Page 81 of The Echo of Violence

“These are badass, Jinx. If it were me, I’d make them so they were sharp as fuck. That way, I’d always have a weapon on hand.” Eightball looks up and grins as he runs his fingers over the curved foot part of the blade.

I chuckle easily. “If you knew how many times I fell down or injured myself, especially in the beginning, you wouldn’t say that. With no feet and lower legs, my whole center of gravity has changed. It took a while for my brain to catch up, and that meant my face hit the ground a few times more than I would have liked.”

Splinter carefully places one of my blades in the chair, like I told them, before taking the other one from Eightball and laying it beside it.

Eightball runs his fingers gently over one of my stumps, making me jump. “Sensitive?”

My breathing is coming too fast, and I don’t know if it’s because of arousal or panic, but I answer anyway. “Not usually, but the skin gets irritated if I overdo it. And today, I definitely overdid it.”

“Anything I can do?”

I won’t cry. I refuse to cry just because someone is showing me kindness. Fuck that, and fuck them for making me feel things I’m not sure I’m ready to feel. Not yet anyway.

“Just fuck me already.”

His eyes flash to mine before he smirks. That look spells trouble for me. His eyes show me a promise of dark and dirty things, things that others might be scared of. But something in it soothes the ragged and exposed edges inside me. I don’t want perfect. I want rough and desperate. I want to feel like I’m dying before being reborn. No, not reborn—reformed, until all my imperfect pieces align themselves with theirs.

I was never looking to be fixed. I’m as healed as it’s going to get, and though it’s frustrating and often lets me down, I love the body I’m in. It’s strong and forgiving in equal measure and combines the best traits of my mom and dad perfectly.

“Patience, Jinx. We’ll fuck you. But first, I want a taste,” Splinter growls. He grabs my hips and tugs me until my ass is closer to Knight’s knees, my hands moving to support me, causing my back to arch.

I look up and see Knight leaning over me. He dips his head and kisses me, his nose bumping into my chin as his tongue swipes over my lips until I allow him entrance. He swallows my gasp when I feel Splinter rip my thong from my body before spreading my thighs wide. I’m unsure how long I’ll be able to hold them like this.

As if hearing my thoughts, Knight’s hands slide down my body to hold my legs open for Splinter. The man wastes no time. His tongue flicks over my clit before he feasts on me.

The noises that come out of me sound animalistic. I’d be embarrassed if I weren’t feeling so much.

Hands on my breasts start tugging on my nipples until a mouth covers one of them, sucking hard before biting it. I shudder as Knight lifts his head, his eyes blazing down into mine, the carefree joker from before long gone.

“You like that, Jinx? Feeling Eightball’s teeth on your skin as Splinter fucks your cunt with his tongue?”

I usually hate that word. But coming from his lips, with his voice thick with need, makes my stomach clench.

“Answer me, Jinx, or I’ll make them stop.”

“Yes, it feels so good,” I quickly reply, getting rewarded with two fingers sliding inside me.

“You might think you’re the vulnerable one here, Jinx. But you’re not. Look at what you’re doing to them—to me.”

“What am I doing?” I bite out, my hips jerking under Splinter’s skilled hands as he fucks me with his fingers. I reach up and grab hold of Eightball’s hair and hold him in place as he nips and sucks my breast, sending tiny currents of pleasure directly to my pussy.

“Hypnotizing us,” Knight answers before his eyes move to Splinter. “Hold her.”

I don’t have time to question what he means before Splinter’s hands are under my ass, and he’s lifting me off Knight. Eightball moves in behind me and supports me as Splinter holds my ass higher and dips his head so he can continue to eat me out.

“Oh God.” I’m losing myself in a sea of sensation, but I’m aware enough to hear the tear of a foil wrapper.

“Ready?” Splinter asks.

I open my eyes and realize he’s not talking to me when Knight answers. “Bring her here and lower her down. I want her to feel every inch of me sinking inside her.”

I’m moved back to the position I was in before. Knight’s arms replace Eightball’s after I feel the latex-covered tip of Knight’s cock at the entrance to my pussy. Splinter’s fingers stroke my clit as he moves back so he can watch his club brother’s cock slowly impale me.

“Ahhh,” I cry out, feeling myself stretch around him. Just when I think I can’t take any more, my ass comes to rest on his thighs. I’ve never felt so full in my life.

Splinter keeps stroking me as Eightball climbs up on the sofa next to me and wraps his hands in my hair. He turns me to look at him before slamming his mouth over mine. And Knight starts lifting me up and down on his cock at a slow, maddening pace. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.

Eightball pulls away and nips my lip before pressing his hand over my stomach. “Look at you, taking Knight’s cock like a good girl. I swear I can feel him moving inside you,” he growls, pressing harder against my stomach.

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