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

by T.L. Smith

“Little slut.” I want to slap his face as hard as I can. Instead, I dig the knife into his neck a little deeper until I see the first drop of blood. He grinds his teeth, and faster than I can process, he takes the knife from me and throws it across the room, then flips me over, lifts me by the hips, and fucks me like I’m his world.

I wonder how long I’ll keep her around until I do kill her. “I’m not fucking you again. Now or ever.” Okay, maybe I’ll kill her sooner rather than later.

“Let me lie next to you,” he asks, pulling his jacket off. It has blood all over it. My blood. “There is a chair over there.” I point to the corner with my good hand. “But there is only one bed.” He grins. “We can both fit, and I don’t plan on leaving. So we both may as well get some sleep.” “Jump off a cliff and die,” I bite back.

“I believe if I met you when I was younger, we wouldn’t be here,” he says. “Where would we be?” I ask. “Anywhere but here,” he whispers, holding me tighter.

What was that?” I ask the nurse as she goes to the window and looks out. “Looks like a car is on fire,” she says. “That’s not something you see every day.”