Chained Hands (Chained Hearts Duet Book 1) Page 7

  The way he mentioned my uterus hurts me more than I want to admit.

  I never wanted it to be that way.

  I wanted kids.

  Badly.

  I guess now I have to look for a new dream, a new life, because none of what I wanted came true.

  “I can make you forget. Do you want to forget?” I don’t bother looking up at him. Even though I hear him getting up and can feel him coming closer to me. His nearness puts everything in me on high alert.

  Keir pulls out my chair and whips it around as if I weigh nothing, then he reaches for me, lifting me out of it to sit my ass on the table. A stray tear trails down my cheek and he leans in, licking it away.

  I bet it tastes sour.

  Just like all of Dillan’s kisses.

  Bitter and acidic.

  When I finally raise my gaze to find him watching me, waiting for me to tell him to stop, I see want written all over his face. From the way his lips are parted as he stares at me to the way his eyes have darkened just a fraction more.

  My mind is gone from what happens next.

  It’s like I let a piece of me out that’s been locked away and is finally free. I lie back on the table, my hands going to the hem of my nightgown and lifting it up over my hips, exposing my lace panties to him.

  Keir is a patient man, I’ve come to realize, and it seems he likes to meet my needs first.

  Lowering himself, his lips make contact with my thigh and, ever so slowly, he gives me torturous, light kisses along my tingling flesh until he reaches my mound. I hear him breathe me in before he removes my panties. I assist without hesitation by lifting my hips for him and feel them slide down my legs.

  “You want to be my dirty little slut, lollipop?” Before I can answer, his mouth is on me, and I gasp loudly. “Slut.” I hear him call me, and I make no effort to stop him, to tell him not to demean me like that.

  But then again, I somehow like it.

  Never thought that word could turn me on, but it does, and I eagerly buck my hips to meet his mouth. His tongue pleasures every inch of my clit, working it as only he can.

  I wonder who taught him such magical things.

  My body starts to lock, and I know it’s coming. Just before it hits me, he pulls away, leaving my body screaming and wanting more. Keir pulls the zipper of his pants down and now would be the time for me to say no, to move away. Instead, I wiggle down the table, until my ass reaches the edge, and feel him there.

  Now is the time to say no.

  That I do not want to be fucked by him.

  He would stop if I asked.

  I know he would.

  I feel he would.

  So, what do I do? I move down even farther until I’m rubbing myself on him. I see Keir watching my actions intently as he bites his lip, letting out a groan when I moan from the way his cock feels against me. He positions himself at my entrance and then slowly pushes in before lifting my body from the table.

  I wrap my legs around his waist, and he starts walking back to his bedroom. With each and every step he takes, I grind myself into him, craving more friction, but it’s not enough. None of it is enough. I try to move more, but he has me locked in place.

  I was so close.

  So close before, until he removed his mouth, and now that his cock is in me, he’s stopped.

  I’m about ready to groan loudly in frustration when he lays me back on the bed, pulls out of me, and goes to his closet, coming back with what looks like a wand.

  He turns it on, and I hear a zapping sound as he reaches me. His other hand reaches down and touches between my legs then he motions to my nightgown. “Remove it.”

  Somehow, I’ve sobered enough from being drunk off his mouth and shake my head.

  Keir barks out a laugh and walks back to his closet. When he returns, his cock is no longer showing, and he doesn’t have that device in his hand.

  “Figures,” is all he says as he leaves.

  Dropping back onto the bed, I wonder what he was just about to do to me and why I now regret stopping him.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Keir

  Blue balls.

  This bitch is giving me blue balls.

  What the fuck am I supposed to do?

  “Did you just …” Joey trails off as he walks out to where I’m standing. He shakes his head. “You’re fucking her? Since when do you fuck someone you’re meant to kill?”

  “I’ve done it before.”

  Joey shakes his head again at my answer. “This is different, and you know it.”

  I turn to face him. He doesn’t usually argue with me, but I can tell he wants to right now. His face is a light shade of red because he’s pissed.

  “You want to fuck her too?” I ask, smiling. “Good luck to you. Not even I could get it in.” He doesn’t need to know that I did and I pulled out, but it was her who ended it.

  “No, don’t try to change the subject.”

  I hold my hand up at him, and he shuts up the minute I do.

  “When are they coming?” I ask.

  “Tomorrow. And then the following day, their wives.”

  “I fucking hate these days.”

  “It was your idea,” Joey points out, being the smartass he has become over the years.

  I rub my hand down my jaw, noting the slight stubble that’s starting to grow back. I need to shave.

  “Are you going to invite her?”

  I don’t answer, instead, I walk into my room to find her asleep, curled into a ball.

  I’ve had to kill women before and I didn’t think twice about it. I was raised to be a killer—to be as ruthless as humanly possible. I could walk down a street, pull my gun out and shoot you in the head, then sleep soundly that night.

  Your death does not matter to me.

  You do not matter to me.

  The only thing that matters to me is my life.

  And my job.

  Neither would work without the other.

  I left before she woke, and when I come back in later that afternoon to shower and change, she’s sitting on the bed, a plate of fruit in front of her, engrossed in her phone. My hand reaches for her leg, and I give it a tug. Eyes that are so vibrantly green stare back at me.

  “Come wash my back.”

  Without waiting for an answer, I walk to the bathroom. I don’t have to look back to know she’s following me because I know she will. Stripping off my clothes, I step into the shower and feel her come in after me. When I turn, I find her fully clothed under the water as it rains down on both of us. The perks of having a large fucking shower.

  “You should wear your heels tonight,” I tell her, reaching for the soap and handing it to her.

  “They’re rented, I have to send them back tomorrow.” Sailor moves in closer and stands behind me. Her soft hands caress my back as she works the soap over my skin. Her hands are slow, precise, as if she wants to make sure she cleans me thoroughly. “What do you do during the day?”

  “This is my holiday house. I come out here once every month or so to catch up on work and relax.”

  “I wasn’t always like this, you know. If you’d met me before, you wouldn’t even recognize me.” A glance over my shoulder reveals a soft smile on her face.

  “I still would have fucked you.”

  She chuckles at my words while her hand slides down until it’s resting at the top of my ass where she pauses before she moves it lower. As she does, she drops the soap and it’s just her hands touching me, lingering on my skin.

  I lick my teeth before I turn around and grab her ass, lifting her up and slamming her back into the wall. Sailor’s chest arches against me, whimpering when I lean in and kiss my way up to her neck. She lifts her legs and wraps them around my waist while reaching between us, pulling her soaked skirt up and moving her panties to the side. Running her hand through my hair, she pulls me closer to bite at my neck, clamping her teeth together with such force that she might draw blood. I feel her fingers trail down
my chest before they grab my hard cock, inserting it right where she wants me with a gasp of relief.

  She’s needy.

  I like that.

  Needy bitch for my cock.

  I wonder if she wanted her husband’s cock as much as she wants mine because the way her pussy is milking my cock right now, I doubt it very much.

  Needy little bitch.

  Licking my lips, I pull her head back roughly by her wet hair so I can look at her. The hunger I see in her eyes is palpable as her hips grind away on my cock with no inhibitions. Her gaze doesn’t stray as choked moans slip past her lips onto mine. She wants to kiss me—I can feel it—but usually my fucks don’t kiss me, they kiss my cock and that’s it.

  And I need to remember that’s what she is.

  Just a fuck.

  But I’m too slow to stop her.

  That’s a lie.

  I want to let her kiss me.

  Because I know what her pussy tastes like, and if her lips taste just as divine, I’ll gladly take all that she’s offering.

  My hands grip her tight ass as she moves up and down, riding my cock like a good girl against the wall. Then she sticks her tongue out and licks around my own before she presses her tempting lips to mine, demanding I kiss her back.

  And I do, because why the fuck not?

  She’s a nice little reprieve from my life right now. A distraction from what is to come. And what is already here at my doorstep.

  “Little slut,” I say to her as she breaks the kiss, coming on my cock with a screaming moan. She likes dirty words. Maybe I should keep her as my little whore. To fuck whenever I want. But as I look into her eyes, her forehead coming to lean on mine, I know I can’t keep her.

  She was never mine to have in the first place.

  Tonight isn’t meant to include women. That won’t work, though, when I have one living here. By her choice or not. She would stay in her room if I told her to, of that I have no doubt, but what’s the point of having a toy if you can’t show her off?

  Roberto wolf whistles, and I know she’s entered the room. I don’t even have to turn around to know it because I smell her the minute she stands close to me. I make no move to touch her because that’s not what we are.

  Glancing down, those heels I love are on her feet.

  Rented.

  I didn’t even know that was a thing.

  With the amount of money I gave her husband, she shouldn’t need rented shoes.

  Just goes to prove what a dick he actually is.

  “Am I the only woman here?” I can feel her breath tickle the back of my neck as she asks me.

  “Yes. You might want to show a bit more of your tits if you want to stay.” I look between her tits to see her cleavage is indeed showing, but more would be better. Her eyes drop down as well, and she mumbles to me, “I think what I have on is fine.”

  “Suit yourself.”

  A bell is sounded, and everyone heads to the dining room. I place my hand on her lower back and start pushing her in that direction. We’ll drink, we’ll eat, then we’ll drink some more. I’m only allowing her to stay for the eating portion of the evening. After that, she will be told to go back to her room. “Best behavior.”

  She doesn’t reply, just continues looking straight ahead, not acknowledging me.

  “Or I’ll fucking spank you.”

  Her lip twitches, and before I can even think about addressing it, Lucas is there in front of us, stopping her while I keep walking to the table.

  Lucas.

  Yep, Lucas is interesting. A part of the family as is every single person here. But Lucas is a little different, twisted, even more than usual, you might say.

  We used to call him The Joker when we were kids, because of the way The Joker always did that lick of his lips with his fucked-up mouth. That’s what Lucas does.

  “I once kept someone because she smelled too sweet. Cotton candy.” Lucas makes a show at sniffing the air. “But then her smell died, and so did she.” He smiles at Sailor as he speaks, then licks his lips and takes a step closer to her. I think she’s going to scream for help, back away from him, anything to keep her distance. Instead, she leans in close so he can smell her.

  “I smell of musk, probably taste like it too. Let’s ask.” She looks over Lucas’s shoulder and straight at me. “Do I taste like musk?” Every person in the room goes silent at her question, and I can feel them all waiting for my answer.

  “The sweetest,” I reply with a lick of my lips.

  The guys hoot and holler while she winks at me, then looks back to Lucas.

  “Have you had someone who tastes like musk before?” she asks him, and her words pull a surprise smile on my lips. Who is this woman and where has she been hiding? I stare at Sailor as she crosses her legs showcasing that leg full of ink and can’t keep my eyes off it, wondering if I should trace every tattoo line with my tongue.

  “I’m always willing to try.”

  “Lucas.” My voice is stern as I watch him move toward her. I know if he touches her, he will bruise her because Lucas is into pain. Lots of it, he revels in it.

  So do we all.

  But him?

  Well, his lovers end up dead.

  Every. Single. Time.

  No exceptions.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Sailor

  Dinner was interesting. Half the guests are still drinking—it’s something they all do once a month, I was informed—and the other half is slowly getting up to leave.

  “The women are invited tomorrow night. Are you ready to meet them?” The words come from Roberto, who, I might add, speaks to me the most. Sometimes it’s crude comments, but I’ve figured that’s just how he rolls.

  “Am I invited to that?” I ask him but look to Keir. As far as I know, I was only invited for dinner tonight, and I thought even that was a stretch. I can see why, though. It was supposed to be for the men only, and that’s true to form. I guess I could have stayed in his room, but for some reason Keir invited me. And who am I to turn down a nice dinner with his ...

  … whatever they are?

  “You are.”

  I stand, adjusting my skirt as I do, then look around the table. “Goodnight, everyone. Thanks again for dinner and the company.” I leave, not looking back and head straight to his room. When I shut the door behind me, my eyes close as I lean against it. The minute they do, Keir enters my head, and it’s me, up against the shower wall again, his cock inside of me, fucking me exactly how I need to be fucked.

  Pure pleasure.

  And not what I expected, or like anything I’ve had in a long time.

  Opening my eyes, my gaze falls to his closet. I haven’t gone back in there since that day he came out with the mysterious wand-like thing. My days here are coming to an end, and I want to know what it was that I turned down. Opening the first drawer, I find nothing but socks. I move them around to make sure I’m not missing anything, then I do the same with the next drawer’s contents. Nothing. When I crouch down to open the last drawer, my hands pause, and I suck in a quick breath.

  This drawer contains no clothes. No, it’s full of … toys? Reaching for the object he wanted to use on me, I pull it out.

  “It electrifies and will increase the effects of your orgasm.” I almost fall backward as I whip around to see Keir at the door to his closet, observing me. I didn’t even hear him come in he’s so stealthily quiet.

  “You electrify what?” I ask, confused.

  Keir steps over, takes it from my hand and places a glass top on it, then turns it on.

  “Take off your skirt.” I shake my head. “Take it off. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

  “I don’t think you should use … you and trust, in the same sentence,” I add, pulling myself up to stand.

  “You do trust me, though. At least enough to touch your most intimate areas. You like it when I fuck you, both with my mouth and cock. So, drop the fucking skirt and stop being a Puttana.”

 
“Don’t you have a party to be at?” I sass back at him knowing full well what he just called me.

  Keir shakes his head and steps toward me, reaching for my skirt and pulling it down with one hand. I try to evade him, but stop when I decide I do want to try.

  “When did you realize this was your kink?” I ask as he gets down on his knees in front of me. He doesn’t answer, just pulls my panties down, and I step out of them, leaving on my rented heels.

  His mouth moves closer, and he places soft kisses between my legs, then, without warning, his tongue flicks out. I widen my legs a little more to give him better access. I hear the zap but make no move to stop him. I’m still not quite sure what it is but fuck it! I’ve been living a sheltered life for long enough, now is the time to let go.

  “Spread them wider, slut.”

  I do as he says and that’s when I feel it. I jerk away, but he holds me still with one hand on my ass and touches my clit with his toy. It’s soft at first, but I feel it buzz straight through me. Each zap drives little sounds to leave my mouth that I can’t help. The sensations are a mixture of the buzz and then a soothing swipe of his tongue. He does it again and again, making me delirious with pleasure until my knees almost give out, and I’m holding on to his shoulders for dear life as moans I don’t even recognize as my own rip through me.

  He chuckles but manages to catch me as I fall.

  My breathing is rapid, my heart rate rapid.

  What is this man doing to me?

  And why can’t I say no?

  “Sleep, now.”

  I don’t fight it.

  Not sure if I could if I wanted to.

  That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.

  And I want to do it all again.

  It’s early, but the sun is slowly rising as splinters of light shine through the window. As my feet touch the floor, I realize I’m still dressed in my skirt from last night which I slipped back on, just with no panties underneath. I’m alone in the bedroom, but the sound of footsteps echo outside the door. I get up to investigate and Roberto’s standing there talking to someone in a hushed tone.