Chained Hands (Keir & Sailor Duet #1; Chained Hearts Duets, #1)

by T.L. Smith

My father used to tell me, “Boys are just men in the making. You, my son, are a killer in the making. Remember that you will never be a man. You’ll have the needs of a man, yes, but no woman will love the real you.”

Now, I fuck because I’m bored. And I’m bored a lot. And bored is not what you want me to be.

“I like it when they scream. Tell me, will you like it when I make you scream?”

“But I do own you. Now, shut the fuck up and get naked.”

So, my decision, for now, is to follow the devil. Or let the devil destroy everything I know.

“You must think I’m a weak woman,” she says, her eyes cast down at the pool’s surface as she speaks. How she knows it’s me, I’m not sure. “I wasn’t always that way. Sometimes things break you and you let them, even when you don’t realize it’s happening.”

I’m not someone who’s insecure about my body. My parents taught me at a young age that beauty is what you perceive it to be, so if you have a thought going around in your brain that you need to change something, you will focus on it and focus on it until you hate it. I hated my body when I couldn’t carry a child. But slowly, I’m starting to love her again.

“Do you want to suck my cock to tide you over?” My cheer dies at his words and by the look on his face, I can see he’s serious. I’m so shocked at his words I feel mortified. Who speaks like that? But two can play that game. “Only if you lick me first.” I expect him to shake his head and tell me no.

I was raised to be a killer—to be as ruthless as humanly possible. I could walk down a street, pull my gun out and shoot you in the head, then sleep soundly that night. Your death does not matter to me. You do not matter to me. The only thing that matters to me is my life. And my job.

So, I reach my hand down to slide my cock inside her, following her fucking order. “Now, shut up and fuck me before I decide to kill you first.”

I’m the one your family has nightmares about.