Sinful Hands (Chained Hearts Duet 3)

“I went to Disneyworld,” I tell him with a smile that I can’t help. Even if the day ended terribly, it was a memory I’ll have forever.

“Are you joking? Your new boss took you?” He sounds surprised by the tone of his voice and his raised eyebrows that are almost touching his hairline.

“Lucas did,” I say, biting my cheek.

“Well, guess we both got something we didn’t expect today.” He chuckles as he walks away.

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A weekend away swirls with rumors.

It seems that where she goes, he follows.

I wonder how long it will last before he finds a new flavor, a new smell, he becomes fascinated with.

Because we all know it’s coming.

Nothing and no one ever lasts long.

19

Lucas

“Have you heard from your father?” Keir asks me. We left his house after the weekend, and he asked that I come visit him during the week. He’s sitting in his new office, which is not far from where he lives with his family, and waits for me to answer. “Lucas?” he bites out.

“No, I haven’t since last year.” It’s a lie, but I don’t want to tell him the truth.

Keir assesses me, like he can taste the deception in the air.

Hell, maybe he can.

“I heard he’s gone quiet,” Keir states. “Which we know is never a good thing for your father.”

“I’m aware.”

Where my mother is easy, normal, my father is the exact opposite. He’s dark, fucked-up, moody, and generally a bastard. I have a vivid memory of him hiring a prostitute for me when I was fourteen. He’d told me I was a man now and needed to know how to fuck like one.

My father is addicted to sex. He’s had issues all his life. Never was he faithful to my mother, and from what I had heard, he liked it rough. So when he deemed me old enough, he made a woman get on her knees and give me a blowjob. I knew what it was, but I had never been touched by a woman before, let alone had one give me head. Then my father instructed me to fuck her, and I was not to leave my room until I did.

I asked her to lie and tell him we’d fucked because I didn’t want to do it; I didn’t want my first time to be like that. She shook her head, then proceeded to take off all her clothes before she lay on my bed.

Naked.

My cock responded, and she told me to come to her. I only knew what to do from the few pornos I’d watched. After it was done, she was killed, and my father took me to Keir’s father, telling him I was a man now and I could work for him. From then on out, my world has never been the same.

I grew accustomed to hookers, love them, actually. They showed me a new world of pleasure. I became…addicted. Then I worked out and grew muscles as I got older. I didn’t need to pay for sex. I was attractive and had hit puberty, came into my own.

It was then my father started to resent me. You hear of stories where the mother hates the daughter for her looks, well, my father did that with me. Because he was always attractive growing up, he could reel women in with a simple smile, then would fuck them away.

I don’t hate my father for what he did to me, what he turned me into.

Sex and killing—it was all I was taught, and it’s what I grew up to think of as normal. So when I fucked a woman and killed her after, it was completely typical for me.

Until Keir became boss.

He showed me that it didn’t have to be like that, and that I didn’t have to do it that way. I still like to kill, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t kill my women so much anymore.

I collect them.

And I’ve collected a few.

Some are still breathing, some not so much.

Focusing back on Keir, I see him watching me.

“You can’t kill her…” He looks me square in the eye. “… You’re aware of that, right?” he bites out, leaving the topic of my father alone. “She’s my employee.”

“Why did you hire her?” I ask.

“Because you look at her the way I looked at Sailor. Like I couldn’t work her out, but I wanted to.” He glances down at his cell. “Now, tell me you won’t kill her.”

I push up from the chair and walk to his door. “Goodnight, boss,” I say, smirking as I walk out.

“Lucas,” he warns.

I laugh at his tone as I walk to my car. As I put the key in the ignition, I hear the click of the safety on a gun and hate the fact I didn’t look in the back seat.