Chained (Chained Duet #2) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: Chained Duet Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
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I leaned up and pressed my lips to his. He released a soft growl and deepened the kiss. I moaned softly in the back of my throat, wishing to everything fucking holy that my leg wasn’t injured right then so he could take me to a back room and fuck me senseless, giving me a proper goodbye.

He pulled back from me all too soon, and with one last, longing look at me, he turned on his heel and walked out of the clubhouse.

10

It had been a month since I’d been staying at Hell’s Mayhem where Damien felt that I would be more protected. My leg was doing a hell of a lot better, and I was walking around mostly normal now.

And I missed Damien a hell of a lot.

“Hayley, I need to you take some beers out to the guys outside,” Linda—Walker’s old lady—told me as she stepped into the kitchen where I was currently grabbing a beer out of the fridge for myself.

I rolled my eyes. “They’re doing nothing but scratching their balls and watching the prospects fight. Why can’t they come get them themselves?” I asked in aggravation.

She barked out a laugh at my words. “Come on, help me,” she told me as she moved to the other fridge where most of the beer and open alcohol bottles were kept.

With a huff in aggravation, I set my beer down on the countertop and grabbed a case of beer, carrying it outside as she followed behind me. I set it down on the ground by the cooler and popped open the lid, putting the cans in the ice. I heard someone’s car pull into the lot, but I didn’t pay it any mind. It was normal for random people to show up when the club was hosting fight night.

Someone placed their hands on my hips, pulling my ass roughly back against them. I clenched my jaw as I stood up straight. “Damn, woman, this is some ass you’ve got back here,” one of the men commented.

I swung around to face the man, my eyes glaring up at him in a silent warning to back the fuck up. “Hey, man, that’s Damien Parrish’s woman. Might want to back off,” Walker warned the man.

He instantly held his hands up in a defensive gesture, instantly backing away from me at the mention of Damien’s name. “Yeah, because if I catch your hands anywhere near my woman again, I’ll smile in your fucking face as I chop every single one of your fingers off,” Damien barked as he strode up, Miles right behind him.

A grin stretched my lips at the sight of him. Damien quickly returned my smile, and he pulled me against him the second he neared me. His head descended, his lips sensually molding to mine. I moaned softly and curved my body into his as I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers sliding into his hair.

He slowly pulled back from me before he opened his eyes, locking their beautiful, dark depths on my blue ones. “Hey, darlin’,” he breathed.

I softly smiled up at him, so fucking happy to have him back with me. “Missed you,” I admitted.

Damien hadn’t been back for a couple of weeks. Mark had been sniffing around hard, and he didn’t want to alert Mark to my location. I had understood, but it didn’t mean that I missed him any less.

I leaned back and ran my eyes over him, my eyes widening when I saw the blood stains he had on his shirt. “What happened?” I demanded as I looked back up at him. When we first got together, the sight of blood covering his clothes had freaked me out. In fact, it had left me twisted up inside to know he was hurting and killing people.

Now, I didn’t even bat an eye.

“Miles and I hit some trouble on the way here,” he told me. I clenched my jaw. That wasn’t the kind of answer I was looking for, and he knew it. Damien sighed. “We could both definitely use a shower,” he evaded. He reached up and ran his thumb over my cheek. “I’ll explain everything to you when we’re inside.”

I nodded and grabbed his hand in mine, pulling him into the clubhouse after me. He stripped out of his shirt as soon as he reached my room, going into the bathroom as I locked the room door behind us.

My eyes landed on his muscular back, and I sucked in a sharp breath of air, my nerve endings curling with desire and need as I drank him in. His muscles flexed with every move he made, and I had to resist the urge to practically beg him to come back into the bedroom and fuck me like he used to four years ago.

He turned to look at me as he reached for his jeans, and I licked my lips at the sight of his hard eight-pack. “Baby girl, don’t do that if you don’t want me to have you screaming my name,” he warned me.



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