Wrapped in Chains
Chains
Her smartass mouth and those baby blues had a lot to do
with it. She made it apparent as hell she isn’t scared to put us in our
place. Fuck if that wasn’t a turn on. I don’t remember the exact time I
started loving Leia. It just happened.
Now she’s approaching her
twentieth birthday and it’s getting harder everyday to resist her. So
hard in fact that I stupidly slammed my lips against hers, and it made
everything worse. She’s now at the forefront of my mind, every night,
and every day.
Not only is she in my damn head, but everywhere I
turn. Not that I’m complaining. I don’t mind going around a corner and
seeing the way her cheeks flush a rosy red at the mere sight of me.
There’s one problem, she’s starting to look at me with hope in her eyes.
The
kiss alone was reason enough for my Prez, Riggs, to put a piece of lead
through my skull. Why? ‘Cause the Prez’s sister is off limits.
Leia
Being
the president’s sister means I’m constantly being cock blocked. I mean,
how many girls my age are still virgins at nineteen?
Riggs is
the classic older brother with his protective ways and how he’s
overbearing as hell. He knows my every move, sometimes even before I’ve
made it. And if he isn’t on my back, then one of his club members sure
as hell is.
That’s where Chains comes into play. He’s the club’s
Enforcer, and the man tasked to be my new bodyguard. He’s ten years
older than I am and takes his role way too seriously.
Little
does he know I’m ready to cut loose and shove his protection, as well as
his club, right where the sun doesn’t shine. I want a life, and I’m
determined to get it.
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