Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Chase pulled out, and then, he and Trigger were pushing inside of me at the same time. My mouth opened on a silent scream. It burned. God, the stretch burned, but it burned so good. I’d never felt so full in my life.
“Oh, my God,” I croaked, my eyes rolling back in my head when they began to move together. “Oh, my fucking God.”
“God doesn’t exist in this room,” Chase growled. “It’s just us. Us inside you. Us fucking you. Using you.”
“Breeding this hot, tight cunt,” Trigger rasped in my ear.
I did not want kids, and I knew Chase didn’t either, but Trigger’s words still had my pussy squeezing around them. I came with a strangled cry, tears leaking from my eyes at the force of it. Chase moaned, clutching me tight to him as he and Trigger really began to fuck me, the slipperiness of my cunt making it easier for them to glide in and out of me as they wrecked me.
Chase came first, and then, Trigger followed right after, both of them groaning into my skin as they held me between them.
“You’re not losing me,” Chase whispered, pressing a kiss to my forehead as he scraped his blunt nails along my scalp. “I won’t let them take me from you.”
I clung to him, wincing as both men eased out of me. Trigger got off the bed, and a moment later, he reappeared with a damp washcloth to clean both of us up. Once he was done, Chase maneuvered us further onto the bed. Trigger took up his spot behind me, and they cuddled me between them, settling that part of me that had been untethered since Chase had gone missing.
“I’ll slaughter them all,” Trigger growled into my skin. “Every single last one of them, sunshine. They’ll pay for all the mental fucking bullshit they’ve put you through.”
21
Chase
Three days passed by super fast—much too fast for my liking—and while I’d calmed down a lot, I had to admit that—for the first time ever—I was nervous to see my brothers, my damn family, ride into what could possibly be a slaughter with only knives for weapons.
And it made me sick to my stomach to see Trigger giving his goodbyes to Sophia, knowing he may not make it back home to us. All I would be able to do was sit here and twiddle my thumbs while I waited on some kind of news. He would be radio silent for hours before anything even happened. He was heading out now with the rest of the group he was taking with him, and they were setting up shop in an old warehouse we owned but hadn’t gotten around to using yet. As soon as he walked out those doors, the radio silence would begin.
When dark hit, Scorpion and Geek would head out to Sophia’s bookstore and set up shop in her office to watch their backs virtually. And then, they would infiltrate the basement of the building they were in.
A building owned under one of the Pakhan’s aliases.
Sophia kissed Trigger one last time before she headed into the kitchen to distract herself with… whatever the hell she did in there. I didn’t know what she could clean; it was already spotless. But I’d leave her to her vices.
Trigger clasped the side of my neck and pressed his forehead to mine. “I’m coming back,” he promised.
“I don’t fucking like this,” I muttered.
He sighed. “I know. But I know what I’m doing, Chase. I’m coming back home—alive and breathing. I swear that to you.”
I blew out a harsh breath, then gripped his chin, pressing my mouth to his in a kiss hard enough to make his lips bleed. A feral grin tilted his lips when I pulled back, and he swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, licking up the blood.
“I love you,” I told him. “And if something happens to you, I will come in guns blazing.”
He smirked. “I’d expect nothing less, baby.”
With that, he spun on his heel and headed out the door. Sighing, I headed up the stairs, ready for a shower. And then, I needed to find something to occupy my time while I waited for darkness to roll around.
Sophia straightened the fitted sheet on the bed, humming under her breath as she worked. I watched the way she stretched, her ass sticking out. Grunting, I reached for a shirt in my dresser. “You’re being a fucking tease, cupcake.”
She snorted and straightened, turning to look at me over her shoulder. “I’m literally just making the bed, Chase.”
I flashed her a quick grin. “Yeah—erotically.”
She barked out a laugh. A knock sounded on the door. She moved forward to answer it, pulling it open before I could stop her. When we were alone like this, we never thought much about my chest. The only time it bothered her was when we were in bed late at night and she was tired enough to let her fears surface.