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Branches from overgrown bushes clawed at my arms as I darted through winding alleyways. My lungs burned. My legs trembled. But I couldn't stop. They were behind me. I could hear them. I turned a corner blindly, rain blurring my vision. And crashed into something solid. The world tilted as I collided with a broad chest. Strong arms caught me before I could fall. I looked up, gasping for breath, and froze. A man. Tall, powerful, dressed in black despite the rain. Dark eyes that seemed to pierce right through me, sharp, unreadable, intense.

I leaned back against the smooth, cool marble edge while my hand slid between my legs almost immediately, fingers parting my swollen folds as I let out a shaky breath. I was still soaked, a humiliating mix of my own arousal and Richard’s pathetic load. I opened the hidden browser on my phone, the one I kept password-protected, and went straight to my favorite BDSM site. My fingers trembled with need as I typed in the search bar: “dominant muscular man ruins married woman.” The video loaded. It was exactly what I needed tonight.

I look at him, really look at him, and for the first time since I arrived at this estate, I see a possibility that isn't colored in shades of gray and black. His thumb strokes the sensitive skin of my inner wrist, sending waves of sensation rippling through me, I realize that softness can be just as dangerous as a knife. It can make you lower your guard. It can make you want things you have no business wanting. I turn my hand over beneath his, our palms pressing together. I squeeze his fingers, just once. Soren’s smile widens, a genuine, boyish expression that transforms his face. He stands up, pulling me gently to my feet. We are close now, closer than we should be, the scent of jasmine and

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Fifty Shades of Grey first (cliché, yes, but I needed an entry point), then The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice, Story of O, a slim volume called The New Topping Book just to balance it out, and two anthologies with titles like Bound Hearts and Surrender to Me. The stack felt heavy in my arms, like contraband. I carried them to the my corner and hid them under the table. I sat down, and opened the first book.

He didn’t even do that after we had slept together, yet right now he is. I don’t feel good. Slowly stepping down, I can’t balance, the room spinning and everything going black. Waking up, Jackson and Marcus are leaning over me. Oh great, just what I need! Me passing out and now they are more concerned. Why am I always such a damsel in distress?

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The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

CHAPTER TWO Two days passed in a haze of stolen glances and barely contained anticipation. Elise arrived for the next scheduled session on Wednesday evening with her usual leather satchel slung over her shoulder and her composure locked tightly in place. Inside, her blood hummed. She had replayed the library scene countless times: the taste of Daphne on her tongue, the way the girl’s thighs had trembled around her ears, the broken, reverent sound of her name when Daphne came.