Description
She needs to behave, or I’ll be forced to punish her.
Delaney Underwood is sexy as hell, with a killer body, wicked smile, and a spoiled rotten demeanor. She's a pampered rich girl, thinking she can get anything she wants, whenever she wants.
It pisses me off. I've struggled to survive, and I have the scars to prove it. Delaney’s going to make me a wealthy man, once her parents pay to get their precious angel back.
But every time I look at those sassy lips, I wanna put them to good use. Delaney has gotten under my skin and she knows it. Even before I took her hostage, she'd somehow managed to work her way into my blood, and my heart hammers harder in my chest every time she stares daggers in my direction.
She's craving someone like me in her life, whether she knows it or not, and with every bratty outburst, a part of me calls out to discipline her. She needs to be taught a lesson.
And I need her, all to myself. I promised to ransom her off, but once I have a taste of her sweet curves, I'm keeping her to myself.
She’s the hitman’s hostage and she’ll learn to love it.
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Teaser…
“Hola,” I say sweetly, taking a spot beside him, leaning on the railing. “What are you doing way over here?”
The guy hesitates before looking down at me, as though he can’t be bothered. But I catch the little flicker in his eyes when he does meet my gaze. He’s interested, even if he doesn’t want to show it.
“I doubt that’s any of your business,” the guy answers coolly, and the accent peppering his words isn’t Spanish, but I can’t quite place it. I’m a little taken aback by his words and the casual dismissal.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to bother you,” I reply, batting my eyelashes and biting my lip apologetically. “You just looked lonely.”
“And you’re just the girl to change my mood, are you?” he says, turning to face me with a hint of a challenge in his expression. “You think just because you’re a pretty little thing, I’m just going to fall all over you, yes?”
I’m stunned, the words falling dead in my throat.
Then, the guy gives me a roguish, charming grin and holds out his hand for me to shake.
“Darios. And you are?”
“Delaney,” I answer, shaking his hand.
“You look like you could use another drink,” he says. “What’s your poison, genatsvale?”
“I’ve been doing rum shots,” I answer. He scoffs.
“Not anymore,” Darios says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and guiding me toward the little makeshift bar area to pour me a drink, the contents of which I don’t even recognize. But when I sip it, I’m immediately shocked by a wave of warmth through my body.
“What is this?” I ask innocently. But he merely gives me a bemused smirk and pulls me onto the dance floor, his hands sliding down to my waist. I never let anyone manhandle me quite like this — usually I need to be in control. But something about this guy has knocked me off-kilter. Something about his quietly powerful presence, his piercing dark eyes and sharp, handsome face… he looks like trouble, and I’m ready to give into it. For once.
As we move together to the music, he pulls me closer, his muscular body sliding against mine while he leans down to gently brush his lips along the shell of my ear. A shiver travels down my spine and he laughs quietly, cruelly, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
Over the course of the night we dance this way, our bodies moving together in the balmy summer night, neither of us talking very much at all. We don’t need words. And I realized quickly that this guy isn’t like the boys back home. He’s older, more sophisticated… darker. He can’t be so easily manipulated by the flutter of my lashes or the sweetness of my voice. It’s admittedly a little frightening to think that I’m not the one with the upper hand, but at the same time, I can’t deny how exhilarating it feels to finally meet someone who challenges me.
And he makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.
My body is starting to tingle and feel weak, exhausted by the combination of jet lag, a busy day, and hours of dancing and drinking. I surrender control, letting Darios hold me up, his artful hands deftly guiding me around the dancefloor, gripping my waist and my hips with a sense of control I’ve never allowed anyone to hold over me.
By the time the party is beginning to wind down, I’m more than ready to give up that most precious gift that I’ve been keeping secret and safe for years: my virginity. For even though I dated Brandon for years, and even though he pressured me incessantly to give it up, I never let him convince me. I’ve guarded my heart and my body obsessively all this time, but now… I want to let it go. It just feels right. And I know without a doubt that Darios is worthy.
The music fades away and the men start packing up. Darios whispers in my ear, “You girls wait here while we take everything downstairs. Give us a few minutes and then come down. We’ll get the cars ready to go.”
I can only nod, my mind fuzzy with alcohol and desire.
My friends look to be in similar states of mind, all of them bleary-eyed but excited. Megan trudges over and rests her head on my shoulder. “This is the best night ever,” she says.
“I think I might sleep with that guy I was dancing with,” Lyssa hisses.
“We’re all getting laid tonight,” Caitlin remarks devilishly.
Even me, I think to myself. After a few minutes, we head downstairs, all of us exhausted but spurred on by adrenaline and awe. When the elevator doors open and we step out into the quiet, dark lobby, nobody is in sight. For a moment, I wonder sadly if maybe the guys ditched us, after all.
But then there’s a chorus of ominous clicks, a glint of light hitting metal in a complete circle around the four of us. “What the hell?” I whisper, looking around in confusion.
From the darkness, all the men step forward holding guns, which are held straight out, aimed directly at the four of us. Darios walks a few steps closer until he stands directly in front of me. Giving me a terrifyingly handsome smile, he says, “We had a really good time with you girls tonight, but the party doesn’t have to end yet. In fact, we’re just going to switch venues. Follow us out, be quiet, behave yourselves, and nobody has to get hurt. Yet.”