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

by T.L. Smith

I don’t like the lie, never lived it, and never intend to. So, when you lie to me, I’ll come along and bleed it from you. I’ll let the blood that seeps from your body tell me your truth.

“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.”

“We are at a traffic party.” “A what?” “Red means you’re here to only support or watch, yellow means you’re interested but with someone, green means you’re up for everything.”

“That wasn’t for you. Do not think anything I do will be for you. I just came to realize you aren’t worth the amount he owes me, so a little push to get my pay and fuck you right off is just what I need.” My eyes go wide at his words. “Go to fucking sleep.” Then he’s gone.

“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.”

“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.

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.

“I smell of musk, probably taste like it too. Let’s ask.” She looks over Lucas’s shoulder and straight at me. “Do I taste like musk?” Every person in the room goes silent at her question, and I can feel them all waiting for my answer. “The sweetest,” I reply with a lick of my lips.

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.”

“You want all these people to watch while I fuck you, my dirty little slut?”

We’ve all had it drilled into us to respect the job, and that it’s all that matters. But how can that be everything?” “The job is everything,” I snap back. Roberto nods but doesn’t say another word as he leaves. The job is everything. Every-damn-thing.

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.

“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.

Apart from the little honey-brunette standing in front of me who I kind of like.

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

When he stops, he turns to face me. “The minute you lose that baby, you tell me. Or I am telling him.” I nod my head eagerly. “We just signed our own death warrants.”