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

by Devyn Rivers

“Is this how you’re going to convince me to free you?” She demanded. “Oh no honey,” I said condescendingly. “I’m going to get loose regardless. So you better decide real quick whether or not we’re working together out here.”

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.” “There’s a difference?”

“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.”

“Women often use my name interchangeably with god, so yes,” he said dryly.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, princess,” I said, my voice strained. “I thought you were a dangerous man.” What. The. Fuck.

“Oh god,” she gasped. “That’s right,” I said. Her eyes locked with mine and I saw the moment we both felt the fire erupt between us. “Pray to me, baby girl.”

“You take me so good, princess,” I groaned breathlessly.

His thumbs grazed the spot on my hip bone Graham found and I jolted towards Kraven as a shiver traveled up my spine. He froze and then did it again.

His eyes never left mine but his lips pulled into a deadly smirk like he wanted me to challenge him and found it incredibly hot when I did.

He was nearly hard and he sat staring at me like a dark god casually observing his next conquest.

I wondered if he cared. I wondered if I should care. Was I allowed to care?

“It’s that war between instinct and logic. Fantasy and reality. Your mind and your body fighting against each other for what’s right. It’s the manipulation of the breakdown.”

“Yeah but—but I saw—I thought you were—” She couldn’t finish the thought. “I’m harder to kill than that, pretty girl,” I said gently, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

Kaelin was pressed against the door, watching me with something close to awe and fear. She was seeing me for exactly who I was. A methodical killer. A cold blooded murderer. A broken man.

Every time I looked at her injuries, I felt an anger so complete, I wanted to raze the Warren to the ground and then resurrect everyone in it so I could do it again.

I debated leaving a gun with her but something about her eyes made me decide against it.

“You deserve to feel whole,” he said against my neck. “You are gorgeous when you come. But that is your gift to give me. Not mine to take.” He kissed me again.

My breath caught as I took in this beautifully damaged creature on my lap who somehow was sitting in a predator's arms fully trusting me not to hurt her.

“I would carve him into pieces—” he kissed up the other scar. “And when I finally allowed him to die—” He peppered kisses along my hip, passing the scar to hit the spot he knew I was weakest. “—I’d drag him back from hell so I could do it all again.”

“You shatter so beautifully, darlin’,” he breathed against my lips, moving so slow I could feel all of him every time he moved.

“I couldn’t get you out of my head and I knew it didn’t matter if I owned you or not—you were mine.” “My antihero,”

I was standing there gawking when I finally noticed Kraven, shirtless and in boxer briefs, moving around my kitchen. Shirtless. In my kitchen. In my kitchen—making coffee.

“I might not always make it easy,” I breathed. “Oh baby, I’m counting on it,” he said.

“I’m not doing any of this legally,” I warned. He smirked and chuckled darkly. “Baby—save the dirty talk for later.”

I would let him break me because he always put me back together so perfectly afterwards.

“I’ll have you crying out to god—” He pulled back slightly to look at me as his hand slid down my ass and reached between my legs from behind. “—but he won’t save you, baby girl.”

“I want to hear you say my real name, baby,” he rasped, driving into me still. With his other hand he found my clit and I tried to form a coherent thought as it all became too much and I shattered—the name Theron on my lips like a prayer.

“You look beautiful worshiping at my feet,” he said darkly.

If he was a god, I was his temple.

“I don’t care what other relationships you have, darlin’.” Then his eyes darkened. “Just so long as they understand they have to share.”

North grabbed a vial that I was sure was the only piece of glass not broken in this room and going over to Cooper’s body, took his knife and drew it across his throat, catching some in the vial and sealing it. He wiped it clean on his pants and then tossed it to me. “Every hunter needs a trophy. Take that back to our girl.”

“Don’t tell Kaelin,” North said. “I think she’s expecting us to be heroes.” “I don’t think our girl is under any illusions that we’re good men.”

“She seems partial to the villains,” North said dryly. “I prefer antihero,” I said, moving towards the door. “Funny, that’s what I always say.”

The abyss roared up to devour us, but instead of breaking, we came undone only to come back together as the fire consumed us and made us into something new.

“If you mean did we talk about how he’s a psychopath who would try to kill me if I said I didn’t want to share you? Yeah, we talked.”

I pulled the vial of blood from my pocket, thankful it hadn’t broken in our fervor to undress. “Courtesy of your morally gray men, returning from a success hunt. Hope you don’t find it too morbid.”

“Should we show him how pretty you come apart for me?”

“Oh god, oh god,” I cried as my senses slipped and my mind emptied to make room for the fire that consumed me. “That’s right, darlin’, I want to hear your prayers to us on those pretty lips of yours,” Theron growled.

“When I’m with you, I don’t feel broken,” he whispered so only I could hear. His nose grazed my cheek. “I love you, pretty girl.”

Theron and Graham spent the rest of that night and deep into the morning showing me just how much they owned every part of me until I was dead to the world and fell asleep between two men who at some point had crept in and stolen my heart and soul.

Maybe we need to break in order to expand and maybe we need to shatter across the universe in order to find the pieces of others who fit in those spaces left behind.

My two fallen angels—my villains—my antiheroes—were with me. They weren’t my saviors—but then again I didn’t need saving this time. This time I wanted to be pulled into the shadows with them.