Honey Trap (The Guild, #1)

by Tate James

Why was I so fucking fascinated by her? She was a habit I thought I’d kicked a year earlier when I’d flagged a do not assign between our files in the Guild database, but here I was. One fucking phone call from her, and my curiosity—my obsession—was back worse than ever. My best explanation was that she was simply too good to be true.

“Are you stalking me? Because I’d hate to have to put a bullet between those pretty eyes of yours.” Oof. Yes, I was stalking her a little bit. But she thought I had pretty eyes. I liked that observation way more than I should have.

“And how do you—” Okay, maybe I was being a bit of a fucking idiot there. Because there was only one other way to make it look believable, so it really shouldn’t have come as such a surprise when Leon grabbed me by the hair and crushed his lips to mine.

“There,” he said in a rough voice, “now it looks real.” Huh? Leon swiped his thumb over his lower lip, stained with my lipstick, then casually returned to his computer setup. “Good luck.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Leon muttered in my ear, reminding me he was still there listening to every word, every breath. Why did that knowledge just make my insides flutter and my pussy throb? Maybe Kai wasn’t the only psycho in the room, after all. “Get on your knees,” Kai ordered me in a rough voice. I swallowed hard, sniffing away my tears. “Go fuck yourself,

“Don’t move,” he snapped, his breath rough as he pushed the gun deeper.

“You stink. If you don’t shower willingly, then I’ll force you.” I sneered. “Oh gee, really? I wonder why that is?

His brows lifted slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched. “I see they didn’t erase that spark, so maybe they didn’t try hard enough.” I glared death, but internally grinned at the sass of his response. I liked a man who didn’t back down from a fight. “Fuck you,”

“You need to know, no matter how long it takes for you to forgive my actions, you’re mine.” His words vibrated with a power that made my skin prickle and my pulse race. “If I ever catch another man laying his hands on you, I’ll kill them without question. Are we clear?”

Kai gave a low chuckle, his grip shifting to hold both my wrists in one hand. “So fucking impatient, Danielle.” His other hand drifted down to cup one of my breasts, his fingers tugging on my nipple. “What if I wanted to take my time?”

Kai’s grip on my wrists pressed harder, and his free hand moved back to my throat. I loved it there. His right hand was my new favorite necklace.

His lips curved into a smile against my skin. “Good.” He sat up and reached for a pillow. “Lift your hips, beautiful.”