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didn't ask f
her hand-the black velvet and crim
Room hadn
submission. The music was low, a heartbeat beneath the silence. Arielle's hee
nstantly. Some curious. So
ingers clenched the strap
she whispere
y knows yo
lelight and gold-tinted shadows. Submissives on displ
nter of it al
't recognize. Tall, broad, dressed in black with that same silent domi
older. Sharper. Like power itself had
st turne
he look
wn the second
across the room, a
strip her down with a glance-sliced thro
dn't
't m
sta
her knees al
-
submissive girl being led on a leash by a woman in red. P
stood be
ed over her-slow, c
pet," h
omach
yours," s
ws arched slig
-
ted to
d to
id, "What the h
away-bartender, Dominants, clients. The space c
rivate booth, dark
it
m n
aise his vo
t remembered how to
stiff and
de of the booth, watching her like a man i
. "Someone knows who you a
u care?" s
they want
-
een them. Thick.
d set down two glasses of whiskey. Lucien didn'
you didn't vanish well. You made mistak
don't get to pretend you're m
a role. But if I hadn't marked you as mine back
. "I was supposed
u w
-
orward now, voi
Come back to me. Thirty nights. My
f I sa
didn't rea
. Elena Cross doesn't exist. Your school. Your job. Y
mail me?" sh
rotect
ed, standing. "Yo
er legs were shaking.
ed away, the fear cu
he knew t
't safe o
ith L
re she'd surv
en's
as holding herself to
uld almost hear her nails digging into her palms. She alwa
e was still
beauty in restraint. Deep brown skin, smooth and soft like she'd been carved from dusk. Black
changed-slender and strong, like something built to bend but never bre
f, m
e
ent
ll... s
looked him in the ey
s she walked away, Lucien knew-that hate still tethered her to
of his untouched glass. He did
t, he cons
ned to The Velvet Room.
have left
through the
she would co
ew her up, spit her out, sell her off to the
let anyone to
" he murmured to the emp
up on your knees..
e, he wouldn
trip her down, yes. Bu
e chose
for nothi