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“Lorenzo,” she whispered.

“Oh. Him.” I frowned. How the hell did she know his name?

She hesitated, squinting at me. “…Are you really going to kill him?”

“No.” My frown deepened. “I have no reason to kill him.”

Not yet, at least. He still had some worth to us.

Sadie let out a breath. One she’d clearly been holding in.

“That’s a relief. But what happened with Zain is exactly what Vince warned me about. Why it’s risky for anything to happen between us,” she continued, dropping her gaze. “Zain used me against you, and I was so worried about you getting hurt that I almost didn’t want you to come save me.”

I could only stare at her. She’d been tied to a chair, with a man cutting her shirt off, and she’d been worried aboutme?

I couldn’t remember the last time someone had been worried about me. Ever.

It made the urge to touch her even stronger, and I couldn’t resist stepping closer to slide a hand around the nape of her neck. “I’ll always come for you, Sadie.”

Her nose scrunched, and she still wouldn’t look at me. “You shouldn’t have to.”

“Says who? If it were the other way around, I have no doubt you’d come for me, too.” Tucking my thumb under her chin, I tilted it up so she had to look at me. My lips twitched. “Probably with your Happy Tails crew and broom in tow.”

That pulled a small reluctant smile out of her. “I would, Dav. I would come for you, too.”

My chest didn’t snap like I’d come to expect around her. Instead, it cracked wide open. “Then let’s get one thing straight. I don’t give a shit about Vince’s opinion of us. He has no say in who I date.”

“That’s what I said!” she cried, before biting her lip. Her gaze turned shy. “Wait… Does that mean you still want to date me?”

A smirk slipped through. “Sweetheart, maybe you didn’t hear me on that call, but I want to do a lot more than date you.”

My candor was worth it when her eyes lit up.

“Good,” she whispered, cheeks turning that appealing shade of pink. “That’s good.Reallygood, actually, because the feeling is definitely mutual.”

Stifling a laugh, I pressed my lips to her forehead and lingered there. I hadn’t wanted to stop touching her since I rescued her.

“Hey.” Sadie frowned up at me as I drew back. “You missed.”

I raised a brow, and her frown morphed into a sweet smile before she reached for my neck. She tugged me down to kiss her lips, and I took full advantage—deepening the kiss and pulling her into my arms.

It was only natural to ease her backward until her ass met the bumper of the SUV. Lifting her and holding her against the trunk was the next logical move—if only to get better access to those sweet, delectable lips.

She clung to me, pulling me closer and demanding more, which I was only happy to give as a fierce hunger gripped me.

Sadie might’ve seemed harmless at first look, but in reality, she was a whole different brand of trouble than I was used to. Unexpected, unpredictable, and straight up intoxicating. It was so easy to get lost in her—which had led to a few oversights on my part.

One example being I was so distracted kissing her, I almost didn’t hear the hundred-plus-pound beast sprinting flat out down the street, straight toward us.

party crashers

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Sadie

Sadie’s Guide toHostage-TakingBeing Taken HostageForming a Partnership with Your HostageEmbracing the Hostage LifestyleNot Freaking OutEscapingBeing Taken Hostage (Again), Tip #34: Celebratory kisses are an underrated perk of being rescued by your ex-hostage.

The horny demon had won again.

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