Chained Hands (Chained Hearts Duet 1)

My favorite candy growing up was a pink Starburst—she tastes similar, but the flavor is a whole lot better.

Fuck, I can’t get enough.

I wonder how long I’ll keep her around until I do kill her.

“I’m not fucking you again. Now or ever.”

Okay, maybe I’ll kill her sooner rather than later.

She shakes her head, opens the front door, and waves for me to get out.

“Kiss me and I’ll leave.”

“I’m not kissing you.”

“Why?”

“Because you are a psycho-fucking-path.”

I raise a brow. “You fucked this psychopath multiple times and loved it every time. Now, kiss me, or I’m not fucking leaving.”

“You don’t even like me,” she manages to say.

“You’re right, but you are for sure fuckable, and it’s one of the reasons you aren’t dead.”

“My pussy saved my life, how fucking poetic.” She rolls her eyes, then leans forward. I stop her with a finger to her lips. It doesn’t escape her notice that I used the finger that was inside of her.

“You better make me believe it, or I’m coming back in.”

“Sailor?”

“Give me a minute,” she yells back to Ellie.

“I despise the ground you walk on,” she spits through gritted teeth before she leans in and her soft, lush lips touch mine. I grab her ass, pulling her to me, and she tries to swat my hand away while her lips press against mine. She demands entrance into my mouth, and I give it to her, pushing my hard cock into her through our clothes. She moans ever so slightly as she kisses me. It’s not her usual kiss, this one is full of passionate hate. And all the other good things too.

This is the type of kiss that could change my heart.

If I let it.

But lucky for her, I’ve had years of practice with ignoring those softer emotions, and a beautiful girl with some sweet pussy and an attitude to match cannot break me.

Not possible.

Never!

I hope.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Sailor

He bites at my lip as he pulls away, and I forget for a second why I’m angry at him. Just for a second before I push him away from me, and he finally leaves.

His lips are red from my lips and his cock is hard from my touch.

I am wet. And a part of me hates the fact he turns me on.

He’s dangerous, sexy, and lethal. Plus, he’s a stone-cold killer. And one I’ve fucked more than once. The problem is … I enjoyed every second of it.

“Leave. Now.”

“I’ll be back later. I’ll let myself in.”

What the fuck! My eyes widen and my hands make a fist without thinking twice. “No.” I shake my head.

“We haven’t finished.”

And I know what he’s talking about.

He thought after a kiss like that I would gladly spread my legs again.

Wrong.

So wrong.

All of the levels wrong.

“No.” I push his chest until he’s out the door then shut it. “Goodbye, Keir.” He chuckles as I lock the door, and just as I do, my father rounds the corner. While my mother doesn’t always make sense, my father does.

“You sure know how to pick them, Sailor.”

See, sense.

“I didn’t pick him,” I say. “It’s Dillan’s mess that now I’m stuck cleaning up.”

“You shouldn’t tease a man of his level of power. He’s in the mafia, correct? I did hear that right?”

I nod.

“Where do you want to go? I’ll book you a plane ticket tonight.”

“Will you come?” I ask him.

“No, you know your mother can’t fly.”

It’s the reason why they travel by camper van.

“Thank you, but I have to deal with this, or it will never go away.”

My father only nods before he comes over to kiss me. “I don’t have much money, but what I do have is yours.” He taps my head. “Stay away from him. I saw the way he watches you. It’s not just the money that man wants, remember that.”

“Who the hell is this dumb bitch?” My mother bursts around the corner with Ellie following her. “Telling me she was living in your home, got your ring?”

I roll my eyes at Ellie.

Really?

Time and place, dude.

These are not the people to tell your sob story to—there’s a new level of stupidity in town and her name is Ellie.

“Dillan and I ended it a week ago.”

“She said she’s been with him for months.”

I shrug. For all I know, she was.

“If he wasn’t dead, I would kill him myself,” my mother says, crossing her arms over her chest. It’s where I get that habit from and something I can’t seem to break myself from.

“Dillan was a good man,” Ellie pipes in and starts crying again.

“Yeah, sweetheart, so good he owed money to the mafia, cheated on his wife, and God knows what else. Did I get all that right?” my mother snaps at me.

“Yes.”

“Anything else?” my father asks.

“I have to sell this place within the next week to pay back the money Dillan owes to the mafia.”