Page 19 of Whips and Chains (Saint View Murder Squad #2)

Levi kicked the door shut behind them and shoved a chair beneath it, since it didn’t have a lock.

Both of us stared up at the screen.

X had her naked, facing the camera. “Fuck your fingers for them.”

I groaned and sank down onto the couch. “Shit.”

Levi sat on the other end of it and glanced over at me. “I know you don’t want me up in your business, but are you all right?”

“I’m sitting here and watching X fuck Violet to make sure he doesn’t kill her in the process. I’m just fine and fucking dandy,” I spit out between grinding teeth.

Levi looked up at the screen, and Violet’s fingers skimming her body, and then pressing up inside herself. She darted peeks at the cameras, and each one felt like it was directed solely at me.

God, I wanted to touch her. I wanted so much more than just sitting in this room babysitting while X got to have her.

Because the only other thing that calmed a storm inside me was sex. Losing myself in someone else so I didn’t have to feel the crushing pressure of what I’d lost.

It was why I’d gotten into sex work in the first place. Because it was safer and easier to lose myself in the body of another person, rather than taking the life of one.

Whatever let me forget.

The silence in the room drew out, both Levi and I staring up at the screen watching every little thing X did to her.

I didn’t know about Levi, but I was dying inside watching it.

But it wasn’t my place to want anything more than what I’d already had. My job was done. That woman up on the screen was a million miles away from the timid woman who’d first called me up, who blushed and shook at just the mention of taking off her panties.

She might not have been fully confident in her own skin yet, but that wasn’t my job. X or Levi, whoever the fuck she chose to be with, they would take her the rest of the way.

I was supposed to be walking away. Moving on to the next client.

Yet not one part of me could do that. Every cell in my body was cemented to this seat, unable to turn away from the way her body moved, searching for a pleasure I was so desperate to give her.

“If he doesn’t make her come in a minute, I swear I’m gonna bust down that door and do it myself,” Levi practically growled.

I glanced over at him.

His dick was hard behind his pants, the sizeable bulge straining at his fly.

Mine matched. I was so damn hard it hurt.

Almost as much as the raw wound inside me that had opened up tonight.

I undid the button on my pants. Unzipped them. Pushed my hand inside and let my cock free.

I needed release. If it wasn’t going to be blood, it was going to be cum.

Deliberately ignoring Levi, I watched Violet on the screen, my breaths increasing as she and X moved around the room, and he positioned her to ride his cock cowgirl style so she was facing the cameras, nowhere to hide.

Moisture beaded at my tip, a silky slick arousal building there at the sight of her lowering herself down, inch by inch onto another man, and then riding him, her fingers digging into his thighs while she bounced up and down.

Her tits were full and perfect, bobbing with each rock of her wide hips.

She lost herself in the rhythm, and I lost myself in the vision, pleasure shooting from deep in my balls and right through the rest of my body.

“If you keep making noises like that when I touch your ass, Violet, I swear to God, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from fucking you there right now, right here.”

Levi groaned beside me, and I snuck a glance over at him, already knowing that in the darkened shadows at his end of the couch, he was doing the same thing I was.

If X took Violet’s ass, I was going to come instantly. There was no way I could watch him fuck her there, in that tight little hole I wanted so desperately around my dick.

It was bad enough watching the slide of her pussy, stretched out around him, his dick glistening with how wet she’d made him.

I needed more. More than just my fucking hand around my cock. It wasn’t enough.

I needed someone else’s touch.

“Levi,” I groaned, pumping my cock slowly.

It took me a good second to realize I’d said his name out loud.

I looked over at him.

And all I got was heat in return.

Fuck.

But he was planted to his seat. His dick hard in his hand, his gaze on me, watching every move I made with a fire in his eyes I couldn’t deny.

But he was stiff as a fucking board. Frozen in place by his name on my tongue while we watched porn together and tried to pretend there wasn’t something more in the air between us.

How quickly the urge to kill became the urge to fuck.

I shifted across the bench, drawn to him like a magnet, one I couldn’t fight and didn’t want to.

He didn’t move away. Didn’t stop me.

I inched in, my gaze on the screen, watching X finger fuck Violet’s ass while she rode his cock, each slap of their bodies meeting only pushing me closer to the other man in the room.

Levi’s heavy breaths matched mine. The two of us sitting side by side, so close now our arms brushed, both of us jerking off, our rhythms finding a matching pace, even though neither of us were looking at each other.

My balls tightened, a need to come burning inside me but unable to escape.

Violet panted on the screen, her moans filling my ears.

I wanted to touch her so fucking bad.

But it was Levi I reached for instead, wrapping my hand around his cock, his hand beneath mine.

He hissed, “What are you doing?”

But he didn’t stop me. We jerked his cock together a few times, before his hand dropped and he tipped his head back on the couch, letting me take control. “Fuck.”

I pumped his cock with my right hand, working my own with my left.

I waited for him to shove me away. But he didn’t.

I fell into a familiar rhythm, pushing him toward a climax, letting his fast breaths fill my ears until it was all I could hear, and my hand on my cock was all I could feel.

There was no room for anything else.

No memories. No reminders of what I’d lost. No urge to kill just to make myself feel better.

I had a job to do, and I was doing it.

Working my own cock while I had his in my hand was new, I’d never done that with a client, it was always all about them.

I couldn’t stop though. I stroked us both, taking us closer and closer to the edge, matching the pace to what X and Violet were doing on the other side of the wall, all four of our moans and breaths joining until the room was filled with the sound of pleasure.

“Fuck,” Levi groaned again. His eyes opened, his cock kicking in my hand, me as close to orgasm as he was.

A few more pumps and we’d both be there. I’d have used him for what I needed.

I closed my eyes, hating myself for what I was doing. This man was a straight as they fucking came, and I was just using him to get off. To feel something other than the gut-churning pain of losing people.

His fingers gripped the back of my neck, hauling me in, forcing me to face him.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t say my name.

Our gazes collided, and he pressed his mouth to mine.

The kiss was hot and hard, both of us groaning, him taking control and kissing me deep, his tongue finding its way into my mouth.

His bourbon-and-mint taste lit up on my tongue, and I gripped both of us harder when he moaned against my lips, the kiss connecting us more than just my hand on his cock had.

He came first, his dick erupting, cum coating my fingers. He tensed, muscles going tight, but his mouth never slacking off.

When he was finally shaking and spent, I used his cum to finish me off. My balls tightened, and there was no stopping the orgasm that ripped through me, white coating my lower stomach, while Levi’s tongue was in my mouth and he was kissing me like he really fucking liked it.

And for as long as it took for my orgasm to ebb, I let myself like it too.

But when it faded, I pulled away.

I got up, finding some wipes to clean up with, avoiding his gaze until I was done. I threw the wipes at him.

“Whip…”

I didn’t want to hear whatever he was going to say. Whether it was lame excuses that he wasn’t into guys. Or maybe worse, an admittance there was something between us he couldn’t deny.

I didn’t care. Violet was safe.

And whatever the hell had happened in here tonight had only been a Band-Aid for the parts of me that were so fucking broken I was sure they’d never heal.