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Chained Hands (Chained Hearts Duet 1)

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“I bet you talk this sweet to all the ladies.” The smile that sits on her face is sadistic, and that fucking shit turns me on even more.

I reach for the knife, but she grabs it before I can, and in one swift movement has it against my neck. “How about you lie down while I fuck you.”

What the fuck?

I could take the knife from her—it would be easy. But I can see the malice in her eyes. She wants this, and how can I say no to a good fuck?

She pushes me to lie back, the knife edge sharp on my neck as she straddles me. I feel her grind on my leg, her pussy ready and waiting.

Then she does something I don’t expect. She moves down my body, her ass on my lower legs, the knife sliding down with her until it’s near my cock. I’m about to move her, but, fuck, she digs it in, letting me know if I move, my cock will be sliced and diced.

Evil fucking bitch.

“Do you think you bleed red?” she asks in a taunting tone, pressing it in a bit deeper. I bite my lip, careful not to move and take that knife from her little fucking hand to slice open her throat for being such a sadistic bitch. I choose not to answer as she lowers her mouth to my cock and takes me in.

The knife presses into my thigh, and I feel the pinch as it draws blood, but I’m too lost in her fucking mouth to care.

No one draws my blood.

They are not that stupid. They wouldn’t even try.

This little bitch between my legs doesn’t seem the least bit perturbed by her recklessness.

It’s like she’s forgotten who I am.

What I can do to her.

How I would take great pleasure in watching the blood drain from her body.

As she slides her mouth down on me again, I tear the knife from her hand. But she’s quick—quicker than I expected—and pops off my cock to climb my body, taking the knife back. And before I know it, the blade is at my neck as she straddles me.

“Put yourself in me.”

“You’ve got some nerve.”

“Hey, you plan to kill me anyway, so what’s the harm?” she says right over my mouth, surprising me by digging the knife into my flesh.

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.”

Chapter Sixteen

Sailor

He brings out the bad side of me, the one I put away many years ago. Dillan, for all his lewdness, brought out a softer, more placid side in me. I wanted to be perfect for him, not myself, and I thought that was a good thing. That I had changed and wasn’t such an impertinent bitch anymore. But as Keir looks up at me in shock, I wonder if it was such a smart thing to do.

Should I have pushed that side of myself down?

I was a different person.

I had a different life.

The life Dillan offered me was a better one than the one I had been living. It provided more opportunity instead of the bloodshed of what I was used to.

Yet here I am, back in the damn thick of it.

Bleeding on top of America’s most dangerous man, letting him fuck me.

Correction, I’m fucking him.

Watching him closely as he watches me with amusement.

Completely bewildered.

Like he can’t quite work out who I am.

Hey, dude, newsflash! Neither can I.

That’s the issue here, isn’t it?

And, well, the fact that the man whose cock is inside of me plans to kill me anyway.

So, why am I letting him share my body and steal it for his own pleasure?

Fucked if I know.

Maybe because his cock is great. His lips are magical, and his tongue talented.

I used to want to change myself and what I did. Then I met Dillan and liked myself just a little. Then I began to hate myself even more when I realized who I was married to.

I had dreams of having a normal life—married with kids and a home—the whole white picket fence and all that bullshit. But that’s very different from what I knew in my teens and early twenties.

As I look down at Keir, I wonder if he would have liked the old me if he knew her. Not the placid one who did everything her husband said. She was a shell of a person. Dillan made me a shadow of who I once was.

I don’t hate who I used to be.

I kind of miss her.

“Little slut.”

I want to slap his face as hard as I can. Instead, I dig the knife into his neck a little deeper until I see the first drop of blood. He grinds his teeth, and faster than I can process, he takes the knife from me and throws it across the room, then flips me over, lifts me by the hips, and fucks me like I’m his world.



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