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Chapters (42)
  1. Cover
  2. Painful
  3. Books By S.C. Stephens
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Acknowledgments
  42. About the Author

Her cheeks were flushed, but she bit her lip and nodded. My eyes traveled over her face as I trailed my fingers down her arm; she shivered under my touch. Her lips parted as her eyes stayed locked on mine. Intently staring at her, I slipped one cuff around her wrist, gently closing it. A soft gasp escaped her, and my body surged with need. Damn… Still intently watching her face, I took the other cuff…and closed it around my own wrist.

Her brows bunched as she looked down at what I’d just done. “I’m no expert, but I don’t think this is how it’s supposed to go,” she said, a little breathless.

My grin widened as I studied her. “If you’re going to be locked to anything, I want it to be me.”

She gave me a soft smile, then shook her head as she looped her free arm around my neck. “You’re absolutely ridiculous,” she told me, interlacing the fingers of our locked hands.

I nodded as I bent to find her lips. “I know.”

She laughed as she sat down on the bed. I laughed as I had no choice but to follow her. Our bodies collided, and we stretched out in my bed—in our bed. With one pair of hands locked together, I could only explore her with the other. It was a fun challenge, one that eventually led to her begging me to take her. I kissed her as I pressed inside her, and she moaned in my mouth. Her locked hand jerked away from me, like she wanted to hold me, and I ripped the stupid thing off so she could. Her arms wrapped around me as our pace quickened. Her breath was fast in my ear, and I knew she was close. Then I felt her stiffen, and her fingers raked down my back. Fuck, I loved that. I was coming a second after her, groaning as the waves of bliss washed over me.

Kiera’s arms and legs were firmly wrapped around me as she recovered. “I think we cheated,” she murmured, briefly lifting her freed wrist.

A soft laugh escaped me as I kissed her collarbone. “I don’t fucking care,” I muttered.

She smirked at me, then grinned and shook her head. “I love you,” she told me.

Moving to her side, I pulled her to my chest. “I love you too,” I said, nestling into her warm, wonderful skin.