Red Rabbit: You Shatter So Beautifully (Red Rabbit Series Book 1)

by Devyn Rivers

For the bad girl who wants to be called “good girl” There are no heroes here— And the villains take what they want.

includes sexually explicit scenes, morally gray themes and the following triggers: Violence, sex trafficking, non-con/rape (described), sexual assault (described), knife play, blood, psychological manipulation, Stockholm Syndrome, death, suicidal thoughts, depression, panic attacks, trauma, kidnapping, plane crash, murder, physical abuse, slavery, torture (described), BDSM, mutilation, gun violence, military POW trauma, voyeurism. This is a very dark and sometimes disturbing piece of fiction.

This is a story about going through the deepest, darkest shadows of human immorality and coming out the other side. It has a happy ending—the characters just have to go through hell to get there.

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, Multiple POV, Forced Proximity, Why Choose/reverse harem, Touch her and die, who did this to you?, Strong MFC, MFM, Antihero/Villain, Military, Kidnapped

I hated when he talked down to me like I was a child and not a thirty something adult with a career as a highly accredited military tech developer who could run my life just fine without his condescension. Thank you very much.

A US Marshal? My eyes went to the other man and a chill rushed through me. He was in handcuffs. That couldn’t be good. My eyes traveled up his body, lingering on his chest—which was filling out a black t-shirt under a flannel very nicely—until I reached his eyes which were fixed on me. I could feel a blush creep across my cheeks at being caught staring. His eyes were bright blue, nearly the color of the glaciers I saw hiking the other day. There was something wild and almost feral about him.

The front window was shattered and water was quickly filling the cabin. “No, no, no!” I screamed. I tried to scramble out of my seat and was slammed backwards by the seat belt. My hands fumbled with the clip and I looked over at the pilot. A piece of the propeller impaled him through the neck. I followed it backwards and saw it just missed the man in handcuffs. I wasn’t sure if he was alive or not. I looked over at the Marshal and found vacant eyes staring at me. He was dead too. The water was around my thighs now.

Hypothermia. The thought cut through my shock and got me moving again. I looked around and saw we crashed in a small mountain lake. There were tall peaks surrounding me with heavy forest but thankfully not a lot of snow. I didn’t think I could deal with snow right now. I grabbed the man’s shirt collar and towed him up further onto the bank. I dropped him near a fallen log and shrugged out of my soaked parka. Looking back at the lake, I knew what I needed to do—I just didn’t want to do it. I needed to get that crate. I didn’t have a way to make a fire, no supplies, no food…I needed to go back down to the plane.

I survived a plane crash. I was marooned in the middle of nowhere. And the goddamn cherry on top was the handcuffed man passed out across the fire from me. What if he was dangerous? I could have just signed away my own life by saving his.

Her long dark hair was curling haphazardly around her face from the fire’s heat and it kept falling into her eyes while she attempted to stitch up a jagged cut on her arm. I tried to ignore the fact she was only in her bra—a lacy white one that was still damp, giving me a view I was having trouble looking away from.

She stared at me with eyes I realized were a beautiful shade of green and for a moment I forgot what I was agreeing to. Oh yeah, to not kill her. Jokes on her, I would never do that. I am a murderer but it’s not like that.

carry all the way in one go. Despite asking for privacy, Graham watched me the entire time. When I came back dragging the crate, I looked up and my breath faltered when I saw at some point he removed his shirt. It should be criminal for someone to look like that—a body built for purpose and strength—not aesthetics, although that was an added bonus.

“I’m just wondering if we’ll make it out of this,” I said quietly, feeling a lump in my throat as the emotions of the day came towards the surface. I hurriedly dashed a tear off my cheek but even with his back turned, I felt like he knew. “One day at a time, sweetheart,” he finally said. That was far from reassuring but I already knew better than to look for any sort of hope from him. This man was hardened and brutal—cut from steel and birthed from shadows.

It was also really hot to watch her retrieve everything from the plane. Maybe I was an asshole for not helping her but I wasn’t a gentleman before the crash and I didn’t see any point in being one now. Especially since that white bra and panty set left hardly anything to the imagination and I found my mind wandering down some exceptionally dirty rabbit holes. Most of which involved that feisty mouth of hers being too occupied to talk.

that landed me in handcuffs hopefully blew over and she’d go back to her corporate life with her shitty fiance. Just the tone of the man set my teeth on edge. Telling a woman she was asking for it because of what she was wearing? A woman should be able to wear whatever she goddamn pleases.

“No, you like authority and dominance. And you can be controlling without being an asshole.”

“What are you doing?” She asked. “Going to sleep,” I said slowly. I got under the blanket and she looked over at me like I was a feral animal. She wasn’t far off. “If you haven’t noticed I’m not the kind of gentleman who gives up the tent for a lady.” “Just—don’t touch me,” she grumbled.

“I thought you didn’t think I was a rapist,” I said dryly. “Maybe you’re thinking about branching out into other crimes,” she retorted. “Don’t worry sweetheart,” I said as I turned my back to her. “When I touch you, it’ll only be after you beg me to.”

“You’re in corporate of some kind—” “Already established that,” I interrupted and he threw me an annoyed look. “—probably sales or a lawyer or something from the way you like to talk. You’re engaged to an asshat of a man—who is a bully and mediocre in bed at best. You like nice things but aren’t materialistic and you live in some big city like LA or New York. You’re a swimmer, probably have been all your life, and unless God decided you’re his favorite, you workout and possibly do yoga. You’re used to getting your way but you like to think it’s not all because of your good looks.” I stay silent. He was eerily accurate.

“Which part wasn’t right?” “That Tyler is bad in bed,” Even as I said it, I knew it was a lie. “We’re back to that again? You must not have ever had mind blowing sex.” “Yes, I have,” I shot back, offended. “Tyler is a wonderful lover.” “See—again, ‘wonderful lover’ just doesn’t do it for me. It doesn’t scream sex god.” “Oh and you’re such an expert?” “Women often use my name interchangeably with god, so yes,” he said dryly.

“I’m not in sales or a lawyer,” I answered. “Ah, so the talking is a character flaw, got it.” “You are just such a gem, you know that?”

“You’re some type of ex-military, probably army or marine but definitely special ops—you know your way around a gun but you’re too—” I waved my hand at him and tilted my head. “—criminal-ly to be a cop or something. You enjoy nature because it doesn’t talk back and ask you silly questions. It just is and you like the simple but brutal way of life out here. It’s survival. It makes sense. You had trouble with the law—yes, obvious I know—but you have that look in your eyes of someone who’s gone through some dark aspect of human depravity—either prison or maybe something else—so I bet it’s not your first time in handcuffs. I don’t think you’re a rapist because I highly doubt, and according to you, you don’t have any trouble getting women to sleep with you,” I cock my head at him.

I settled by the fire and lounged back against a log, staring at the back of her head. A vision flashed through my mind of my hands in her hair, my cock driving into her from behind and I shifted uncomfortably, thankful she was facing the river.

“Someone has actually called you that before? I thought they only referred to you as a sex god.” I tried to hide a smile at that one. “I’ve been called a lot of names. Sex god is just my favorite.” “I’m sure asshole is a popular one.” “Yes, it is.” I said dryly. “So what constitutes a sex god?” “See, you say things like this and I just have a hard time believing What’s-His-Face knows what he’s doing.” “Most guys don’t know what they’re doing. The bar is in hell.” “So you admit Mr. Don’t-Wear-That-Dress doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

I should have just stopped but something made me smirk and I let my gaze roll over her lazily. “Let’s just say if I’d been on the other end of that phone call, I would have been telling you all the things I planned on doing to you when you got home.” She swallowed visibly and then turned around quickly in a huff but not before I saw a blush tint her cheeks. I decided I liked making her do that.

What was I doing? It’s because I never felt this smoldering fire with Tyler let alone anyone else before him. If I wasn’t convinced I didn’t want the mediocre life with Tyler before the crash, Graham was slowly showing me that I definitely was settling for something lukewarm at best.

“Hey bear!” Graham’s voice was loud in my ear as he shouted. The sounds stopped but when they resumed a moment later, they didn’t sound any further away. “What if it comes in here?” I squeaked. “Then I’ll feed you to him, darlin’.” “Not funny,” I grumbled. “I wasn’t joking.” “They don’t eat people,” I said but I didn’t sound confident. “Maybe this one does.” “Stop it.”

“I want to wash off in the river.” My mouth went dry at the thought and I stopped what I was doing. I smirked as I purposefully looked her up and down slowly as I pictured her naked in the river. When I met her gaze again, I saw the blush I was hoping to pull from her and the visible swallow. “Don’t do that,” she said a little breathlessly. I shrugged and turned back to the smoker. “I’ll be here for a bit longer.” But shit, now I wouldn’t be able to think of anything else but what she would look like as the water dripped down her body with the sun shining down on her like a damn water nymph and those sultry green eyes—fuck.

I continued on to camp and as I came out of the trees, I stopped again. If I was an artist I would have stopped everything to paint the scene I saw in front of me. It was even better than I imagined. Kaelin stood up in the river as water streamed down her naked body. Her back was turned towards me but I followed the curve of her shoulders down her back to the most perfect ass I’d ever seen before it was cut off by the water as it lapped near her hips. As she started to turn I was about to look away when her eyes met mine. I saw a surprised look quickly cross her face and then it was replaced by something else. Something darker. The heat I saw there seared straight through my soul. I was fucked. Absolutely fucked.

“I’m going to come out now,” she said slowly. I knew I should turn around but I didn’t. “Don’t worry, you’re not my type.” I don’t know what made me say it but I needed her to not look at me with all that lust in her eyes. It worked, she frowned and held her arms around her breasts and one between her legs as she walked out of the shallows. I couldn’t help it, my eyes traveled down her body. When I came back up to her eyes, the shadows were suddenly gone and she smirked. She grabbed the blanket from me and for one glorious moment she let her hands drop and was completely naked in front of me. I saw a flash of hard nipples and a pretty pussy before she wrapped the blanket around herself and hid the view.

“I know you’re lying,” she said quietly and her gaze dropped to the obvious bulge in my pants. Damn. “You’re playing a dangerous game, princess,” I said, my voice strained. “I thought you were a dangerous man.” What. The. Fuck.

Fuck. Even her confidence was sexy. A completely unwarranted flash of jealousy rushed through me—her fiance didn’t have any idea how to handle a woman like that. She was a wildfire someone tried to contain in a fireplace—it just didn’t work. I wanted to show her what it felt like when that flame was worshiped the right way and what it could feel like if someone wholly unleashed her.

I sighed as I ran a hand over my face and rubbed at the scruff on my jaw. I might as well come to terms with the fact that we weren’t going to get out of this without fucking and I suddenly had the absolute feral desire to show her how much better things could be with someone other than her selfish fiance. I forced my mind away to focus on the smoker.

“I saw your drawing.” She flashed me a quick look out of the corner of her eye. “It’s really good. Do you ever sell your art?” “Did I just hear you ask me a personal question?” Her lips slowly pulled into a smile. I frowned and turned back to the fire. She huffed a laugh. “No, purely a hobby. And one I haven’t had time for in years. In fact, that’s the first time I’ve drawn something in a long time.” “Well, it looks like you should do it more often.” She shrugged and her smile was gone. “T—Life gets in the way.” She obviously didn’t mean for the first part to slip out. “I swear to god if you were about to say that bullying asshole doesn’t like when you create art I’m going to lose my mind.”

It only seemed to get worse. Of course the guy was a lawyer. How a woman like this could suffer through such an insecure boy like that was beyond me. I couldn’t even call him a man. I pulled the fish off the fire and handed her a stick of fish. We ate in silence but she looked withdrawn and dejected like she was working through something deep and depressing. If I had a fiance and looked like that when I thought of her, I wouldn’t be getting married. But I stayed silent. It wasn’t my place and again—I didn’t care. At least that’s what I told myself. But then why did I feel so shitty when she looked like that?

My mind was so occupied with those thoughts I didn’t pay attention to where I was going and tripped over a tree root. I caught myself before I face planted and kept walking. “Careful, you twist an ankle I’m leaving you,” Graham said with a glance over his shoulder. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Oh yes I would, sweetheart. I don’t keep dead weight around.”

“A plane crash didn’t kill me, a bear didn’t either—instead, the headline will be a woman gets taken out by a twisted ankle. Great,” I muttered to myself but I watched where I put my feet. I wouldn’t put it past Graham to leave me behind. A few drops of rain hit my face and groaned.

“How are you so warm?” My teeth chattered so loudly I’m sure he could hear it over the wind. He didn’t say anything. “Okay, I know you meant it in a sexual way when you said I’d beg you to touch me but does it count if I think I’m going to freeze and you feel like a heater?”

He still didn’t move or speak and in the dim light of the tent I saw him staring up at the ceiling with a frown. “Okay fine. I’ll just turn into a popsicle and you can feed me to the bears. I’m sure that would make you happy.” “Come here,” he muttered finally with an exasperated sigh. “Just shut up.” He lifted his arm and I tentatively burrowed into his side. He hissed when my cold hands touched him. “See? Already halfway to a bear popsicle,” I grumbled.

“If you keep fidgeting I’m shoving you back over there,” he said. His words rumbling through his chest under my ear. “And fuck, your feet are like ice cubes, don’t touch me with those things.”

In the night, I woke up to a crash of thunder. I was still warm and dry, curled up against Graham’s side. Only now his hand was over mine on his chest, his other hand was now down on my hip and one of my legs was thrown over his. His breathing was even and it sounded like he was asleep but I could never be sure with him. Either way, in our sleep, we’d glued ourselves closer together. I knew I needed to move away but his hand on my hip was killing me. His fingers were just under the band of my panties and pressed into a spot on my hip bone that was making my breath hitch. It was one of my most sensitive spots and he managed to find it accidentally in the dark while asleep. I tried to go back to sleep but desire made me ache with need and I either needed him to move his hand away from there or—I don’t know—but leaving it there was not an option. Did I want this to go further? Was it cheating if I was already going to break up with Tyler before we crashed? My mind tripped over itself in confusion.

“You need to move your hand,” I said, my voice weak. He moved the hand that was over mine on his chest. “No, the other one.” But instead of moving it, his fingers traced the tiniest circle imaginable. In fact, I may have imagined it but I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip, trying to concentrate on something else. He did it again and this time I know I didn’t imagine it. My breath hitched and I involuntarily jerked my hips against his leg. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” I said, echoing his earlier words. “Danger is relative now, don’t you think?” “Then don’t—oh,” I couldn’t help the full body shiver his fingertip sent through me as he barely traced my skin under the band of my panties.

I couldn’t control it as my fingers curled into his chest and my lips dragged across his skin. I saw goosebumps raise where I touched him.

I squirmed against him with each movement of his finger. It was so silly how something so small could elicit such a visceral reaction but I could feel my entire body come alive for him. “Stop?” He murmured. He did it again. So subtle it was like a whisper against my skin. I buried my face into his chest and pressed my hips against his leg. I knew my panties would be wet. I wondered at what point he’d be able to feel it. “No—” It came out as a breathless moan. I moved my leg up a little further and my thigh lightly brushed his cock now hard in his boxer briefs. “Yes? No? You’re not making sense,” he teased. I heard the barest catch in his breath then. “You’re wet for me right now aren’t you?”

“I told you what you need to do,” he said, his eyes dangerously dark. He was going to make me beg. I stared at him while my mind raced and my heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. The storm raged outside and I was raging with it. “Please—” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. His eyes bore into mine and I saw the barest twitch of his lip as he tried to hide his victorious smirk. “Please…what?” His voice was deadly soft. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Touch me.” His eyes flashed and I could feel his body react to my words. “Please, Graham.”

“If I touch you, I won’t stop,” he said, his voice strained. “Good,” I whispered, my hand dipped lower and just as my fingertips grazed the band of his boxer briefs he surged up and rolled on top of me. I squeaked in surprise and my legs quickly found their way around his hips. He looked down at me, giving me every chance to stop him. But I knew what I wanted now. It was too late. I was burning so hot there was no stopping now. I was a raging wildfire and not even the storm outside could tame me. Damn the consequences.

“I told you I’d make you beg beautiful,” he said quietly before his lips came down on mine and two of his fingers pressed inside me.

I didn’t plan on kissing her. I was only going to fuck her but when she looked up at me with those green eyes the color of evergreens, I couldn’t help myself.

nipped her bottom lip and she shuddered against me. I knew then I didn’t just want to fuck her, I wanted to see her come undone. I wanted her reduced to nothing but a wet moaning mess beneath me.

She looked down at me with hooded eyes. “Please—I’m so close.” “I know,” I breathed against her pussy. She was soaking wet. I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them while she watched me. Her lips parted as I moaned in pleasure. “Fuck, Kaelin, you taste so good.” I slid my fingers back inside her and she whimpered. “You’re so wet you’re dripping,” I whispered, my breath on her clit made a shiver rush through her. “Tell me how bad you want to come, princess,”