Page 81 of Run, Little Rabbit

I look deep into Echo’s eyes, captivated by the way the sunlight catches on the gold flecks in those emerald green irises. “Angel, get my tie and bind her wrists.”

Excitement sparks in his eyes as he darts past us to grab my black silk tie.

“What are you going to do?” she asks warily.

I lean closer and brush my lips against hers in a whisper of a touch. “Whatever the fuck I want.”

Her moan is low and guttural as I swing her towards the desk and bend her over it, pushing her down until her ass is in the air.

“Hands,” I bark as I hold her neck firmly against the leather surface of my desk. She responds immediately, resting them on the small of her back. Her pulse is racing beneath my fingertips,and I can’t resist the urge to roll my hips against her ass. The whimper that escapes her lips has me doing it again, just so I can burn that sound into my memory.

“Jesus Christ,” Angel moans as he takes a minute to look at what I’ve done to Echo. He lookswrecked. His eyes dart over every inch of her, his fingers clenching and unclenching around the length of the black tie as if he doesn’t know what to do with his hands.

“Come here,” I order softly, beckoning him over. “Tie her wrists.”

He does as I say, treating her like she’s made of glass. He takes care to bind her wrists tightly enough that she can't move, but in a knot that is easy to undo if she asks us to stop.

When he’s done, he stands back to inspect his work.

“Good boy,” I say and he straightens his spine a little more under the praise. I turn my attention to Echo—who’s wriggling like a fish out of water, but it lacks any real intent—and love how flushed her face is and how wide her eyes are. She looks magnificent. “Comfy?”

“As I can be,” she says breathlessly.

“Be a good pet and stay,” I order, and her shoulders tense. I wait for her to be still and slowly release my grip from the back of her neck. I trace my hand down the length of her spine, over the tactical vest and over the round globe of her ass. Her skin is so soft beneath my fingers. Smooth like silk.

I flip the leather skirt up and expose her to my view.

Angel gasps beside me, making me wonder how much he wants to be involved. He’s never shown interest in a woman before. Then again, we’ve never met anyone like Echo before.

“Remove the knife from her thigh,” I tell him, hoping that by giving him orders I can keep him grounded and stop him spiralling. The fact that he’s still hard and his face is flushed fillsme with confidence that he is totally in this moment with Echo and me.

His fingers move methodically, unclipping the sheath and pulling that sleek little blade from her leg. He places it on the desk and then goes back to staring at her.

I trace a finger along the thin black band of her thong. How anyone calls this strip of fabric ‘underwear’ is beyond me. It barely covers anything. “Hmm, I think these need to go. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” Echo moans, rolling her hips against the desk.

I bring my hand down on her ass with a sharp crack. She yelps, but it’s followed by a long groan. “I wasn’t talking to you, pet. Not another word, or I’ll have to give you more.”

Which I wouldn’t mind in the least. My handprint looks good on her ass. It’s such a nice shade of pink on that pale skin of hers that I want to spend some time with her, her ass and my spanking bench.

I turn to Angel and grip his chin between my thumb and forefinger. “Take her underwear off, love.”

He swallows, licking his lips in anticipation. Angel drops to his knees like he’s about to worship at her altar, and a stab of jealousy slices through my chest. I restrain it, knowing I’ll have my turn soon enough.

Angel slips his fingers into the band of her thong and slides them down her legs achingly slowly. Echo is practically squirming, her fingers flexing, her hips twitching as Angel sits there andlooks.

I hunch down on my knees, dropping to the same height as Angel and getting a look at the most perfect view. Her pussy is pink and glistening, and fuck, I want to drag my tongue along it.

“Angel, do you want to touch?”

Chapter Thirty-Three

Echo

“Do you want to touch?”

Did Max really just say that?

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