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

by T.L. Smith

“I’m hungry, are we eating?” “Of course, we are.” His words are snapped and small. “Okay, great,” I say cheerfully. “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

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.

But him? Well, his lovers end up dead. Every. Single. Time. No exceptions.

“You’ve got some nerve.” “Hey, you plan to kill me anyway, so what’s the harm?” she says right over my mouth, surprising me by digging the knife into my flesh. 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.”

“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. Dillan never fucked me like this. Dillan didn’t even like to eat my pussy.

“My pussy saved my life, how fucking poetic.”

Now, she needs to come out to play. I’ve missed her. And I don’t miss anyone. Not even my dead father. “Are you ready?”

Something in my chest aches at how such a cold, calculating, and powerful man can give me black butterflies.

She isn’t fucking going anywhere with her parents. Does that make me controlling? Maybe.