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

by T.L. Smith

“You tied me up?” I yell while trying to pull free. His dark eyes find mine, and I have to remember, even through the amazing sex, who this man is and what he’s capable of. “You ran away. Did you really think I would forget?” “I came back, you fucking idiot.” His tongue darts out and licks his teeth as he takes a deep breath. “No one would dare speak to me the way you do.” “Because they’re all your puppets, and you are the puppet master,” I scream at him. “I’m a hostage. There is a fucking difference.”

“You took my other shoes?” I ask him as I hear his footsteps approaching. “I did. You don’t rent if you are on my arm. Now, get dressed.”

If I were a normal man, I would say she takes my breath away. Because she looks absolutely stunning right now. Blue is her color. And those heels were worth every penny as they sit on her crossed feet in the car.

I like her. A lot. More than the placid person she was before.

She has been my favorite thing I have confiscated so far, and believe me, there has been a lot of things, including women.

I have never let any other woman I’ve fucked have this much power. So why the fuck do I let her?

You can’t bargain with a killer. But you sure as shit can fuck one, right? And you sure as shit, can give him a hard time while doing it.

Ellie cries. It’s all she does. It’s annoying. All night she cried. All morning she’s cried. I’m ready to shoot her myself to shut her the fuck up. Shouldn’t I be the one crying like I lost my puppy, not someone who hardly knew him?

How do you grieve someone who said they no longer love you or maybe never loved you?

My favorite candy growing up was a pink Starburst—she tastes similar, but the flavor is a whole lot better. Fuck, I can’t get enough. I wonder how long I’ll keep her around until I do kill her.

“Kiss me and I’ll leave.” “I’m not kissing you.” “Why?” “Because you are a psycho-fucking-path.” I raise a brow. “You fucked this psychopath multiple times and loved it every time. Now, kiss me, or I’m not fucking leaving.” “You don’t even like me,” she manages to say. “You’re right, but you are for sure fuckable, and it’s one of the reasons you aren’t dead.” “My pussy saved my life, how fucking poetic.”

It’s not her usual kiss, this one is full of passionate hate. And all the other good things too. This is the type of kiss that could change my heart. If I let it.

He’s dangerous, sexy, and lethal. Plus, he’s a stone-cold killer. And one I’ve fucked more than once. The problem is … I enjoyed every second of it.

“I got an apartment,” I tell Keir. “Want to fuck?” he asks me as he continues to drive. “I really hate you,” I say, pocketing my phone. “I take that as a yes.” I don’t respond. “That wasn’t a no.” I hit him on the shoulder, and all he does is smile. Asshole.

“I’m tired, I need to sleep. And you need to get laid. Call someone.” Joey strides out and shuts the door behind him. Call someone? I don’t want just someone. I want a little honey-brunette with a fucking attitude and sweet-ass pussy to match. How can a woman get you so fucking twisted while only knowing her for such a short amount of time? I mean, I could kill her. It would be so fucking easy to end her damn life.

“Why her?” he asks. Why her? If I fucking knew the answer, I would tell him. Maybe.

“She interests me,” I tell him as he wipes his bleeding hand on his clothes. “My dog interests me, doesn’t mean I want it in my bed,” he bites back.

Go see her. How about no. Fuck her. Now, that is an option. Fuck, my cock is hard just thinking about it.

I’ve missed her. And I don’t miss anyone. Not even my dead father.

I’m not afraid to admit I’ve stalked her, watched her walk home from some stupid job that she doesn’t even need. Her rent is paid by me, and if she knew that, I’m pretty sure she’d try to cut off my cock. No, not pretty sure, I am one hundred percent sure my appendage would be removed quick and clean.

The club is full of family, friends, and acquaintances. I hate them all. Apart from the little honey-brunette standing in front of me who I kind of like.

“Why are the women death-glaring me? They do realize I don’t want you, right? I fucking hate you. You’re all theirs as far as I am concerned.”

“You are just as twisted and fucked up as I am.” “No, I’m not.” “Maybe I’ll break the deal with Paige and make you have my babies.” I smile at her.

“Have my babies,” I say.

“Accept my offer, and you’ll never have to worry about money again. You could have all the shoes you want, a nice place to live. Marriage.”

“I would never kill you. Have you not figured that out yet?” I tried, talked myself into it multiple times. Yet here she stands in an apartment I own. Because for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about her.

“You don’t take the hint, do you?” “I always get what I want.” “Congrats, you’ve had me. So, you’re free to leave.” “I don’t just want some of you, I want all of you.” I stand and undo my top button. Sailor’s eyes flick to it, and her head starts shaking. “Don’t you dare do that. Back up, right now.” I’ve come to the realization I want her. All of her.

“You should charge me properly, or I’m moving out.” “I take payment in the form of blowjobs.”

“Sailor …” I turn back around at my name. “I think you could rule a fucking kingdom if you tried.”

“You can’t leave me, I just found you,”

“Jump off a cliff and die,” I bite back. “After some sleep, I’ll consider it.”

We get told of fairy tales, of Prince Charming, but what about the devils that live below? Do they not need love too? Obviously, they want it, and mine is proving that he’s going to do everything in his power to keep it. If it’s even love between us.

Can you love and hate someone at the same time?

I’d kiss those lips every chance I got. Every fucking chance I had. Without a doubt.

Joey tells me to just walk away—that it would be easier for everyone if I simply left her alone. But I have a choice, like I always do, and I choose not to walk away from someone who makes me feel not dead inside. And that’s exactly what she does.