Page 47 of Whips and Chains
But it was the fucking disrespect this prick had said it with that had me wanting to strangle him until his eyes rolled back. It was the way he’d used it as a slur, to put her down, just to make himself feel big.
Rage coursed through me.
That woman had been through hell and back and had still somehow managed to remain beautiful, both inside and out.
That was what I’d seen, watching her in bed with the three of us. That was what I saw now, staring at her image on the screen, her curvy body not seen as beautiful by that man.
It was to me.
And it clearly was to Levi and X too.
“Let him go,” Levi said quietly in my ear. “He’s not worth it.”
It was only his voice that cut through the red haze in my head that begged to be sated with a life. It calmed something inside me, just enough for me to uncurl my fingers from the man’s throat.
He slumped back against the wall, coughing painfully, his eyes now wide with the fear he should have had all along. “You’re fucking crazy!” he shouted, staggering away, his friends by his side. “You could have killed me!”
“Could have,” I agreed. “But I didn’t. So get the fuck out of this club before I change my mind.”
His eyes were filled with fear and the men disappeared out of the room.
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.
