Chapter 6

Six

NIKI

She looks beautiful hung from the ceiling. Hung out like a piece of art for me to stare at and devour with my eyes. I want to lick every inch of her, taste her sweat, her fear, her desire.

I can see it in her eyes. Her adrenaline pumping through her veins as she watches the three of us, curious as to what we’ll do next. I want to chase her, catch her and pin her to the ground before fucking her tight cunt. And I know it’ll be tight. She isn’t the type of woman to let anyone just use her. No. She’s discerning, picky. Knows what she wants, and I can see she wants us. She might not have admitted it to herself quite yet, but I can see the way her pupils dilate. The way her nostrils flare and how her jaw clenches.

It’s times like these that I miss my words the most. But I love that she can sign. That she has a way to understand me. It makes me feel seen in a way that I’ve only ever felt with Max and Angel.

“ Can you run?” I ask her and I feel the curious look Maxim throws my way burning against my face. I still can’t believe he let me kiss him like that. It was so fucking hot. I want to feel his mouth around my cock, to know what his face looks like as I fuck his throat raw. My hands itch to put him in his place. I want to punish him for all the times he’s pulled rank and taken what he wanted at the expense of everyone else. I know he’s the boss, but sometimes he takes things too far.

“If I need to,” she says, answering my earlier question. “Can you?”

I nod, stepping closer to her. I lean forward, brushing my nose along the curve of her cheek.

“I’ll make you a deal,” she says, her voice a little breathless.

I pull back and look her dead in the eye. “ I’m listening. ”

“Let me go and if I can make it off the property, I go free.”

“ And if we catch you? ”

“Max, you can’t let this happen!” Angel whines and I roll my eyes. The only thing he’s missing is a little stamp of his foot.

“ Angel, you really need to loosen up. Stop being a whiny little princess.” I look back to my little rabbit. “ If we catch you… what do we get?”

She smiles and it’s fucking beautiful. “Carte Blanche.”

Be still my fucking heart.

“Absolutely not!” Angel screeches and I wince. Wow, the guy looks like he’s about to throw a hissy fit.

“ Why are you being such a drama queen?” I ask. “ It’s her idea. ” Although I was literally about to suggest the same thing. I can’t believe she said it. She must have a fucking death wish.

Or be perfect for us.

None of us have ever had a real relationship with a woman. I like things so extreme I have to go somewhere special to get my satisfaction. And Maxim and Angel are so wrapped up in themselves they don’t seem to look outside their little bubble.

Well, until my little rabbit broke Max’s nose. Seemed like all he needed was a woman willing to commit violence to grab his attention. Echo Quinn certainly did that.

“Max?” Angel asks, a quiver of worry causing his voice to tremble. “This isn’t right.”

“Hey Angel. Look at me.” Echo says, but the doc doesn’t turn. “Andrew George Lexington the Third you will look at me right the fuck now.”

A snort flies out my nose. The fuck? How poncy is that name? If I could laugh, I’d be full on belly howling right now.

The scowl on Angel’s face is a little scary when he turns to face the girl in chains. “Don’t call me that.”

“Aww,” she pouts. “Still trying to leave all that shit behind?”

“Fuck you,” Angel seethes and I cast a glance at Maxim to see what he makes of all this, but he just looks intrigued. I wonder what Angel is running from. Family most likely if he can’t stand the sound of his own name. Echo certainly seems to know the guy and I feel like I’m missing something here.

“Angel has fucked her brothers,” Maxim clarifies for me.

“ The twins? Your Angel has fucked those two psychopaths? ”

Maxim says nothing but just nods. Oomph, a little jealousy there I’m guessing. But jeez. Conor and Cillian Quinn were fucking crazy. Like, absolute crazy fucking psychos. They make me look like a teddy bear and I like to sever limbs and torturing people gets me off. Those guys… I shudder.

On second thoughts, might explain why my little rabbit is so… wild.

“My brothers aren’t psychopaths,” Echo states. “They’re high functioning sociopaths.”

“ Sorry for not understanding the difference,” I reply with an eye roll. Oh, sarcasm. How much I miss you. It’s so hard to make my hands sound sarcastic.

Her green eyes hold mine with a ferocity I wouldn’t expect in someone hanging from a meat hook. “Do we have a deal?”

I look at Maxim. He’s the decision maker, and I’m sure Angel will get on board eventually. He’s just cautious and thinking of the risks. Rory Quinn is ruthless, and I know that us kidnapping his only daughter that he’s deliberately kept out of the family business, is not going to sit well with him. But that’s a problem we can deal with later. Right now, I’ve got a little rabbit to chase.

“Yes, but we need to establish rules,” Maxim says before turning to Angel. “Will that make you happier about this?”

“I suppose,” Angel grumbles and folds his arms across his chest. Angel may look like a little drama queen right now, but I know the guy could kill me with his bare hands. Which was kind of hot. All that power in someone so… temperamental. It could certainly make this chase interesting.

Maxim walks to stand in front of Echo and I get a glimpse of his ass in his tailored slacks. Fuck, how had I never noticed how sexy his ass is?

“Rule number one: no murder.”

“Pfft, spoilsport,” Echo mumbles.

“Rule number two: if Echo crosses the boundary, she goes free, and we give up the chase.” Maxim fixes his eyes on me for that one.

“ Fine.” I can obey the rules when I need to. I might not like it, but I know where I am in the hierarchy here and I respect it when Maxim is being the boss.

“Rule number three: no serious maiming.” Maxim turns back to Echo. “You have anything to add?”

Echo tips her head to one side, thinking for a moment. “No safe words. I get a five minute head start. Oh, and no breaking my bones.” Her eyes narrow and she fixes us all with a hard stare. “And no ruining my fucking hair.”

“ It’s okay, little rabbit. I’ll wrap it around my fist while I’m fucking your ass.”

She gives a sharp inhale, and the tip of her tongue flicks out to wet her lips.

“Any other demands?” Angel asks, taking a step closer to Echo. “Now’s the time, because in a moment, I’m going to take you out of the chains, check you over, and start counting.”

“Give me a knife,” she says. Smart girl.

I reach under my shirt and pull a knife from its sheath at my back. “ You can have one of mine, little rabbit. ”

“Only one?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.

“ Yes, I’m going to need the other one to carve my name over your heart.”

She huffs a laugh like she doesn’t quite believe I’ll do it. But I will. I’ll do it while my cock is buried deep in her cunt and she’s screaming my name.

“Okay,” she says with a nod. “I’m ready.”