Chained Hands (Chained Hearts Duet 1) - Page 41

But Sailor?

Well, she does nothing but smile.

“Shoot me! Get it over and done with.” She doesn’t hesitate and steps forward until her chest touches the barrel of my gun.

“Sailor!” her father screams.

“Why would I waste such a pretty face?” I angle the gun down to her leg, and she follows its movement. “But I can waste a perfectly good leg.” I turn the safety off, expecting her to have cracked by now. Instead, she’s still smiling at me—no, more like smirking. I bet if I touched between her legs right now, she’d be wet.

Actually, I’d bet my life on it.

I drag the gun up slowly and run it over her pubic bone before I get to her chest. “Or a kidney. You can live with one of those.”

“Say something, Sailor,” her father pleads.

“Yeah, say something, Sailor.” I lean forward until our noses touch.

She takes a deep centering breath, her smile resting against my lips. “Fuck off, Keir.”

I pull the gun back, flick the safety back on, and pocket it. “I think I’ll stay.” Quickly kissing her lips, I stride past her stunned parents and into the kitchen, then open the fridge to grab myself a drink. No one utters a word for several moments. They seem to be shocked silent.

“You always had an inkling towards the bad crowd … the bad boys,” her mother finally says. “Always in and out of juvie as a kid. I thought you’d changed.”

My brow raises at her mother’s words. And when I look to Sailor to confirm it, she rolls her eyes.

“I have changed, Mother. I grew up.”

“Well, how do you explain this?” Her mother points in my direction like I am some sort of scum she wants to eradicate from her bathroom floor.

“That …” she points to me as well, “… is all Dillan’s fault for making deals with the mafia. It’s me who has to clean up his damn mess.”

“Sailor, you shouldn’t speak ill of the dead.” Her mother shakes her head like she just isn’t getting a word of what her daughter is saying through her thick skull.

“What kind of trouble did you get into?” I ask, smiling and taking a sip from a bottle of water I grabbed from the fridge.

“None of your damn business, Keir,” she spits at me.

“You name it, she was in trouble for it. Drugs, robbery, attempted murder.”

Well, fuck! I raise an eyebrow at her mother’s words.

“I didn’t get charged for that,” Sailor yells at her.

“No, and you’re lucky you didn’t. You can thank your father and his lawyer for not having a record.” Her mother crosses her arms over her chest. “And now look at you, back at it again. Did you not learn anything?”

“So, my good girl was a bad girl. Interesting.”

Incredibly interesting.

She’s intriguing, I will give her that fact.

I wonder if Dillan knew all about this wild side.

“Did Dillan know?”

“No. She begged us not to tell him anything. She didn’t want him to know. It’s why we rarely saw them. And when we did, it was short and impersonal. Sailor made sure of that, right?” Her mother sounds resentful, and it resounds through every single word she utters. The disdain she has for her child is tangible, the air now thick with cynicism.

“You didn’t even like Dillan,” Sailor bites back.

“True, he was a worm hidden in a butterfly shell. Now, you better listen to me when I say … stay far away from this one too.” Her mother points to me again, her lip curling up on one side in a snarl. “That right there! That’s nothing but trouble.”

“Too right,” I agree, then Sailor’s rage-filled, beautiful eyes fall to me.

“You can leave now.”

“No. Ellie wants me to stay, don’t you?” My eyes fixate on the woman who had been fucking Dillan, without the knowledge that any of this was going on around her. I would say she’s one hundred percent gullible, but then again Dillan was a mighty good con artist.

“I-I-I …” She doesn’t say anything else.

“All good. I think I might leave. Sailor, walk me out.” I nod to her parents with a huge smile. “Lovely meeting you both.” The smile should be enough for them to know I have no more time for this nonsense playing out in front of me.

They both silently watch me as I walk to the door. When Sailor and I are out of sight, I slam her body against the wood of the door before I slide my fingers down her jeans and into her panties. “I knew it,” I say, leaning in and biting her jawline.

She pushes at my chest. “Get the fuck off me, you asshole. And out of me,” she hisses out so she isn’t loud enough for her parents to overhear.

“We could go to my car and solve both our issues right now. I mean, you do owe me for not killing you.” She pushes at me again, so I pull my fingers free and slide them into my mouth.

Tags: T.L. Smith Chained Hearts Duet Erotic
Source: readsnovelonline.net
readsnovelonline.net Copyright 2016 - 2024