor my pulse.

Does he know how fast my heart is beating?

Does it excite him? Does it turn him on?

Maybe I should suggest it to him when we all get back to the house. I think I like the idea that my excitement turns him on, and I want to see how far that particular thing goes.

Echo stares at me for a fraction of a second, her eyes wide and fear burning brightly. I notice the moment her survival instincts kick in. Her pupils dilate, and she takes a deep breath through her nose. This woman isn’t going down without a fight, and I am fucking here for that.

I pull the knife from its sheath at my hip and place the tip against her throat. Her breaths are uneasy, but that beautiful glaze falling over her eyes tells me how much she’s really enjoying this.

I step backwards and pull my hand from her mouth. “ Run, little rabbit. Run.”

I hope she runs. God, my cock is tenting my pants just thinking about her running away from me. She smiles uneasily as she looks from me to over her shoulder. She’s so close to the river, so close to freedom, that I bet she can taste it like a visceral thing.

She takes one last look at me and then spins on her heel and runs. Fuck, she’s fast.

I count to ten, fifteen, twenty before I take off after her. She’s a lot faster than I thought, and I can’t help but admire that.

Her head snaps over her shoulder, her gaze colliding with mine as I get closer to her. I need to pick up my pace to catch her, but all too soon, my hand fists in her long red hair.

She yelps as I tug her backwards, and she loses her footing, falling to her hands and knees. She immediately starts crawling, scrambling to get away from me, but I’m not going to let that happen.

I grab her ankle, loving her scream as I pull her towards me.

She uses her free foot to try and kick my face, but I miss her foot every time.

She’s tired, and she’s starting to become careless.

I crawl over her body, pinning her to the dirt by the nape of her neck.

She slaps wildly and kicks her feet, but it’s useless.

I rip her panties off and stuff them in my pocket, my prize for later.

She bucks and squirms, but I don’t let up.

I grind my erection down into her ass, and God, I want to sink into that tight heat.

I want to know how wet she is for me. How much she enjoys being chased and hunted.

I want to sink my cock into her and fuck her cunt until she screams and squirts all over my dick.

I don’t know if she’s a squirter, but I’ll make her fucking squirt for me.

I wrap my hand in her hair and yank her head back. I present the handle of the knife to her lips and start to push it into her mouth.

“Suck it,” I try to sign around the handle.

She must understand because she lets me push it into her mouth.

I’m too wound up to care about my finesse when signing.

I just want to sink my cock into her. I want to hear her scream as I fuck her into the dirt, and then I want to leave her a satisfied mess when Maxim comes along and have him know that it was me.

I want him thinking about how my dick will feel in his ass because I am going to fuck him.

I want that. I want him. And I want her.

I’m too far gone for sensibilities and sound judgement. I’m running on pure animalistic fucking need .

I pull the handle of the knife out of her mouth and press it against her fluttering hole.

I know this is going to hurt, and part of me doesn’t give a shit.

She’s fucking soaked. I can see her pussy glistening in the low light, and I want to lick her, taste her, sink my tongue deep into her, but not right now.

I want her to be full of lust and fear and horror.

I spit against her hole, having some kind of decency, and then push the handle of the knife into her ass.

I can tell it’s tight. It takes a few moments before I can get it past the tight ring of muscle. She gasps and looks at me over her shoulder. There are tears in her eyes, and my cock hardens at the sight.

“Take it out,” she whimpers, but there’s a hint of a moan buried beneath it. She likes it.

I shake my head and tug on the sharp blade, watching in fascination as her tight little hole tries to hold onto it. Using the thin guard that sits between the handle and the blade, I pull the knife out and push it back in. After a few thrusts, Echo starts to moan and push her hips backwards.

I get to my feet, and she looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes wild and glassy.

“ Kneel. ”

She swivels on her knees, moving slowly with that knife in her ass. I’ll take it out when I fuck her, but until then, it can keep her tight little hole stretched for me.

Tears roll down her cheeks, she looks beautiful with her mascara smeared beneath her wild eyes.

“ Open.” I open my trousers and release my aching cock.

“No,” she replies, but there’s a small curl to the corner of her mouth.

I slap her face lightly and grip her chin.

I dig my fingers into the hollows of her cheeks and force her mouth open wide.

Then I shove my dick straight past her plump lips.

She immediately gags when I hit the back of her throat, but I don’t let her adjust. I hold myself there for a minute, loving how she swallows around the head of my cock, how her warm, wet tongue massages the underside of my dick.

But most of all, I love those fucking tears.

I pull out and let her take a deep breath, but I slam back in. I wrap my fingers in her hair and hold her in place while I fuck her face. She coughs and splutters around my dick and I use my grip on her hair to fuck my hips forward.

Her fingers dig into my thighs, and I know she’s broken the skin. The sting smarts a little, but it all adds to the orgasm that I can feel building at the base of my spine.

I pull out of her mouth, not wanting to cum down her throat. I want to be deep in her ass when I do orgasm. Then I want to fuck her cunt and fill her up over and over until I get her pregnant. Fuck. I hope she’s not on birth control. The thought of her belly round with a child makes my heart lurch.

She looks disappointed as I step backwards.

“Turn around and bend over. ” My hands tremble as I think about finally sinking my dick into her.

She complies, and I see tiny little red slices where the knife has caught her thighs when I fucked her face.

Fuck. She looks beautiful painted in red.

I grab the hilt of the knife and tug. Echo whimpers as I pull it from her body, and I can feel her ass trying to hold onto it.

I tuck the knife back in its sheath and then part her ass cheeks.

What a fucking sight. I lean closer and blow on it, loving how it flutters.

Then, in one motion, I lick from her clit all the way to her asshole.

She tries to scramble away, but I slap her thigh and pull her back into place. She kicks her foot back, and she manages to catch the inside of my knee, making me lose my balance.

Then she’s up and running again. I can’t have that.

I leap to my feet and chase her deeper into the woods.