But just as I aimed at the maid, who had closed her eyes in readiness for the blow, Dolly yanked on my arm. “No, Rabbit!” she shouted and looked at the maid. She was blond with blue eyes. Dolly stood before her and got on her tiptoes to stroke the woman’s face. “She’s far too pretty to die.” Dolly stroked her hand down the maid’s face and over her lips. “She looks like a doll.” She smiled. “She looks like me.”
She didn’t. Not a fucking patch on my Dolly, but I didn’t burst her bubble by disagreeing.
“We can leave her alive,” Dolly said, and the maid’s eyes widened. I snarled, wanting to kill the bitch stone dead, but Dolly turned and presented me with a stern face. Reluctantly, I nodded and put my cane back together. Dolly turned back to the maid. “Put out your hand,” Dolly ordered sternly. The maid did. Dolly lifted her own hand and smacked it hard across the back of the maid’s. The maid cried out, but stayed still. She was too scared to move. “You worked for very bad men,” Dolly scolded and shook her head. “Next time,” Dolly said, pointing in the maid’s face, “make better choices!”
Dolly ran to the white wall of the veranda, a contrasting backdrop to the pile of bodies on the floor, and pulled out her lipstick. After scrawling a Chanel-pink “SICK FUX,” on the wall, she collected her doll’s head from the table. Just as she went to turn back, she grabbed two doughnuts from an untouched plate. “A doughnut each for the road?”
I nodded. Dolly took my hand. As we walked out of the hacienda, blood-soaked and needing to fuck, I knew it wouldn’t be long until I pulled over and took her body under mine.
Unclean.
Covered in their blood.
Hot.
Wet.
Fucking perfection.
My jaw clenched as Dolly’s hands ran up and down my thigh. Her tits were pushed up against my side, and her teeth played with my earlobe. I gripped the steering wheel so tightly I thought I might rip it clean off.
“Rabbit,” she whispered and stroked my arm. Her hand covered one of mine and she pulled it from the wheel, over the stick shift and across to her thigh. She sucked in a breath when I touched her bare skin.
“I need you to touch me,” Dolly whispered into my ear. “Only you. No one else. No one else can touch. Just my Rabbit. Because my Rabbit makes me feel sooo good.” I growled low in my throat. “And your Dolly is the only one who can touch you.” She guided my hand closer to her pussy. I could feel the heat of it under the hem of her skirt. “No bad men can hurt us anymore. Because Dolly and Rabbit take their touch away with each other’s hands and mouths and naughty parts.” She moaned and slipped my hand into her frilly knickers. The minute my fingers felt her pussy, hot and wet, I hissed and turned my head to ravage her mouth with my own.
Dolly moaned against my mouth, then bit down hard. Her teeth sank into my lip, piercing the flesh. She smashed her mouth against mine again, sipping at the blood from my lip. The car swerved, and I pulled my mouth away. I straightened the car before we plunged into a tree. But Dolly’s lips licked down my cheek and neck as she moved closer and closer to me.
I was about to pull the car over and fuck her on the side of the road, when spots of rain began pelting our skin. Dolly gasped as a raindrop hit her cheek, and she looked to the sky. She closed her eyes as a deep rumble of thunder sounded. The spots of rain gave way to a torrential downpour. Fork lightning struck the tree-lined pastures in the near distance. Dolly’s loud laughter drowned out the music from her cassette. When I looked over at her, her head was tipped back, eyes closed as slews of water ran down her skin, washing the blood onto my leather seats. Her hands shot into the air as the rain cleansed her of the fuckers’ blood.
I was so entranced, watching her mascara and the clock around her left eye track down her cheeks, that I almost missed the sirens blaring in the distance.
Police.
Growling under my breath, I took Dolly’s arm and yanked her down to the seat. She snapped her head my way, a scowl on her beautiful face. The makeup she had so perfectly applied before the hacienda was now smudged, black lining her eyes and pink smearing her lips.
She looked wild. Wild, and so fucking beautiful.
“Police,” I spat as I stamped my foot on the gas. The Mustang roared as I redlined her. I flicked off the lights and plunged us into darkness.