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. F*ck 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 c*ck 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.