Title: Taunted
by Felicity Brandon
Series: The Dark Necessities Prequel:
Dalton’s Tale– Book Two
Hash tags: #DarkRomance #Billionaire
#BDSM #Revenge
Tag Line: She showed me the light when she came into my life.
And
reminded me just how dark love can be.
Release
date: 19th January 2020
Universal Buy
link: mybook.to/Taunted
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TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/50475415-taunted
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…
Excerpt
Delilah shook her head. “What’s wrong, Jacob?” she
asked with a snigger. “Need more of the rough stuff? Is that how you get your
kicks now?”
He laughed darkly. “I’ll give you that one, darling.
Maybe I even deserved it, but one swift knee in my happy sacks ain’t gonna
change a thing, Delle, and you know it. Hyland still owns your arse and he will
come calling.”
“Hyland can’t touch me.” Delilah’s tone was imperious.
“Neither of you have any power over me anymore.”
Jacob raised his chin and even in the shadows, Delilah
could see his lecherous grin. “You think Dalton fucking Reilly is going to
protect you? That your blue-eyed boy will play the hero again?”
“You don’t know anything about it,” she told him. “And
you don’t need to know, but sending me on that last mission was the biggest
mistake of your miserable life, Morley.”
His head whipped in her direction at the sound of his
last name. In all the years they’d known one another, Delilah had rarely used
it that way, preferring Jacob, or Mr. Morley if she was in trouble.
“Fuck you, you little bitch.” There was real venom in
his voice, and it sent the energy crashing around Delilah again, but this time,
rather than fear, it only invoked that old desire for retribution. The urge to
see him fall. The need to be the one who pushed him over the cliff.
“Ain’t going to happen, Morley.” Delilah was enjoying
herself now. “You’re never going to have me.”
Jacob climbed slowly to his feet, the metal at his
body rattling with each precarious movement, but even as he loomed before her
again, Delilah felt no fear. There was nothing to fear from Jacob Morley
anymore. He was just a broken, beaten man in chains. A shadow from her past. A
ghost she would gladly leave in the darkness.
A nothing.
The knowledge emboldened her in a way she’d rarely
experienced.
It was liberating.
Delilah was free.
“You’re a whore and you always fucking will be.”
She grinned at him, wanting him to see her despite the
cover of the dark.
“A whore who’s smarter than you.”
He panted, yanking at the chains holding his body at a
distance. “And one day Hyland will come calling.”
“A whore who’s better looking than you, Morley.”
“And when I get these chains off, I’m going to make
sure I come for what’s owed to me.”
Her lips curled. Now that his words no longer inspired
fear, she felt nothing from the bastard. Only a dark sense of triumph as she
surveyed his misery. “A whore with a future.”
He snorted. “Your time will come, Bellamy, and when it
does, I’ll be there to rub salt into your wounds. I’ll be there to make sure
you feel it.”
Delilah took a step toward him. “Oh, I feel it,
Jacob.” Her tone was lower now, her excitement no doubt audible to him. “I feel
every fucking moment of it, and it’s good. The smell outside of this cell is
good.”
Jacob glared at her, his lips parting, but for some
reason, there were no words. No wise cracks. No insults left to hurl in her
direction. Maybe Delilah had heard them all over the years.
“The light outside of this darkness. The cool bubbles
of champagne against my tongue, the tender heat of someone who wants me. Care,
friendship, desire, love—I feel all those things now. That’s my future, Morley.
What about yours?”
Delilah didn’t hear the door open, but she was aware
of the increased light as it streamed in behind her.
“Delle.” Dalton’s voice was unwavering. “Are you
alright?”
Jacob’s attention shifted to Dalton immediately,
though Delilah didn’t turn. She didn’t want to take her eyes from the battered
face of the man who’d controlled and tormented her for so many years. She
wanted to take it all in—to remember every gory inch in detail—that was going
to be the image that lulled her to sleep tonight. Jacob’s impotent demise was
her new security blanket, and she had been right: seeing it for herself had
helped.
“I’m fine.” She hoped her voice would carry to Dalton,
even though she didn’t turn around to deliver the message.
She hoped he could hear the sentiment and know how
much she cared about him, how much she appreciated the reassurance Dalton had
brought into her life. And even though there was no logical way to know for
sure, Delilah sensed that he would. Dalton always seemed to know what she was
thinking. It was downright scary.
“Ah, look at that.” Jacob spat the words at her.
“Lover boy has come to save you again.”
Delilah smiled at Jacob’s growled reaction. “Yes, he
has,” she answered sweetly. “Dalton Reilly has saved me from a lifetime of
you.”
“You’ll never be free of me, Delle.” Jacob’s response
was immediate, and no doubt intended to be stinging, but as Dalton moved toward
her, his arms sliding around her waist, Jacob’s words only caused her smile to
grow.
“You’re dead to me now, Jacob.” Her tone was resolute.
“This is the last time you’ll ever see me.”
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