The delightfully wicked Felicity Brandon is here today with her new book Taunted, the Dark Necessities, Dalton’s Tale – book two.
Blurb:
She showed me the light when she came into my life.
And reminded me just how dark love can be.
I saved Delilah from Morley and Hyland.
It was a pleasure.
That should’ve been the end of it.
I didn’t expect things to get this intense.
I didn’t think our passion could grow so dark, but there isn’t anything I want more than to own her.
I need her soul to be mine.
But we have a new threat looming over us.
Hyland wants revenge and men like him will do anything.
We need to play this carefully.
Or else…
Disclaimer: Taunted is entirely a work of fiction. The author does not condone, nor endorse any of the acts in this book. In other words, it’s dark, sexy, and more than a litte kinky. Tough stuff but worth it.
Universal Buy link: mybook.to/Taunted
Excerpt:
“Delilah, can I be honest with you?”
Slowly, painfully, she forced her eyes to open. “Yes,” she breathed.
And in her heart, that was what Delilah wanted. Her whole life had been built on a foundation of shit—years of deceit and duplicity growing until it had become its own living, breathing foe. What she needed more than anything now was Dalton’s honesty—however brutal it was.
“I know the things that keep you awake at night.”
Her breath caught in her throat, and in that moment, the room seemed to empty of oxygen. Delilah couldn’t take another breath. All there was in the world were Dalton’s insistent blue gaze and his hot vibrating voice.
“I know the images that flutter behind your lids when they slide closed, the dark flashes you envision when you’re horny.”
“Dalton, please.” For all the stripping and fucking, Delilah had never been more exposed and vulnerable than this.
He leaned forward, brushing his lips over her cheek. “It’s okay, Delilah. It’s just like before—I won’t judge you—and do you know the most peculiar thing about it?”
She shook her head with wide eyes, trying not to think about those dark things Dalton referred to, but it was impossible. In that electrifying moment, those fantasies seemed more real than ever, and Delilah could picture herself collared and leashed with one of those awful tails jutting out from her backside. She panted as the image grew, the periphery widening to include the thing that terrified and compelled her in equal measure—the cage.
The cage had been coming to Delilah for weeks now. Every time she surrendered to Dalton’s will. Each time she stripped for him, gagged around him, or was spanked by him, in her mind’s eye she imagined him forcing her inside the metal construct and locking her in—leaving her there. She’d tried her best to dismiss the thought. Being disciplined was one thing, but being caged—what sort of a woman fantasized about that? Who could want that? Yet there was no getting away from it, and the desire persisted, burgeoning into something she needed to hang on to whenever pleasure loomed. Even by her own low standards, it was something Delilah couldn’t reconcile.
She shouldn’t want this. It was as simple as that.
“I’ve been having the same thoughts.”
His words were jagged, slicing through her shameful internal monologue.
“What?” Delilah was certain she hadn’t heard Dalton correctly.
“You did hear me.” His tone was soft and goading. “I’ve been thinking about those things, too.”
Delilah shook her head again, as though she wanted to clear it of the sordid thoughts altogether. “What have you been thinking about?”
Dalton leaned closer. Now only an inch or so separated them. “Doing those things to you. Buckling a collar around your pretty little neck and then pulling you around on my leash.”
Delilah was sure her heart stopped beating at that.
“Burying the butt plug of my choice into your delicious fucking backside and making you wear a tail for me.”
Oh God. The fortress she’d erected for all those years had been invaded, and Dalton was stampeding through it.
“You like that idea, don’t you, beautiful?” Dalton’s breath washed over, yet still Delilah couldn’t form the words to respond. “You like the idea of becoming my animal.”
“Fuck.” Had she just said that loud?
“You like the supplication of it, the humiliation of being made to behave that way?” Dalton continued. He seemed all the more powerful now—calmer than the man barking orders at her earlier, but every inch as demanding. “Don’t you?”
The question lingered in the air between them.
“Y-yes.” Somehow, she forced the word out.
Delilah was desperately trying to ignore the insistent throbbing of her clitoris, but its plea was getting hard to ignore. Especially when Dalton said those things.
“Yes, what?” His tone was clipped and she tensed at her own error.
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me.” Dalton pressed his temple against hers. “Tell me what you want, Delle.”
But I can’t! Her mental plea was immediate. I can’t do that!
“Tell. Me.”
She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. “I want those things, too.” Delilah swallowed, knowing already that those words would be insufficient. “I want to be collared and leashed, sir.”
Fuck, had she really just said that?
“And the cage, Delilah?”
She pulled away from him on reflex, her eyes wide.
“You want the cage, too, don’t you?”
A hot, mortified blush crawled over her face and Delilah wanted to scratch it away. Why was she so revealed to this man, her body responding to him as though he already owned it, and her mind, apparently, even more susceptible?
“Delilah.” Dalton’s tone was almost taunting. “Tell me you want it. Admit what you need and I promise, I’ll give everything you’ve ever wanted.”
Oh fuck. That was it. There was no going back now.
No way she could refuse him.
Not with those eyes, that voice, that promise…
Delilah exhaled, knowing that what came next would change everything. “Yes, sir.” She forced her gaze to meet his once more. “I want you to cage me.”
