Page 38 of Run, Little Rabbit (Blood & Bonds #1)

I can’t even brace myself or push back. Max has got me pinned beneath him in a way that I can only lie there and take it. He uses me for his pleasure, and the thought has me barrelling towards another orgasm before I can even blink.

The hand disappears from my back, and I hear the slap before I feel it, stopping my orgasm right in its tracks.

Heat radiates across my skin, and it fucking stings .

Max groans low, and fuck, is he looking at his handprint on my ass? Is it turning him on?

It must be because he picks up the pace, and Jesus fucking Christ, I can’t take any more.

I’ve lost track of the whimpers and moans escaping around the black lace.

“Fucking hell, pet,” he hisses between his gritted teeth, his pace increasing.

His rhythm stutters, and a guttural roar escapes him as he cums. His cock jerks, and I feel the heat of his release deep inside me and it sets off my own. It’s powerful and potent, and if Max weren’t holding me to the desk, I would have crumpled to the floor like a pile of goo.

Max pitches forwards, his weight bracing against me and his breaths tickling the shell of my ear. “Are you alright?”

I nod lazily, too spent to do anything other than collapse.

He chuckles softly by my ear and then stands up, his cock slipping out of me and making me feel empty.

“Hmm, I can’t have this,” Max murmurs as he looks at his cum leaking from my abused pussy. His eyes fall on the black lace peeking through my lips, and a sadistic grin forms across his face.

He tugs the material from my mouth, and it rasps against my lips as he pulls it loose.

I smack my lips together, darting my tongue out to moisten them, and take a deep breath.

Finally able to breathe properly. I get a little dizzy as the oxygen hits my brain, but it completely stalls when I realise what Max is going to do.

He swipes the ripped thong up the inside of my thigh, catching the cum that has run down my leg, and then slowly pushes the scrap of fabric into my pussy.

“Max?” My throat is dry and my voice scratchy after being gagged for so long.

“Hmm?” he responds as he watches the black lace disappear inside me, a wild gleam in his eyes. “That’s much better.”

I don’t even notice him unwind the tie from my wrists because I’m too wrapped up in the sensation of my underwear inside my pussy .

Max lifts me gently from the desk and rubs his thumbs in circles around my wrists to help my circulation return to normal.

I take a step towards the sofa, but my knees buckle beneath me, my limbs still feeling like jelly. Angel darts up from the chair to help catch me and swoops me into his arms before I hit the floor.

“I’ve got you,” he says as he sits down and pulls me onto his lap.

I tuck my head under his chin and let my body melt into his embrace. I ache everywhere, so I let Angel soothe my sore muscles, his deft fingers working magic on muscles I didn’t even know I had.

A soft moan escapes me as he rubs his fingers between my shoulder blades, the spot tight from my arms being pinned for so long.

Max sits next to us, his eyes bright and filled with a warm sort of amusement. He reaches out and traces a lazy pattern on my stomach with his forefinger. “I never thought of children being in the cards for me, but there’s something about you, Echo, that makes me think about it.”

“I agree,” Angel says with a happy sigh. “There’s definitely something about you, Echo.”

Max rests his arm along the back of the sofa, and I like how relaxed he looks. His shirt is still open, displaying his chest with a light dusting of hair. The lines of his face have lost their usual tense seriousness, and his eyes crinkle when he smiles.

I’m glad his nose isn’t crooked after I broke it. There’s still some slight bruising under his eyes, but the swelling has gone down a lot. “I’m sorry about your nose.”

He huffs a laugh. “Don’t be. It’s still one of my favourite things you’ve done. I’m sorry I antagonised you. That was a dick move.”

“Not sorry you kidnapped me then?”

His eyes flash with a heat that burns. “Not even a little bit.”

He stares at me, and I feel like he’s looking beyond my eyes and into my very soul. I feel dissected, picked apart and vulnerable as those dark eyes of his take their fill. I feel exposed in front of him, and he stares at me for so long that I think he steals a piece of my soul for himself.

“Where’s Niki?”

Max rolls his eyes, but there’s a hint of affection in their depths. He points to the ceiling and a little glass dome that sits in the middle of it. “In his viewing room.”

“Niki likes to watch,” Angel says, his voice a low whisper that tickles my ear.

“A viewing room?” My pulse jumps at the thought.

“Mm-hm,” Angel hums. “He has cameras everywhere.”

A flush creeps up the side of my neck. “So, you’re saying he’s just watched us?”

“Yes,” Max says with a mischievous grin. “And I’ll bet he’ll come rampaging into the room in a minute to try and steal you away.”

“Is that right?” The words are barely out of my mouth before the door to the room slams open and Niki storms in.

There’s a wildness about his eyes as they take in the scene in front of him.

I instinctively flinch at the threat, bracing for impact as his strides eat up the distance between us.

But before he even gets his hands on me, I throw my foot out, slamming it into his chest. “What do you think you’re doing? ”

His top lip is pulled back in a snarl, and he looks like a man consumed by need. “ Taking you.”

I snort. “I don’t think so, He-man. You don’t get to just ‘take’ me when you feel like it. Besides, I’m just about to have a very interesting conversation.”

He leans forward slightly, pushing against my foot, but I don’t relent. “ Little Rabbit, don’t push me.”

“Or what?” I goad. I sense Max's and Angel’s eyes flicking between the pair of us, but I don’t stop looking at Niki. He looks like a goddamn wild animal, on the cusp of going feral, a cold, calculating look in his icy eyes.

“ Fine,” he signs, the movement short and sharp. “ If you don’t want to come with me right now, then you need to give me something to tide me over until I can steal you away.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What?”

His eyes drop to my pussy and he raises an eyebrow of his own.

I scoot further down Angel’s lap and slowly lift the hem of my skirt higher up my thighs. “You want them; come and get them.”

Niki’s grin turns wolfish as he wraps a hand around my foot, keeping it pressed to his chest. He drops to one knee and skates his fingers up the inside of my thigh. He doesn’t look away, just holds my stare with a ferocity that has my breaths quickening.

At the first touch of his fingers against my pussy, my nostrils flare wide.

Niki’s tongue darts across his bottom lip before sucking against his teeth. Almost like he’s restraining himself, holding himself back to savour the moment.

And I am here for it.

He slides a finger inside me and my hands clench around Angel’s thighs. I feel Niki hook his finger around a scrap of the fabric, and he starts to tug it free, every inch of it caressing the inside of me and sending ripples of desire deep into my core.

Niki finally pulls the material free, and he brings it to his nose, taking a deep inhale before tucking it into his trouser pocket.

“What the hell are you going to do with that?” I ask, my voice a little breathless.

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll add my own cum to it.”

I waggle my eyebrows. “Can I watch?”

Niki breathes in sharply. “ Absolutely.”

“So, now that’s out of the way, are you going to tell us why you snuck into my home office, Echo?” Max asks, drawing my attention back to him.

“You mean that mind-blowing sex wasn’t reason enough?” I say with mock offence as Niki places my foot gently back on the floor before sitting in the space between my feet. I run my fingers through his hair, enjoying the way he leans into my touch.

Angel’s laugh reverberates in his chest beneath my cheek, and it’s a warm sound that has my toes curling.

“I actually came with a proposition,” I say as I pull Bennie’s phone out of the pocket of my combat vest. I hold it out to Max, who eyes the sleek black phone warily.

“What is that?” he asks, all warmth of the previous few minutes disappearing.

“That, dear Max, would be a mobile phone.”

“I can see that,” he snaps. “If that’s what I think it is, how the hell did you get your hands on it?”

“I swapped it,” I say with a nonchalant shrug.

“What idiot swaps something of that value?” Angel asks, bewildered.

I look up and into his pretty eyes that are the colour of sapphires caught in the sun and pull out one of my calling cards. “I swapped it with one of these.”

A myriad of expressions flitter across his face, from confusion to worry to curiosity and finally resting on disbelief.

Max snatches the little card out of my hand and turns it over several times. “You know the Six Minute Killer?”

I snort. “Oh, Max. That’s precious.”

His brow furrows for a second before his eyes widen.

Niki taps my knee and pulls my attention to him. “ You’re the Six Minute Killer? ”

“In the flesh.” I have to admit, I’m a little impressed I’ve managed to shock them. I do feel a little smug at that if I’m being honest. “Why? Do I look too pretty to be a serial killer?”

“It’s not that,” Max says, that frown descending again. “I just… well… it took me by surprise.”

I fold my arms across my chest defensively. “Because I’m a woman and therefore incapable of being nothing more than a prize to be won?”

Please don’t tell me I’ve walked away from one chauvinistic asshole and into the orbit of another. I couldn’t bear it. I’m worth more than that, and if they can’t see that, maybe I’m better off ending up an old maid and living life on my own. I wouldn’t trust my judgement of character ever again.

Angel grips my chin and forces me to look at him. “Absolutely not. We don’t think that.”

Thank fuck. My anger settles a little at Angel’s words, and I find myself looking towards Max and waiting for his opinion.

It’s not that I want his approval; I definitely don’t need that, but I would like him to be proud of me.

For someone to be proud of me. For someone to see I’m worth more than just the looks that I was born with.

“Oh, pet,” Max rasps, and I feel those words brush against my skin like a physical thing. “The fact that you could kill me with your bare hands makes me want to ask you to try.”

Excitement floods my veins, and I find myself leaning closer to him, a wicked smile tugging at my lips. “Don’t tempt me with a good time now.”

He holds my stare as he leans towards me, his eyes darkening with desire. “We’ve just shared a good time; you need another so soon?”

“You’re insatiable,” I laugh.

“Only for a serial killer and mad men, it seems,” Max chuckles before leaning back against the sofa. “So, tell me about this proposition.”