Chained Hands (Chained Hearts Duet 1)

“You missed breakfast,” he says, glancing around.

“I was working.”

“You don’t need to work.”

I huff at his words. “Oh, yes I do. This is my only income, and I would be stupid to ruin it.” I shake my phone to show him and immediately go back to it.

“It’s lunch, you need to eat something.” He leaves without another word, but I go back to work instead. At one point, I get up and walk around the room just to move my legs, then I open a book a client has asked me to read for her. Before I know it, I’m halfway done, the sun has set, and I haven’t left the room.

My stomach growls madly at the thought of food.

“Where the fuck have you been?” The door swings open to reveal Keir standing there, dressed immaculately in a black suit with a gun on each hip.

He looks good.

Like, really good.

I thought he looked okay before, I’m not blind after all, but maybe it’s the romance book I’m reading, or maybe it’s the promise of pain in his eyes. So I smile at his words.

His expression goes sour, and he shakes his head. “Clearly, you can’t be in charge of feeding yourself. Get up and get dressed. You’re coming with us.” He strides out the door, leaving no room for argument.

Dressed?

I look down at what I’m wearing. I am dressed. Sticking my head out the door, I find the boy there.

“Hey, umm …” I glance down the hallway. “Do you have any idea of what I should wear?”

“Something nice, Miss,” is all he gives me.

Damn, okay. Rifling through my clothes, I pull out a black leather skirt and pair it with some Dr. Martens and a baggy shirt, which I tie up at the back to show my midriff, then run my fingers through my messy hair before I add some oil to control the frizz. I slide my phone into my bra and head to the front door. When I get there, he’s waiting.

Keir turns to face me, his eyes giving me the once over before they latch on to mine. “Are you going to a club?” he asks.

I thought I looked cute. I saw the outfit on Pinterest and had to try it.

“You didn’t say where …” I start, looking back over my shoulder. “I can change if wherever we’re going requires something flashier.” When I turn back to him, he’s already walking to his car, so I follow behind and ask, “Am I riding with you?”

“Get in,” is his gruff response.

Huffing, I do as he says and slide in next to him. I see his eyes latch on to my bare thigh before he looks away as the car starts to move.

“Where are we going?” I ask, my hands folding on my lap.

He doesn’t answer.

“Well, I had a great day today. Caught up on work, read a book about a girl who got kidnapped … oh, hey, it’s like me.” I giggle and see him puzzled at my demeanor. “Do you read?”

“No.”

At least he answered that one—score one for me!

“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 him to shake his head and tell me no.

The only problem is he moves fast in the roomy backseat. His seat belt is undone before I even know what’s happening, and his hands find my skirt before he touches my bare legs and starts to slide his hands up my thighs. I suck in air, unable to form words at what he’s doing.

Dillan never liked to eat pussy. Well, he never liked to eat mine, that is. He probably ate the full sweet treat menu somewhere other than at our home with me.

“Maybe I’ll start with dessert,” Keir says, then leans forward and his lips touch my inner thigh. I’m shocked—literally so shocked—like I have no idea what to do.

Do I push him away?

Tell him I was joking?

Yet, somehow, my body responds in the complete opposite way to what I thought it would, and my legs open just a fraction for him. He takes that as a sign to continue and unbuckles me, moving me easily, taking control of my legs until I face him with one leg on either side of him.

Keir licks his lips, and that’s all it takes before his head drops down and he lifts my skirt all the way up. I look up, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as his mouth touches the outside of my panties and his hot breath blows on my lace-covered flesh, causing an involuntary whimper to leave my lips. Luckily for us, there is a petition in the middle of the car so the driver can’t see us.