Shackled Hearts (Chained Hearts Duet 4)

“Tell me, who is a bad girl?” I feel his cock straining against my stomach.

“Me.” I pause, then add, “Daddy.” His hand comes down and rubs circles before it drops and finds my entrance, which is wet for him. He inserts a finger and then pulls it out, I moan, and he lifts me, placing me on his lap so I’m straddling him.

“Ride my cock like the good naughty little bitch I know you are.”

“Bitch?” I question, raising a brow as I hover over him.

He moves forward to touch my lips, and I bite at him as I lower myself. His mouth opens in surprise against my lips, and he stays rock still.

“What are you doing, mia per sempre?”

“I’m making you my bitch, Lucas Rossi.”

“Marry me.”

“Ask me when I come, and I’ll think about it.”

“Mission accepted.”

He didn’t ask, but as we lie here exhausted, my body riddled with everything that is him, I roll over and place my hand on his chest.

“I want to try something, and I need you not to react. Don’t ruin it.”

His hand finds my thigh as I climb back on top of him while he lies back. He strokes my skin as I lean down, my lips a hair’s breadth away from his. The lines of his mouth are precise, and his lips are full, pink, and ready to be kissed.

But am I ready? This is the real question.

“Mia per sempre,” he says his pet name for me, and my hand hovers over the tattoo that reads just that.

“Stay still,” I tell him as he moves his hips, so his cock is at my entrance.

“As you say.” His eyes drop to my lips, and I wonder what he thinks when he looks at them.

Does he want to kiss me?

I’ve only ever wanted to kiss his lips.

What does that mean?

My lips touch his barely, just a feather-light touch. They feel so soft under mine. I move down farther until our mouths meet fully. I kiss him, mouth closed, and he kisses me back. The hand that was on my thigh is now on my ass, pushing me down to him. His lips open ever so slightly, and tingles fly away in my belly at his touch.

He kisses so softly.

When he is so hard in life.

His lips feel like they mark every part of me with only the slightest of touches.

Kissing Lucas Rossi would be a mistake because I knew once I’d had a taste, I couldn’t go back.

Whenever we fight now, he kisses me.

Whenever he sees me, he kisses me.

Lucas never stops stealing my kisses.

That night sealed my fate.

I’m marrying a serial killer, and I don’t even care.