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Sadie’s Guide toHostage-TakingBeing Taken HostageForming a Partnership with Your HostageEmbracing the Hostage LifestyleNot Freaking OutEscapingBeing Taken Hostage (Again)Falling for Your Hostage, Tip #37: When a mafia boss claims you as his, embrace it. Revel in it. Count your lucky stars and praise the hostage gods, because you hit the freaking jackpot. And if he wants to do dirty things to you? I highly recommend enthusiastic participation.

“…You want to ‘go make out’?” Davian’s voice was practically dripping with amusement. He shook his head with a slow smile, and I might have a slightly unhealthy obsession with his dreamy eyes and the way they crinkled at the corners, because I couldn’t stop staring. “What are we—in high school?”

It almost felt like we were. The night was young; we had music and friends and the dogs, and I’d had a few sips of hard cider—but that wasn’t what had me so giddy. No, no, it was the man I was currently perched on the lap of who was the reason for the butterflies swarming my stomach.

“Hey, don’t judge.” I scrunched my nose at him. “It’s a simple question. Do you wanna make out or not?”

The wicked glint that entered his gaze had to be illegal. “Sadie, I want to do a lot more than make out with you.”

My heart fluttered, and the horny demon’s interest was officially piqued. “Like what?”

The others were chatting around us, but Davian didn’t pay them any attention as he slid a hand up to the back of my neck. He pulled me forward until he could whisper in my ear, sending a tendril of heat through me. “I want to splay you out on a counter and taste you again. Want to feel you underneath me. But more than anything, I want to bury myself inside you.”

Oh.

That was… a lot more detail than I’d expected.

My thighs clenched, and I gulped. “You do?”

I couldfeelhis lips smirking against my ear. “And that’s just the start of a very long list of things I want to do to you.”

Well, that sounded like a list I’d have fun checking off.

Anticipation thrummed through my veins, and I wet my lips. “This feels like a good time to remind you I’m still not wearing any underwear.”

It was like I’d spoken the magic words.

Davian lifted me into the air and slung me over his shoulder—being very considerate to band an arm around the top of my thighs so I didn’t flash the whole party—in one smooth move. I squealed with laughter, and he strode through the sea of dogs—heading toward the back door without another word.

But I was facing the opposite direction, where a yard full of people watched us leave with raised brows. The dogs were oblivious.

“We’re grabbing more drinks,” I yelled to them, using the first excuse I could think of.

“Sure you are,” Ryan called back dryly. “Please spare us the details.”

Vince gave us a flat look. “There’s a cooler right here.”

He pointed to a giant open cooler fully stocked with beer, and I just laughed harder as blood rushed to my face.

My cheeks ached from smiling as Davian carried me over the threshold and slammed the door shut. He flipped the lock, pulled me down before pinning me against the door, and my legs instinctively circled his waist as fire rushed through my veins.

Then he was on me in a clash of lips and tongues and teeth. He helped me shimmy out of the jacket I’d borrowed from him, and my torn shirt came off next. He hiked my skirt up around my hips, and I had his belt undone within seconds.

My urgency to get his clothes off should’ve been alarming, but who was I kidding? I’d been ready for this since Davian had claimed me on that hostage call. Since even before then.

Until his hand ventured up to reach underneath the cup of my bra.

“Wait!” I warned him, barely remembering in time the sproutling that’d hitched a ride with me. “Careful with Walter Jr.”

Davian paused long enough to ground out, “Sadie, I’ve got more important things on my mind than that damn seed. You’ve got five seconds before I rip this bra off.”

Ohmy.

“Okay, okay,” I muttered, letting go of his pants to reach into the cup of my bra. But Walter Jr. was a slippery little sproutling, and he kept evading me. It didn’t help that the thorough attention Davian’s mouth was giving to my neck was highly distracting, and it took me a moment to even find the little bugger. “Almost there…”

There was something oddly arousing about having a man suck on your neck while you’re trying to dig a precious seed out of your bra. Maybe I’d discovered a new kink.

“Got him!” I cried, proudly holding Walter Jr. up just as Davian unhooked my bra. I slipped my arms out of the straps and grinned cheekily as my chest was exposed to the cool air. “Okay. Ready to be ravished.”

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