White Rabbit

by Webster, K.

  Her eyes are on me as I walk over to my dresser. I pull out a black hoodie from one drawer and then a pair of black track pants in another before tossing them on my made bed.

  She walks over to the bed and bends slightly, baring her curved ass to me. My dick takes fucking note against my will. I’ve conditioned myself to hate her for so long, my body is going into shock as it wars with my mind.

  “Land…” she trails off and turns to look at me, an accusatory glint in her dark blue eyes. “Why are you such an asshole?”

  I stare at her and then bark out a harsh laugh. “Are you dumb or do you like poking a hungry lion?”

  Her long finger points at me and then she boldly presses it to my chest. “Poking is fun.”

  My dick agrees.

  I grip her wrist and drag it down my chest and along my abs over my shirt, bringing her curious hand to where she’s free to play. She lets out a gasp but then makes me groan when she freely touches me.

  “Hope,” I growl out, my body thrumming with the need to push her down onto the bed and…take.

  “Let me see your face.”

  I shake my head. “Get dressed.”

  “Land,” she murmurs, her white lashes fluttering against her ghastly cheeks as she rubs my hard-as-stone dick with her small hand. “I want to see you. If I’m going to be a co-conspirator tonight, let me have that.”

  Her voice is velvet. White chocolate. Sweet and rich. I want to lick her words right out of her mouth.

  This.

  This is why she’s never been allowed to step through these walls.

  With my hand still gripping her wrist, I use my other to pull off my mask. She catches her bottom lip with her two big teeth, making her seem every bit the rabbit she is. It makes me wonder if those teeth would drag along the sensitive flesh of my dick as she sucked on my cock like it was a juicy carrot. Would she draw blood with her teeth? Would my blood stain her perfect white skin?

  “You seem disappointed.” Because she’s different and you know it.

  “Not disappointed. Just taking it all in.”

  “Me.”

  “You.” She licks her lips.

  I cock my head to the side and tilt my head back some, giving her more angles to drink in since she looks so fucking thirsty. Her hand continues to tease my dick, but her other lifts to delicately brush along my Adam’s apple. She’s so soft, just as I knew. Everywhere I’ve touched her tonight feels like silk. Hope is an angel in a devil’s lair. She doesn’t belong here. I tried to keep her away. Every day for years, I tried.

  “You should have just put my clothes on,” I growl, anger seeping into my tone. “You had to go and ruin everything.” Ruin you, White Rabbit.

  Her nostrils flare. “Ruin what? The hateful shit you constantly spewed my way? The way you treated me like a leper…so they would too.” Her pale eyelids turn pink as tears pool on them, wetting her lashes and darkening them. “You ruined everything the moment you called me White Rabbit. So excuse me if I don’t understand how my being here could have possibly ruined anything for—”

  I crush my lips to hers, no longer able to watch the plump pink pillows puckering and pouting without knowing what they feel like against my own. Her surprise is evident in the way she gasps, unknowingly inviting me in with that simple movement. I groan into her mouth as my tongue knocks down the fucking door and dances with hers. At first she’s hesitant, and then she lashes hers against mine. Angrily. Punishing. Domineering.

  With a smile tugging at my lips, I take back control with a hard grip to her ass. It’s firm but a handful in my grip. I pull her cheek up, spreading her apart before releasing her and slapping the spandex covered flesh. She squeaks against my lips and then shrieks when I give her a firm shove onto the bed. On my black comforter, she’s a vision in white. A treat I never allowed myself to have. Something good and perfect and whole. The one thing that kept me human—the one promise I made to myself.

  Don’t destroy Hope.

  But I didn’t realize, she was so…

  Fierce.

  Her navy eyes darken as she licks her lips. “Why were you so cruel to me, Land? Answer me.”

  I yank off my shirt, my dick thumping when her eyes flash in appreciation. I’ve been with plenty of girls. Mindless fucking twats. Not since I laid eyes on Hope Eastland has another girl even remotely captured my interest. She’s a beautiful white moth fluttering all around and I’m the inferno from hell.

  I. Will. Burn. Her.

  And I didn’t fucking want to.

  She was the one thing I wanted—the one thing I could have if only I stayed the fuck away from her. Because if I stayed away, she remained just as she was. Untouchable. Preserved. Beautiful. Timeless.

  Not now.

  Now she flutters into my flame. I can practically see her burning around the edges. Being consumed by the darkness that lives inside me. Darkness I try to keep at bay, but now it runs rampant, desperate for a dip in her light.

  “What have you done?” I accuse as I prowl onto the bed, aching to touch her velvet sweetness once more.

  “Me?”

  “You did this. You, Hope.”

  Her mouth that is red and splotchy now from my abusing kiss quirks into a grin that makes my dick strain in my pants. “I didn’t do anything.”

  “You were you,” I growl. “Had to keep poking. Why couldn’t you stay the fuck away like I wanted you to?”

  My lips meet hers in a bruising kiss. The naughty angel spreads her legs, inviting the devil to play. We both make strangled sounds of pleasure when my dick rubs against her center. Even still clothed, this is the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

  I knew it would be.

  I knew.

  I fucking knew.

  Her fingers greedily dive into my hair, tugging me closer as she devours my mouth with her greedy tongue. She’s not like Deanna or the other bimbos. Hope tastes like candy corn and the step from good into evil. Hope’s a journey—one I won’t come back from. A turning point in my life. She fucking terrifies me.

  My hips buck against her, eager to feel every soft crevice of her body. Hope won’t survive. Not with my nose having caught her scent. I’ll stalk, pounce, and devour my sweet prey. She’ll be forever ruined because of me. All that’ll be left is me standing on the other side of the invisible line, aching for something I tasted for a moment, only to take it away from myself for good.

  “FUCKING OW!” I snarl, pulling back to glare at her.

  Blood drips from my bottom lip and splat, splat, splatters on her milky skin before I tongue up the metallic tang. Her dark blue eyes harden.

  “Why would you treat me like shit when we could have had this?” she demands, her cheeks turning pink with her anger. “Look how we fit together.” Her heels dig into my ass, pulling me flush against her. “It feels good, Land. You made me hate you for years. Why?”

  I grab the top of her leotard over her shoulder and roughly pull it down to reveal her full tit. The nipple is indeed the color of her lips when I haven’t been ravishing them. Pale pink. Sweet as fuck.

  I’m going to eat her alive.

  Consume every part of her.

  Own and take and destroy.

  “Land,” she snaps. “Tell me.” Her eyes grow soft. “Please. Make me understand. Make this okay. Make me—”

  “I’ll hurt you.”

  Her eyes flare at my words. “You did hurt me.”

  “No,” I snarl, shaking my head like a bull ready to charge. “I’ll hurt you indefinitely. That’s what I do, Hope. You fucking know it. It’s a surprise you haven’t tattled to your daddy. You know what my family is. What I was born from.”

  Anger surges up inside me just thinking of all the shitty things Deanna said.

  “So you pushed me away and made everyone hate me?” Her plump bottom lip pokes out. I hate myself for that small movement. I’m a goddamn prick.

  “I was keeping you safe.”

  She blinks her snowy lash
es at me. I rub my thumb along the blood droplets, smearing them across her ivory skin. Beautiful. So fucking perfect.

  “You can keep me safe. Right here.” Her palms slide up my biceps, up over my shoulders, and then she cups my cheeks. “Everyone fears you. Wouldn’t I be safest with you?”

  I glower at her. “You’re not listening—”

  “I heard you perfectly fine,” she bites back. “You’re afraid you will hurt me. And I’m looking right in your eyes, Land, and I don’t see it. Whatever you think lurks there, it’s not interested in harming me.” A smile tilts her lips up. “It looks interested in keeping me.”

  Possession claws its way around my heart, squeezing until it can’t beat anymore.

  “No one could have you because you were mine.”

  No boyfriend. No girlfriends for that matter. I made sure of it. And when our history teacher let his eyes linger a little too long on her ass in the ninth grade, I cut them from his face before I buried him in the woods.

  An eye for an eye my dad had chuckled as he helped toss dirt on the man’s body.

  “You have me,” she says. “Are you going to keep me?”

  3

  White Rabbit

  Trapped.

  Caught in his stare, pinned beneath his strong body, owned in this moment.

  Maybe forever.

  My traitorous heart skips several beats. The endless information I dug up. The countless hours I spent researching. None of it matters right now. Right now, I’m his.

  I think back to all the years I secretly craved this. Secretly thirsted for the danger he seemed to drip with. I wanted to shove away all the dumb, mindless girls so I could drop to my knees and lick at his sinister beauty, tasting his evil and getting my fill.

  Now that I’ve had a taste, I crave more. I’m addicted. You can’t obsess over a boy—and now very much a man based on the monster pressed against my pussy—for years and not somehow fall for him along the way.

  Horrible.

  Cruel.

  Evil little shit.

  But beautiful. So damn beautiful. Sometimes there are punishments in life that make no sense. Wanting him is a punishment. I shouldn’t. I know what he is. He’s a murdering monster with an even more horrible family, and I want him anyway.

  What does that make me?

  Crazy.

  Certifiable.

  Lost.

  “I’m scared,” I admit, my voice a whisper.

  He flinches at my words. The most wicked boy in the world is stung by my confession. As the poison floods through him, all I want is to press my lips to him and suck it from his bloodstream. Take it all back. Make him understand.

  “Not of you,” I amend. “Of me.”

  “Why?” His voice is gruff but relieved.

  “Because this means…it means I’m…” Crazy. I don’t have to say the word. He knows crazy. It pumps through his veins and lives inside his heart. It birthed him and raised him. It loves him unconditionally.

  “Lucky for you,” he murmurs, “I understand.” His eyebrow hikes up as he pins me with a smoldering look. “I’m not scared, White Rabbit.”

  “I…my dad…” He’ll kill me if he somehow finds out I got myself wrapped up in the most psychopathic family alive.

  He sits back on his haunches and runs his fingers down my leotard, wildness like I’ve never seen gleaming in his brown eyes. He rakes his stare over my flesh, marking me with a possessive glint that’ll stain itself to my soul.

  “Take that off and let me see you.” His voice is commanding and feral. It makes me crave to obey him.

  With our eyes locked and my lip pinned by my teeth, I peel away the tight fabric, revealing to him the hidden parts of me. The way he thrums with energy—for me—has me sparking to life. He’s a bomb and I’m holding a match.

  Ka-boom.

  I see explosions in our future.

  In my white world, I always craved a little color.

  “Too slow,” he growls, tugging the leotard down over my hips. He grabs the leggings along the way, peeling them and my panties off all at once.

  Within seconds, I’m naked.

  Every part of me inside and out is bared to him.

  He grips my thighs, parting me wide open. I can feel the soft petals of my pussy opening for him. The cool air kisses the sensitive flesh only a moment before his lips do. I cry out in surprise the moment his hot mouth finds my center. His wet, greedy tongue slides up my slit and circles my clit with such ease that I wonder if he’s done this to me in another lifetime.

  I never believed in reincarnation, but I know this feeling. I know him. Deep inside my soul. It feels right.

  He’s evil which means I must be evil too.

  The eager, hungry slurping of his mouth has me writhing. I want his tongue and his fingers and his dick. I want every part of him consuming every part of me.

  I’m lost.

  Lost in him.

  It’s not sane or normal and I don’t care.

  Ka-boom.

  He blows me up with a flick of his tongue. Sends me into another world, but I’m not alone. His mouth takes me on the journey and then he drags me right back to the here and now with his voice.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Hope, because you’re mine. You always were.”

  “Yes,” I beg.

  “I won’t hurt you,” he vows. “I won’t.”

  Of course he won’t. I feel it in my blood. I feel it in the air and the energy whirling around us. His promise is tangible and binding.

  And then he’s naked.

  Naked and so fucking beautiful.

  A god carved to perfection.

  Mine.

  I dig my claws into his biceps and bring him to me. His hot cock rubs against my pussy, and then the thick head is pushing against my tightness, begging for entry. It’s his to claim. No one else has claimed it and now I’m glad for it. Pain burns through me, but it wraps around my every thought and sears this moment into my memory. I’ll never forget each second as he inches his throbbing dick into my wet, desperate body. I cling to him and beg.

  More.

  More.

  Please.

  And with a hard buck of his hips, we’re completely bound. Our lips and tongues and moans are one as he pins me to the bed one owning thrust at a time.

  Reality is out of reach.

  This subspace we’re in feels real and ours and impenetrable.

  Ours.

  His fingers bring me impossibly more pleasure and the moment I cry out his name, heat floods inside me. Claiming. Feral. Animalistic. I squeeze around him, wanting every potent drop. I want what it signifies. A future. More.

  The moment his dick stops throbbing, he doesn’t curse or regret his actions, he falls against me, trapping me against the bed. His nose nuzzles my hair and his lips find my ear.

  “I caught you, White Rabbit.”

  “About time.”

  * * *

  An Hour Later...

  Crack.

  Giggle.

  Thump.

  “And I heard his dad’s fucking crazy,” Deanna says, her vile laugh echoing off the trees. “Broke his mom out of the insane asylum.”

  “Yeah,” Blane responds, boredom in his tone. “You said. Three times.”

  She giggles again. “Aww, is someone jealous?”

  “You stopped sucking my dick to talk about my best friend’s parents. Not jealous. Weirded out, D.”

  Her laughter is silenced by the sloppy sounds of her sucking dick. I emerge from the shadows to find her on her knees in front of the fire between Blane’s spread thighs. His eyes cut to mine and then he looks past me.

  For him.

  Land.

  Not here. Not yet.

  I give him a shake of my head. For someone getting their dick sucked, he seems as though he’d rather be anywhere than with her. I don’t blame him.

  “Boo.”

  Deanna jerks her head up, making a popping sound, and darts her attention
my way. She goes from startled to sneering. “Oh look. It’s Casper. How original.”

  Clutching my backpack, I walk slowly toward the fire, ignoring her barb. This bitch can’t touch me anymore. No one can. I sit on a bale of hay and set the bag between my legs. I’m warm in Land’s black track pants. His scent invades my nostrils, making me shiver with the reminder of what it felt like to have him inside me just an hour ago.

  And how it felt to lie naked in his strong arms as he stroked his fingers through my hair.

  “Hello, earth to creep. What the fuck are you doing out here?” Deanna demands, drawing me back out of my head.

  I unzip the bag and pull out my notebook. It’s filled with every lead and clue I discovered about the Sharpe family. Cold, hard incriminating evidence. I rip a page out and crumple it before tossing it into the fire. I make it through three more pages before Deanna has had enough of being ignored. She jumps to her feet, swaying and then storms my way.

  “Leave, ugly cunt,” she snaps, her hands on her hips.

  I tilt my head up and frown. “Why?”

  “What do you mean why?” Her voice is shrill. “Because no one likes you. You’re gross.”

  I scoff. “Says the girl who was just gagging on probably her third cock for the night.”

  “Bitch!”

  I ignore her and toss the whole notebook into the fire before standing. “I want to know, Deanna, why are you here?”

  “I belong here!”

  I arch a brow at her. “Because…”

  “Because I’m me!”

  “A sloppy, skanky bitch? Why is it you belong here? I’m confused.”

  She starts to swing at me, but I’m alert and my blood is buzzing with energy. I dodge her claws and shove her chest. The girl stumbles and falls ass first into the fire. Her scream echoes loudly, but it was a long walk out here. No one’s going to hear her.

  “My hair! Oh my God!” She scrambles out of the fire, sobbing. “You monster!”

  I laugh. “Oops.”

  Blane’s eyes light up and his grin widens. “Unfortunate accident.”