A love that neither of them could resist.
A secret that will burn down the whole city...
A secret that will burn down the whole city...
Excerpt:
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she quipped once
more. “Are you threatening me… again?”
He smiled at her, hoping she could sense how
hazardous her situation was at this moment. Dalton wasn’t usually the kind of
man who would force himself on anyone. He loved his kink, but he only practiced
it in consensual unions. Dalton wasn’t his brother— he had never taken anyone
without consent, and he never would. Connor and he shared many proclivities,
but his little brother had always had a darker edge than he. Delilah however,
was pushing all of his buttons; one after the other, as though she were waiting
for him—begging him—to respond with a show of dominance.
“I’m not threatening you,” Dalton assured her. “I’m
promising you. If you don’t curb your tone, and apologize to me right away, I’m
not only going to give you a lesson in bondage, but also one in respect.”
Delilah’s nostrils flared at the sound of his words.
“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” she replied in almost a snarl. “I don’t know who
you are, Dalton Reilly, but you can’t do a damn thing to me.”
Dalton took a deep breath, steadying himself.
“You’re wrong, Delilah,” he told her softly. “You came to me, looking for
answers, and then—in the sanctuary of my own office—you try and charge me. That
is not acceptable defences.”
“Says you,” she countered, dryly.
“Right.” Dalton confirmed. “It’s my rules, in my
office in the building I help run, but you knew all of that before you brought
your pretty little arse over here. Didn’t you, Delilah?”
She bit her lip, the color in her cheeks growing
stronger. “You think it’s pretty?”
Her tone was laced with sarcasm, and the sound
furled the tension in Dalton’s groin. He couldn’t wait to haul the
aforementioned arse straight over his lap and tan it with his palm.
“You know I do,” he murmured. “You’re a smart girl,
Delle. I know you can sense what’s happening between us.”
Delilah’s eyes sparkled as Dalton confirmed the
compliment. “Yet you’re still going to give me that lesson?”
What was that? She almost sounded
more hopeful than defiant.
“You’re damn right I am,” he replied, tugging her
body forward with the ropes at her wrists. “It’s about time you learned what
happens when you defy me.”
Dalton pulled harder, sending Delilah’s body
lurching toward him. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she stumbled, her
concern obvious, yet still there was only a barrage of abuse form her mouth.
“Get off me!” she barked. “You have no right to
manhandle me this way. I didn’t consent to this.”
He sighed. Technically, Delilah was correct—she
hadn’t signed up for a spanking, but that was just tough, because a spanking
was exactly what she was going to get. Dalton intended to leave her backside
stinging, so that every time she sat down for the rest of the day, Delilah
would think of him.
“You wanted to know more about BDSM, Delle.” She
landed against his lap, her bound hands grasping at his knees as her shocked
face rose to meet his statement. Dalton smiled. “And you asked for a practical
demonstration of my bondage skills. Now, you’re just going to get a little bit
more than you bargained for, that’s all.”
Dalton lifted her arms, taking Delilah’s weight as
he raised her back to her feet. The expression on her face was absolutely
priceless, and now both her mind and her lips were stunned into silence.
“Get over here,” he instructed, drawing the
bewildered redhead around to his right side by her bound wrists.
Delilah gasped, but her feet were moving, and a
moment later she stood trembling beside him.
“Can I assume you’ve never been spanked before?”
Dalton knew his tone was mocking, but somehow, he couldn’t help himself.
Exerting himself over Delilah like this was
absolutely exhilarating. Yes, he’d dominated plenty of women before and he’d
enjoyed virtually every encounter, but not like this. This was something
else—the energy in the room was palpable—and so far, he’d only bound Delilah
and threatened her with a spanking. Dalton’s mind was filled with
possibilities, his imagination considering each one as he tugged at the black
ropes again.
“Delilah?”
“No,” she rasped. “No, I haven’t.”
Her body was still, and dare he say, compliant, but
those sky-blue eyes were ablaze with indignation.
“Since you’re being punished for the way you
behaved, Delilah, I’d like you to call me sir, or Mr. Reilly, if you prefer.”
Fury sparkled in Delilah’s eyes. “Sir?” She
practically choked on the word. “No fucking way, Dalton.”
Dalton jerked her wrists forward. Not enough for
Delilah to lose balance, but enough to make her yelp in panic as she struggled
to stay on her feet. “Will you just do as you’re told?”
She turned to him, and now the venom in her gaze was
obvious. “Yes, Mr. Reilly,” she hissed.
Dalton sighed again. It seemed everything was going
to be a battle with Delilah, but that was okay. He was too damn excited at the
prospect of spanking her to much care, and anyway, hadn’t she ceded in the end,
giving him what he sought once he had pressed the point?
Their gazes locked, the intensity blazing between
them almost as powerfully as the blush burgeoning at her face. “I’d love to say
I’ll go easy on you, Delilah,” he told her. “But I’m not a liar.”
Delilah sucked the air in between her teeth. “Wait!”
she almost screeched. “You can’t do this. You can’t—”
He’d heard enough, and yanking hard, he sent Delilah
crashing down over his thighs. She crumpled over him unceremoniously, seemingly
temporarily stunned that he’d had the audacity to haul her down across his lap.
How the fuck? Her startled thoughts
curled Dalton’s lips, though of course, now Delilah couldn’t see the gesture. How dare he? How dare he do this?
Her feet kicked out against the plush carpet of his
office, her stiletto heels lost as she still screamed in protest. Dalton
steadied her, ensuring her bound arms were okay before his attention turned
back to her fabulous arse. He ran one palm down over the back of her pencil
skirt.
Delilah panted, twisting her head to look at him.
“You can’t do this!”
Her cheeks were flustered now, her eyes watery as
though she was on the brink of tears. Evidently, Delilah had not found herself
in this position before, and it was clear that was the one point she had told
the truth about.
“I am doing this, Delle,” he said soothingly. “And
things will go a lot smoother if you’d stop fighting.”
The tension in her muscles seemed to peak at his request,
and her legs came crashing back against the carpet again. “Fuck that!” The fury
was back in her voice as well. “I am not going to let you do this.”
Dalton shook his head. He didn’t know much about the
little firecracker across his lap, but he’d already garnered enough to
acknowledge nothing could ever be easy with her.
“Have it your way then.”
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Blurb:
I’m obsessed with a woman who’s
nothing but trouble.
She’s feisty and tempting.
And she doesn’t let anything come
in the way of her mission.
I’ve dealt with my fair share of
rule-breakers.
So, Delilah isn’t what I need.
But I can’t stop dreaming about
having her in my arms.
She might be hiding a secret.
A secret that could destroy me
and burn the city to the ground.
There’s only one question that
remains.
Is she worth the destruction that
she’s about to cause?
About the Author:
Felicity Brandon is a
top 100 Amazon bestselling author.
She loves the darker
side of romance, and writes sexy, suspenseful stories, with strong themes of
bondage and submission.
You’ll find her either
at her laptop, at the gym, or rocking out to her favourite music.
Find Felicity here:
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