Cuffed

mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light bdsm, gun play, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion* This is the story of 40-year-old LA SWAT officer, Deacon Street; a single father to a sixteen-year-old son, with a dark secret who joins a dating app at the hands of his friend, to help him out of the dark depression he's been in since his wife left him. Myla Harrington, a 21-year-old tutor by day and dancer by night, gets a message on a dating app from Deacon and replies, unknowingly realizing the mysterious man she matched with is the father of one of the kids she tutors. After Myla gets her heart broken, she cuts off the dating world, until Deacon shows up, that is. Can these two dark, lost souls find love with each other? Can Deacon open up to Myla and let her in, and will Myla be able to do the same? When a dark secret comes to light, will Myla run for t

For mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light bdsm, gun play, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion*DeaconEven though I had a late night, I still had to come to HQ today for a short shift, managing the recruits who are trying out for thirty-squad, which is my motherfucking squad. Usually, Carter handles them but I did him another fucking solid since the bastard was hungover this morning. My first date is with Myla tonight and it's the only fucking thing I've been able to think about since our little erotic tinder date we had last night."Fuck, she was perfect in every sense of the damn word.""Uh, dad, who are you talking to?"I pull my shirt over my head and turn around to see my son standing there, changing out of his gym clothes. He came along with me this morning to work out in our gym, he usually does when he's not with his friends or out of school

mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion*DeaconAnother week has flown by in the blink of a fücking eye, since my last date with Myla.It feels like I haven't seen her in months, though.We've been talking religiously on fücking Tinder, from the moment our eyes open in the morning, to the time they close for bedtime, and I still can't get enough of her. She's got me feeling things I've never felt before, even with my ex-wife, and I'm not exactly sure how to process all the shït floating around in my fücking head. I'm trying, though; I'm trying hard to let down my steel walls and let her inside little by little. I wasn't expecting it to be this hard, though; then again, nothing is ever easy, is it?"Come on, old man. Are you ready for this or what?"My son gets my attention as he slides into the driver

For mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your discretion*DeaconMyla and I sit here in her fucking bed, trying to catch our fucking breath before we start the fucking talk we've been trying to postpone for as long as fucking possible. Neither of us wants to do it, but we know it has to be done if we plan on seeing each other. All I can smell is sex and Myla's arousal as it wafts thickly through the atmosphere. I wrap my arms around her naked flesh, loving the way the softness of it feels under my hand; it's like it was made for me to touch. This girl has my fucking head in shambles and I can't quite seem to break through the motherfucking chaos. She smiles at me when I steal a glance at her, and the same cute, shy blush spreads across her cheeks again. I'm pretty sure we're both well fucking past being shy around eac

MylaI've been awake for a while now, just laying here watching Deacon sleep. watching his perfectly sculpted chest rise and fall with each breath he takes. Light snores echo around in the air and sometimes a whimper or murmur here and there like he's having a nightmare or something of the sort. I have them almost every night, but I've learned how to cope with them over time so they're not as bad anymore. Although, I do have bad days just like everyone else and they torture my soul.Deacon makes everything easier. He comforts me like no one has ever done before. It makes me afraid to let him go, so I'm doing my best to hold onto him like he's my fücking property or something. And besides, how can I let him go when he fucks me the way he does?He owns every damn part of my body when he's inside of me like he's my fücking maker, my ruler... my master, or something.I don't exist outside of Deacon, I'm just there, but when I'm with him, I finally feel like I exist. This was the first mor