Page 5 of Whips and Chains (Saint View Murder Squad #2)

The two men paused, but Levi’s answer was quick, “I won’t leave.” He dropped the clothes in a pile, and in nothing but a towel, because there was nothing else for him to wear, he sank down on the little armchair in the corner of my room.

X said nothing, but he slid down the wall opposite my bed, sitting on the floor, his gaze trained on me so intently it sent the panic inside me skittering away.

I lay back and rolled onto my side, facing Whip.

He reached up and tucked a stray strand of my freshly dried hair behind my ear. “How you doing, sweetheart?”

“Not good,” I admitted honestly. I fought the way my voice wanted to break. “Really not good.”

He pulled me into his arms and kissed the top of my head while holding me tight. “I know. You’re going to be okay. I’ve got you.”

And in his arms, I believed that. I snuggled against his warm chest, remembering the way we’d done this after he’d taken my virginity.

Remembering the way he’d blanked my brain out so beautifully with orgasms delivered by his talented fingers and tongue, until I’d barely known the day of the week or my own name.

I wanted more of that. More of the sweet, delicious numbness I knew he could give me.

And a whole lot less of the nightmare that would live in my brain for the rest of my life

I lifted my head, lips brushing over the stubble of his beard. “Touch me.”

He craned his neck so his mouth was above mine, his forehead furrowed in frown lines. “I don’t think—”

I didn’t want him to say no. So I kissed him instead.

For a long second, he didn’t respond, but then I reached up, grabbing his face, showing him exactly how much I wanted him.

He groaned, holding me tighter, his lips moving with mine, opening so our tongues could stroke together. His hands roamed up and down my back, each swipe setting my skin alight and distracting from all the hurt that threatened to drag me down.

I needed more. I pressed against him, hooking one leg over his hip, opening myself up to him.

“Violet,” he murmured over my mouth. “I’ll give you whatever you need, but X and Levi are still here.”

“I know.”

And I didn’t care.

I wanted them to watch Whip take me. They’d both rejected me, and I suddenly wanted to show them what they’d missed out on.

Whip didn’t question me. It was clear to everyone in the room what I meant.

Whip got hard between us. I reached for him, stroking his cock, while he fumbled for the drawer of my bedside table.

I didn’t even blush as his fingers trailed over my vibrator and he found a box of condoms. One I’d hopefully bought before a date with a man who had later stood me up and then ghosted me.

Whip took one out, leaving it on the mattress behind him for when he was ready for it.

His hand lowered beneath the blankets and covered mine, both of us pumping his shaft together for long moments until his hips rolled and he was fucking into our grip.

But he pulled away all too soon for my liking, his fingers moving between my thighs instead.

He found the nub of my clit, rolling it with his thumb and forefinger, sending sweet rivers of pleasure around my body.

He stayed there, playing with it, an ache building inside me, demanding more.

Slick arousal pooled at my center, and he scooped it up, coating his fingers in it and rimming my entrance, stretching me just a little, warming me up.

“I’m wet for you,” I whispered, stating the obvious.

For a second, the words hung in the air, and embarrassment threatened to flood me. I didn’t know why I’d said that out loud when he could clearly feel exactly how soaked I was, just from being naked and some clit stimulation.

But I quickly realized I hadn’t said it for him.

I’d said it for the other men in the room watching us.

I wanted them to know how much I wanted this. Wanted him.

“Yeah, sweetheart, you are.” Whip’s voice was pure desire.

It rushed over me like warm honey, chasing away any awkwardness. His finger thrust inside me, finding my G-spot, and I gasped, leaning into the feel and loving the way that when he touched me, it was all I could think about.

One finger quickly became two and then three until I was riding his hand, my hips shifting so my clit got some friction too.

Whip’s dick was hard against my thigh, and his lips were sweet at my neck when he whispered, “Need to fuck you, sweetheart. You’re so damn wet, your pussy is begging for it.”

“Yes,” I groaned, the ache inside me so desperate it hurt. I needed more than just his fingers. I wanted to fall over the edge with him inside me, while he held me tight.

But as soon as he stopped touching me to pick up the condom, everything rushed back in.

Screams. Countdowns. Blood.

Death.

I slammed my eyes shut, willing the images away, but they didn’t stop. They rained down on me in a tidal wave of horror.

I couldn’t breathe.

“Violet, look at me,” Levi commanded from his spot on the chair behind Whip’s back.

I did as I was told, peeling open my eyes to find him staring at me.

He was still shirtless, sitting in nothing but a towel tucked around his waist. His tattoos covered his skin, hard muscle beneath them.

There was a white gauze bandage taped to one of his pecs.

I frowned at it, wondering when he’d gotten hurt.

But before I could question it, he spoke again. “Eyes on me, baby. Don’t think.”

Whip slid inside me while I was still watching Levi.

I gasped at the intrusion. Whip was as big as I remembered, but I stretched around him easily, taking every inch he had to offer. He bottomed out inside me, his pubic bone colliding with my clit deliciously, while Levi watched.

I couldn’t turn away from his impossibly green eyes. They held me captive, heat flickering behind them, setting them ablaze as he watched another man take me.

The orgasm built inside me, thrust by thrust. Whip had me on the perfect angle, one that had me desperate, until my hips were moving just as quickly as his, my leg still hooked over his hip, anchoring him to me, keeping him close.

Levi never looked away. Not when tiny cries of pleasure slipped from my mouth because Whip knew exactly what to do and how to move to get me off. And not when I hit the maximum point of pleasure and fell straight into an orgasm that numbed my brain so beautifully I wanted to swim in it forever.

Whip seemed to know exactly that. When my eyes closed, he just kept going, prolonging the orgasm, milking out every second of the bliss while I spasmed around him. He came with a groan, saying my name, kissing my forehead like I was something special.

My entire body hummed. And for a good long minute, even though Whip got up to get rid of the condom, I lay there blissed-out enough that I thought I might even be able to sleep.

Until the orgasm ebbed away. And all I was left with was the aching hole inside me and thoughts I didn’t want to have. The panic rose again, choking me painfully, the relief Whip had provided so sweet but not nearly long enough.

Levi got up from his chair and knelt at the edge of the bed, grabbing my hand. “Hey. Hey. Eyes on me, remember? You’re here with us. You’re safe.”

Except I wasn’t. I wasn’t safe from the thoughts in my head.

Not unless one of them was touching me.

I pulled his hand to my naked breast.

His gaze flickered down at it in surprise and then back up to my eyes. “Vi…” There was a distinct tone of hesitation and wariness in his voice.

I pushed into his hand. “Please. I don’t want to think.”

Agony played out behind his eyes. He glanced toward the end of the bed, where I was aware of the other two men, even though I wasn’t looking at them.

But I tugged his arm, drawing his attention back to me. I knew what I wanted, and I needed him to see it. “Put your mouth on me.”

He groaned hoarsely, his dick clearly hard beneath his towel. I tugged at it, and it came undone, exposing a thick cock nestled in a trim patch of dark hair at the base.

He was so damn beautiful, tattoos covering so much of his skin that I wanted to trace them and figure out what each one represented. They were beautiful pieces of art, and I wanted to take my time exploring each one.

But not now. Right now I needed more than that.

And so did he.

He maneuvered me onto my back, fitting his mouth over the tip of my breast and sucking my nipple.

Warm, wet heat encased me once more, having the exact desired effect of keeping my brain from thinking of anything else but how it felt to have this man touch me after so many weeks and months of getting to know him via his letters.

The sheets did nothing to cover me. They’d slipped down, somewhere around my calves, but I didn’t bother trying to hide. Whip sat in the chair Levi had vacated, but it was X’s dark eyes, watching me silently from the end of the bed that drew my attention this time.

We’d been all over each other in the shower the other night. I’d been so sure he was going to be the one to take my virginity. I’d been so eager to give it to him. I’d wanted him. And even though he’d run out on me, for no reason I could explain, I still did.

“X.”

His eyes focused on me.

I spread my legs.

It was brave and bold, but I no longer had any fucks left to give.

He sucked in a sharp breath, moving forward from the floor at the end of the bed. He was slimmer than the other two men, no less muscled, just not the thickly solid build of Levi, who had a bulk that came from working out, and Whip whose shoulders were naturally broad.

X was all long, sleek lines and fluid movements, including the one where he crawled up the bed, his gaze locked on mine, and wrapped his arms around my wide-spread thighs.

I didn’t have to ask him. His mouth lowered to my pussy.