Page 144 of The Echo of Violence

Climbing into the freezer stemmed from my fear of not wanting to be pinned down again. Being trapped as the building collapsed on top of me was my worst nightmare. The freezer was my only escape and, ironically enough, a place I wouldn’t have fit in if I’d still been wearing my prosthetics.

See, luck.

“I’ve lost you. Do I need to be naked to keep your attention?”

I smile sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I was thinking about how much luck played a hand in everything. If things didn’t go the way they did…”

He kisses me before smoothing the hair from my face. “It wasn’t luck, darlin’. It was all you. You and Mercy wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for your actions.”

Mercy had suffered worse than me. When I saw Rusty, or Knuckles, punching her in the car’s front seat, he was hitting her with his gun, fracturing her skull in two places. Because she’d already had a serious injury to her head, it had taken her longer to recover than me. She still had a few issues, but right now, she and the baby are doing well.

“I still can’t believe he flipped like that. Me, I can almost understand because he hated my father so much, but Mercy never did anything to him.”

“She messed with his plans. He was expecting you. It was your car, after all. When he realized it was Mercy, he would have known right away he couldn’t let her live.”

Both chapters of Chaos Demons had come together since then, trying to heal the damage done by a sick man. A man they trusted. A man they called brother.

“Right, that’s it. Splinter!” Eightball yells, making me jolt.

Boots thunder down the hall before my bedroom door is thrown open. Splinter eyes the room for danger before they fall on me.

“Seems our woman needs a distraction,” Eightball says.

“That right?” Splinter asks, sliding off his cut.

“It’s our civic duty.” Eightball sighs like it’s a hard life, fucking your woman on demand.

“Knight called, telling us to hurry up. But I think he can hold the fort down a little longer.”

I lie back and grin as both men strip naked. I am one lucky bitch.

“I think we should use the silks,” Splinter murmurs, licking his lips as he takes me in and slowly removes my prosthetics.

The guys had talked me into getting a sex swing. Kind of, anyway. It was more like extra-thick, wide ribbons that, during the day, retract to hang from the ceiling like part of the bedroom décor. But once lowered, which is what Eightball is doing now, it’s a soft, silky material that holds my weight without putting any strain on my body, giving the guys lots of easy access to me.

Once it’s in place, Splinter picks me up and carries me over to it, arranging me so I’m lying on my back as Eightball holds it in place. My head hangs over one end as Splinter spreads my thighs and slips each of my stumps into the loops that hold me open.

“Comfortable?” Eightball asks, leaning over me to press a kiss to my lips.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Really freaking good. I can feel how slick I am, and I know Splinter doesn’t miss it when he slides his fingers over my clit. He circles it with his thumb as Eightball holds his cock to my mouth, tracing my lips with the tip.

“Open for me, Jinx.” I open wide and let him guide his cock in, my tongue gliding down his length. I feel him shudder as I swallow him inch by inch, then he pulls back and strokes my cheek. “Such a good girl.”

Thrusting his cock back into my mouth, he pushes until he touches my throat before pulling back again and finding a rhythm that leaves me helpless and at his mercy.

I’m distracted for a second when I feel the head of Splinter’s dick bump against my clit. Using my own arousal to coat his cock, he strokes up and down my pussy. He guides himself just inside me and slams himself home in one brutal thrust that swings me into Eightball. I gag a little as I’m forced to take more of him.

“You look so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock. Relax your throat for me, darlin’. I want you to take me a little deeper.”

I focus on Eightball’s words and my breathing as Splinter begins to move. Splinter’s thrusts are deep and hard, his motions forcing me to take Eightball deeper.

“So good, so fucking good,” Eightball praises as Splinter’s thumb strokes my clit while he fucks me.

“Man, you should see how her pussy looks stretched around my cock. She’s so greedy, squeezing me hard. You want my cum, baby girl? You want me to fill you up so you can feel me dripping out of you?”

I clench with need and moan.

“Oh, fuck yes, she likes that idea. You love it when we come inside you, don’t you?”

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