63. Hot for Hostage
hot for hostage
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Sadie
Sadie’s Guide to Hostage-Taking Being Taken Hostage Forming a Partnership with Your Hostage Embracing the Hostage Lifestyle Not Freaking Out Escaping Being 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 could feel his 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.”
Oh my .
“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.”
He didn’t waste any time capturing my lips in a kiss that burned all the way down to the tips of my toes. My legs tightened around his waist as the kisses trailed down my neck. All I could think about was I wanted him to touch me everywhere and never stop.
But I needed to find a safe place for Walter Jr. first.
Just as that thought materialized, Davian slid a hand up to cup my breast, his lips trailing back to that spot on my neck that made my eyes close, and poor Walter Jr. dropped from my grasp without a second thought.
“Um, be careful where you step,” I warned Davian distractedly as I arched into his touch. Growing bolder, I slid my hands down his front, freed him from his boxer briefs, and wrapped a hand around his hard length. That earned a groan from Davian that raised the baby hairs on my arms. The feel of him in my grasp—hard and ready—made heat pool low in my belly. “So, I know I mentioned making out, but I’m ready to get you inside me.”
Davian’s lips curved against my neck. “You’re the one with the gun, sweetheart. You make the demands.”
I froze with my fingers wrapped around him. He sounded way too proud of himself for that one.
My answering laugh—a delighted cackle that had no business happening during a make out sesh—was swallowed by Davian’s lips finding mine again. But once the giggles started, I couldn’t seem to stop them, and he pulled back to raise a brow at me.
“It can mess with a man’s self-esteem to hear a woman laugh when she’s handling his equipment,” he said dryly.
I only laughed harder and stroked my hand along his length with a wink. “You already know you have nothing to worry about.”
Davian’s lips twitched, and he nipped at my lower lip before capturing it in another hungry kiss—one that quickly deepened into something more as he nudged my thighs further apart.
But instead of meeting my demands with what I wanted most, Davian decided to torture me first. The tremble of anticipation when his hand disappeared under my skirt quickly morphed into electrifying pleasure as his fingers stole my ability to speak. He worked me until I was writhing and begging and the horny demon threatened to take over.
Only when I was on the brink of shattering into a million pieces did Davian’s tormenting finally let up.
Hiking me up against the door, he pushed into me just like he did everything else—with a surety that left me breathless. It wasn’t slow. Or gentle. Instead, he gripped my hips like he was branding them and thrust into me until I could feel every inch of him.
I loved it.
I gasped, grabbing his shoulders and adjusting to the sweet stretch. “ More .”
Davian let out a low chuckle. “Someone’s greedy.”
He wasn’t wrong. But the joke was on me, because I didn’t think I’d ever get enough of him.
Davian’s hips set a merciless pace that left me breathless and holding on for the ride. This wasn’t a lazy exploration like on his patio underneath the sunshine or the fun we’d had on his kitchen island.
This was hot and fast and made the door behind me rattle with his ferocity.
But I already knew I wanted to do it again. And again. And again.
Being pinned to a door didn’t allow me much movement, leaving me to claw my nails down Davian’s shirt-covered back and clutch his hair as I arched against him—earning a guttural growl I’d never heard him make before.
Davian was just as attentive as he was hungry. It was like everything he did was with my enjoyment in mind. The angle of his hips. The depth of each stroke. His hand slid between our bodies, and it wasn’t long before he pushed me over the edge with a touch that temporarily blinded me. A strangled cry left my throat, and he followed shortly after—pulling me flush against him as my heart threatened to beat out of my chest.
I belatedly realized I was completely naked except for my skirt, while Davian had barely pulled his pants down.
That didn’t feel fair at all.
But I couldn’t complain. The man had just made me see stars.
“Change of plans. Reschedule your training with Vince and anything else you have planned tomorrow,” was the first thing Davian said to me as we caught our breath. He dipped his head to press a kiss to my bare shoulder, and his voice dropped to a deliciously gruff tone. “Because when I get you in my bed, I’m taking my time with you.”
It took me a second to comprehend what he’d said. But when it sank in, a delightful shiver rolled down my spine.
“Bed?” I propped my head back against the door and tightened my legs around his lean waist. Davian’s breathing had returned to normal, while I still sounded like I’d just run a marathon. “Don’t forget, you still owe me dinner.”
His lips curved against my skin. “I’ll take you to all the dinners you want.”
I gave a pleased hum, happy for so many reasons.
Even wrapped up in each other’s arms, with him still inside me, I couldn’t resist clearing my throat to ask, “So… what’s next on your very long list?”
Davian stifled a surprised laugh against my shoulder, making me grin.
The horny demon and I could agree on one thing: We were both very much looking forward to tomorrow.