Page 7 of Run and Hide

“Kian—” I begin, but the words get stuck.

“It’s okay, little crow. No need to be scared. I’m right here with you.” His calm voice soothes me, but my vision blurs.

The fingers that were deep inside me disappear, and so does Kian’s boot pressed to my head. Good God, what did I get myself into?

Something probes at my entrance, just as the sound of what I knew was coming roars only a few feet from me. I manage to look up just enough to see the uncovered part of Cyrus’s masked face walking toward me, a dark smile curving the side of his mouth.

He presses the trigger on the chainsaw, and I scream as he lowers it. My eyes close on their own as I wait for the chain to dig into my neck.

Sobs wrack my body as I wait for Cyrus to do whatever he wants with the chainsaw, but before he can, Kian enters me in one brutal thrust.

My eyes shoot open as he pumps himself in and out of me, not stopping until I’m a whimpering mess under him. The chainsaw quiets enough that I can hear the slapping of Kian's skin against mine.

“Are you scared, little crow?” Cyrus asks, watching as the tears flow from my eyes. Only a choked sob comes out of me, turning into a moan as Kian’s thrusts become brutal.

Dirt and tears mix on the side of my face, but I don’t dare move. Instead, I let him use me. If I’m going to die tonight, the least they can do is make me come again.

Chapter seven

Kian

Mia trembles under me,and it takes incredible force not to come deep inside her. Her face is pale as Cyrus revs the chainsaw and lowers it to her neck. The chain isn’t actually on it, but she doesn’t know that. All she knows is a chainsaw is about to be pressed to the back of her neck. Death is all she's thinking about.

That is, until I reach around and pinch her clit. She cries out, and her body convulses as she comes around me, gripping me like a vice.

The chainsaw presses against her neck, and she screams as liquid coats my thighs.

Fuck, this girl is perfect.

Looking up at Cyrus, I can see the second he’s beyond return. Heneedsher. Dropping the chainsaw to the ground, he falls to his knees next to me.

I pull out of her and watch as Cyrus keeps his eyes trained on her. His hands grip her ass, and he spreads her wide, giving us the perfect view of everything she has to offer.

If it wasn’t for Mia’s deep breathing, I would’ve assumed she passed out.

“You with us, little crow?” Cyrus asks, and she only nods before trying to get up, but I bring my hand down on her ass as Cyrus grips her leg.

“Did we say you could get up?” I ask.

“No,” she hiccups, her body still recovering from her orgasm. Cyrus looks over at me, and I nod, knowing she needs some kind of comfort before what we have planned.

I move from my place behind her and go to her head, lifting her enough so it’s resting on my thigh. She hiccups again, and I begin to run my fingers down the side of her face. Some of the color returns to her cheeks after a few seconds. I could only imagine how she felt when she heard the chainsaw. Cyrus is one messed up asshole, and he lives for scaring people—especially people he wants to sleep with. I’m the only exception.

“I-I don’t–” She tries to talk, but she’s too shaken up. I know Cyrus is enjoying this way too much, but he also doesn’t want it to end before he even gets a chance inside her.

As he pulls out his knife, he cuts the zip tie around her wrists, allowing her arms to fall to the side.

“Turn around for me, baby,” Cy says, his voice deep. She scrambles to her knees and turns. Dirt and leaves fall from her cheek as she takes Cy in, on his knees in front of her.

“Come on, little crow. No one’s going to hurt you. Not unless you ask.” I grab her hand and pull her back into my chest. Her thighs automatically fall open for Cyrus. She must be more turned on than scared if she’s willingly showing herself to him.

She wants him, and he must see that, because he’s moving to position himself right in front of her.

“Is all this fear turning you on, Mia? Because the need to bury myself inside you is all-consuming.” It’s hard to see the look on his face with the mask and lack of light, but fuck, I’ve never seen anything sexier.

“Yes,” she breathes out. I can see how wet she still is.Such a needy little thing.

“Do you want my cock, baby? Need it?” Cyrus brings the tip of his knife in between her breasts—he must have taken it out without me noticing—and she stops breathing as her fingers dig into my thighs.