Page 104 of Peaceful Chaos

Flashback

Sin

My hands start to shake.Raven's eyes search the room, stopping periodically on the tables spread around in a U-shape. Each table has three or four men drinking, smoking, and sending lustful gazes at my wife. Their stares feel corporeal as the slime of it slicks over our skin. This is the kind of thing that seeps into your pores and stains you down to your marrow. We'll never be able to scrub this feeling off.

The tiny earpiece in my ear crackles to life. It's supposed to keep Raven and me connected to the team in the van. Doesn't feel that way with the lights on us; it's like Raven and I are in this alone.

"Sin, I'm working on tracing the signal," Lucien tries to comfort me.

With my back to the room, something that adds to the feeling of vulnerability, I answer him. "Work faster. Everything's going to shit."

I move closer to Raven and run my knuckles down her cheek. "I want to get you down and run from here. This is too much."

There's still fire in her blue eyes. She tips up her chin defiantly. "This is the last time they use us."

My heart is racing, my palms sweat, and black spots float in my vision. I try and take a deep breath because I can feel the panic rising. This can't happen now. She needs me to be here with her. I can't retreat to the place I used to go when my body wasn't mine to control.

"The last time, princess, I promise. Tonight they all die."

She gives a sharp nod of her head, causing her body to sway slightly back and forth.

I can hear cat calls and lewd comments shouted from around the room. Padilla's voice scratches out above them. "My customers are getting restless. Do I need to find someone to stand in for you, Mr. Whitmore?"

"Sin?" Lucien says in my ear.

My breathing is harsh and shallow. I'm losing it. All I can see is him. The last man who touched me and used me for his own sick needs. The man I gutted with the knife my princess left me the night I took some control back.

"Sin, stay here with me," Raven begs. Her voice sounds far away and tinny. The buzzing in my ears is the loudest sound in the room. The rest aren't gone though, and I can hear Padilla's threat playing on a loop in my head.

My hands grab her waist and encourage her to wrap her legs around me. "I don't want to do this," I whisper to her and press my forehead against hers.

"Just focus on me. They don't exist for us." Raven presses her lips against mine, and I try to ignore them.

"Let's see her tits!" Someone shouts.

I shut my eyes hard, trying harder to block them out.

"Fuck her pussy! Let's hear the bitch scream for it like the dirty slut she is," another voice demands.

I make a note of where the voices come from. Front table to the right. I add them to my list. They aren't leaving this building. I'm not sure how yet, but there will be a lot of bodies on the ground before I leave this building.

The human part of me shuts down. My hand fists in Raven's hair, and I slam my mouth against hers. None of this is gentle or meant to turn her on. It's violent and nothing like when we're alone together.

"You aren't here to make out. Fuck her, or I'll send someone up there that will," Padilla shouts.

I guide her legs off my waist and move around her. Doing anything to her in front of this crowd makes bile rise up my throat, but I will not let them take everything from us. I won't let them make sex with Raven dirty. She's my salvation, and they don't get to steal this from us.

"Is that what you do to your women? Jump straight to fucking? No wonder you're in a room full of men watching me with my wife. That's assuming the tiny dick in your pants actually works," I taunt.

Padilla's face turns an ugly reddish-purple color. I've pissed him off. We need to keep the feed alive, but we aren't powerless here. He starts to rise, but I can see the Chaos soldier shove the gun into his side.

"That's what I thought," I sneer at him. "You want us up here, try and learn something. Women are complex. You can't just stick your dick in and expect them to sing your praises."

I kiss her neck, stopping to whisper against her neck so they can't make out what I'm saying. "Luce, if you don't get us out of here in the next few minutes I'm going to kill every motherfucker in this room."

She shivers. I know it's the threat of violence that's exciting her. My princess wants blood for what they're forcing us to do.

Lucien doesn't answer, so I continue this show as long as possible. Time and my patience are rapidly running out. The smell of her skin and the way her ass presses against my groin are encouraging a response from me, even if this isn't what I want.

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