Never Broken (The Unchained #1)

by Everly Claire

For my grandparents. I wish you had made it to this moment with me. But I’ve seen all of you in my dreams, and I know you’re at peace where you are. I hope I’ve made you proud.

Now ask yourself, which bonds are formed and which bonds are broken? — A Primer on Organic Reactions

“is that masters rape female slaves all the time. Hell, they rape male slaves all the time.

Needless to say, the faucet wasn’t the only thing in here that was gushing.

But I’d never done anything this dangerous: Flirting with my master’s daughter not because I wanted something, but because I wanted her.

Time in which I would grow closer and closer to losing control of the whole goddamn enterprise, all because my dick practically hit the bottom of the desk every time her tongue poked out of her mouth in concentration.

“One word. If you had to describe this boy in one word,” my mother said, pleased with herself, her slow, sly grin reappearing in the circle of light the lamp made, cutting through the blanket of darkness that hung over the house, silent except for the mantel clock. “What would it be?” One word, and this could end. It came to me instantly, of course. “Brave.”

“So I was right.” He could breathe the words into my ear now. “You, of all people, should know I’m always right.” “About chemistry, maybe,” I breathed back. “About so much more than that.”

“It’s okay,” he whispered reassuringly. “I’m okay. You can touch me, too, if you want.” I managed a smile, though every part of me still hesitated. “Are you sure?” He raised an eyebrow, then went in for a playful kiss. “Are you kidding?” He kissed me again. I’d frozen up, and he knew it would melt me. “You know I know what pain feels like, Lou. And this isn’t even close.”

“You never told me I was adorable, and that’s the only part I’ll accept. I prefer ‘devastatingly handsome,’ though.”

And since I couldn’t envelop her in my arms, couldn’t caress that luscious, peachy back, or tell her what I really thought—that I could live a million years and never get over the fact that a girl like her would give a damn about my fantasies, let alone fulfill them—a glass of champagne and the brush of a finger would have to be enough.

He had enough battles to fight. He’d spent his entire life fighting. It was my turn.

“I’ll see him again because I’m going to track him down and strangle him with his own garden hose as soon as I get the chance. And anyone else who hurts you.” “Wait. Really?” No one had ever said that to me before. Then again, I’d never lived the kind of life where anyone would have to. But that was the only kind of life he’d ever lived.

“But remember,” I teased, “you’re not allowed to touch me either.” He leaned in close, exhaling two words. “Watch me.”

Louisa knew all of that and heard what he’d said to me in German, maybe she’d understand why I still thought he was evil. Nice tits, but seems like a handful. If you ever need any pointers on how to handle her …