Chained Hands (Keir & Sailor Duet #1; Chained Hearts Duets, #1)
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“Put me down,” I scream out, my hands banging on his back. “No can do.” He slaps my ass to quieten me, but I just scream louder. “I like it when they scream. Tell me, will you like it when I make you scream?”
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Gathering up my wits, I remove my eyes from his cock and say, “I want to go home.” “No can do, lollipop.” My brows scrunch at his words. Lollipop? Who the fuck calls someone that?
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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. Even after I blamed her, caused her pain, she is still me and I am still her. And I only have this one body, so I best be good to her.
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“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.
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Better yet, I just had sex with a man who shot my husband. Or, should I say, ex-husband. Shit.
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“You want to be my dirty little slut, lollipop?”
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“Little slut,” I say to her as she breaks the kiss, coming on my cock with a screaming moan. She likes dirty words. Maybe I should keep her as my little whore. To fuck whenever I want. But as I look into her eyes, her forehead coming to lean on mine, I know I can’t keep her. She was never mine to have in the first place.
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“You want all these people to watch while I fuck you, my dirty little slut?”
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“Sailor …” I turn back around at my name. “I think you could rule a fucking kingdom if you tried.” He gets into his car, and I can’t help the smile that gets stuck on my face and won’t leave.
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It’s those black butterflies, I tell you. And those chained hands, that never seem to break, no matter how hard I try to pull away from him when he is around.