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  version of a skirt she wore, slits everywhere. The four-inch, high-heeled, thigh-high red leather boots could do some serious damage if she chose to kick someone’s ass.

  “What are you thinking about, darlin’?” His voice crooned in her ear as he slid an open palm against her clothed breast.

  Instantly her nipples hardened. The desire for him to strip her naked traveled all through her body, and warmness pooled everywhere.

  “Well?” His lips twitched. She wanted to suck them off his face.

  “I think I look like a hooker underneath this dress.” His lips touched hers. A deep, ravenous kiss followed the one that made her toes curl and other parts of her body heat several degrees.

  “You look beautiful, Mia. Sexy as hell. Now let’s take off this dress so I can get a better look at you.” As Jordan wished, he unzipped the dress, and she slid it from her body. When the material balled at her feet, she stepped from it and leaned against the railing. The elevator came to a halt, but they didn’t move. Instead, she looked into his light-gray colored gaze. “I want to look at you…now.”

  He stepped back, giving her a better view. And what a view it was.

  Seductively, Jordan removed his jacket, then took his time with the shirt, slowly rocking his hips from left to right as he unbuttoned and tossed it to the floor. Now he was shirtless, those succulent muscles radiant in the soft elevator lighting. Her gaze traveled down his chest then stopped. Pushed through his right nipple, a silver hoop dangled. How did she miss that when they’d dressed earlier this evening or when they’d made love each night since their reunion?

  His black pants stayed on his body. Thank God. She couldn’t imagine what he could’ve fit underneath them. They fit him like a glove, one she couldn’t wait to remove.

  He pinned her with a delicious look, one that temporarily incapacitated her, then slid his tongue across his lower lip, baring the 236

  three neatly placed silver spikes pressed into his tongue. “Do you like what you see, darlin’? I know I love what I see. Shall we join the party?” he asked, gesturing toward the opened door.

  Shit, when did you open the door? She’d been so busy ogling his body she didn’t even see him press the button. She hoped she looked as sexy as her husband did. Just the thought of those spikes on her flesh sent a flush through her body settling in her face.

  A low chuckle left Jordan’s throat. “You’re blushin’, Mia.” Yeah…what else is new. “You seem to do that to me on a regular basis.” She moved past him and out the door. “I’m sure I’ll be blushing a lot more before the night is over.”

  “I’m hoping so.” He slid past her, grabbing her hand into his.

  “Let’s make a bet? The next time you’ll blush so beautifully will be when I—”

  “When you want?” Mia yanked him to a stop.

  When he’d finally stopped laughing, he tilted his head, gazed into her eyes in a way that made her feel like he was looking into the depths of her soul. “When I hold you in my arms and strip you naked.

  Before I lovingly bleed you. That’s when, darlin’.” She was sure an incredulous look must’ve passed over her face.

  “I’m getting naked in front of the entire room?” A rock lodged in her throat, a little out of fear, mostly out of shock.

  “No. For my eyes only. Ever.”

  Relief washed over Mia. She was just getting used to the hooker outfit. Group nudity may have been pushing the envelope a little much tonight. Not to mention she was definitely pushing the boundaries with her God tonight.

  She’d calmed down a lot when it came to religion, especially since marrying, separating, and reuniting with Jordan. There were days when she and Jordan had been separated—she had thought they were divorced—when she’d wanted God to take her because it was too damned hard to live without him.

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  Reaching the end of the hall, they stopped at the doorway leading into the blood room.

  “Jordan?” Swamped with emotion, she reached out and touched his hip. “I love you so much. I always will.” The look on his face mirrored her feelings. “I know you do, darlin’. And I—I will always love you, woman, until I take my final breath. And if another life exists, I’ll love you in that realm just as much.”

  Their promise to one another was sealed with a kiss.

  Tonight, the Stiletto House bloodplay room was filled. Cindi, Tristan, Ridge, Lilley, Jamison, and his date flanked areas of the stainless-steel and black-leather room. The room was on the smaller side but filled from top to bottom with strange and unnatural-looking devices. During Mia and Jordan’s one voyeuristic episode, she didn’t concentrate on the room as much as the participants. Manacles hung from the walls, and blood stained a few sets. Ropes and chains were spread out on tables along the back wall, and a small alcove tucked into the back wall.

  Mia stood in the doorway and glanced down at her outfit, and then slid a hand over the soft leather replica of a skirt.

  Jordan bent down and kissed her cheek before he slid a hand against her back.

  “You look beautiful, darlin’.” His gaze slid down her body once more. “Are you ready to go inside?”

  This was it, the time she’d been anticipating for days. For months.

  “I’m ready, Jordan.” She whispered the words, hoping she sounded ready. Truth be told, her nerves remained heightened, yet her excitement and need to share this part of Jordan’s world overshadowed the fear.

  He pulled her against him, and his soft cotton pants caressed her black-stocking-clad thighs. It still surprised her he didn’t have on his leather pants. He was rather fond of them.

  “Let’s go.”

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  It didn’t take long for them to make it halfway through the room, even with Mia stopping to stare at the bodies donning black leather, chains, and more piercings than she cared to count.

  Reaching the small alcove in the back of the room, Jordan stopped. “Here we go. Our private paradise.” Mia scanned the area. A set of red satin scarves anchored from the ceiling and swayed against the black leather stool positioned in the center of the floor. A small tether whip lay in the middle of the stool.

  “No chains for me?” Her voice cracked. Damn. She tried her best to sound sexy. Instead she sounded like someone cut most of her vocal chords.

  A chuckle sounded. Jordan slid an arm around her waist and turned her toward him. “Not tonight, darlin’. I want to ease you into play gently.” Soft lips kissed her cheek. “Are you sure you’re fine with this…so soon after all that’s happened?” She knew he was talking about her kidnapping, the memories of Ennisbrooke keeping her bound and beaten in his dungeon. Perhaps the images of Ennisbrooke might surface tonight. But it was a chance she was willing to take. Since her wedding reception, the moment she’d walked in on Tristan and Cindi in this room, something inside her changed. A desire like none she’d ever known welled up and spilt through her like a tidal wave.

  “I’m positive that I want to experience this night with you, Jordan.

  Take me to the forbidden realm. Love me like you’ve never loved me before.”

  Heat so intense traveled through her veins. Her breath hitched as the warm sensation took control of her body. From the main room the stringent smell of alcohol, soft whimpers, and moans started to inundate the alcove. And another odor, metallic. Blood.

  “Your wish is my command…has always been my command.” When they reached the stool, Jordan picked it up and set it to the side. He cupped her elbows, guiding her toward the vacant area.

  “Give me your hands.”

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  As instructed, she offered her hands. He brought them to his lips, kissing them gently. He studied her as he laid one of her wrists on top of the other, then wrapped the silk scarves around both, making a tight knot. “Is it too tight?”

  “No.”

  He didn’t say another word, only moved behind her. The sounds from the rest of the guests were getting louder, an
d she tried to focus on Cindi’s voice. Cindi hadn’t been strung up when Jordan and Mia walked into the room. She wondered if she was now.

  A cranking noise from behind garnered her from the thoughts.

  Slowly, the scarf started to pull upward until both her wrists were in the air and she stood on tiptoes.

  That’s when the motor-like sound stopped.

  “Are you okay?” Jordan’s voice whispered from behind.

  Truth be told, she thought this would be the part that would resurrect flashbacks of her torture, but it didn’t. She wanted this.

  Wanted him.

  “I feel awesome.”

  He was in front of her now, holding the stool. His blond hair swayed against his shoulders.

  After placing the stool in front of her, he clipped the small tether crop into his silver-studded belt and took a seat. Wrapping both of his legs around her thighs, he pulled her close. As she closed her eyes, her feet left the floor.

  “Look at me, baby.” His lips touched hers. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

  She wanted to, even tried to pry them open. But they refused to budge. “I can’t.”

  A soft knock sounded near the opening to the alcove, and then a deep voice spoke. “Jordan, man, I hate to bother you, but a couple blood dolls just showed up. Said they’d been here before…with you.

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  They’d been here with you. Mia tried not to react. Easier said than done. She felt her body tense, and just as quickly, Jordan’s thighs tightened against her.

  “Where are they?” Jordan asked.

  “They’re outside the door,” the man said.

  Mia recognized the voice this time around. Ridge.

  “Send them to me.” Jordan slid his hand against Mia’s back.

  “Now.”

  “I’ll get them,” Ridge said as his voice trailed away.

  A few minutes later, Mia smelled the strong scent of perfume, and then a high-pitched voice said, “Sorry to bother you, Jordan, but you did say we should stop by anytime if we wanted to have some fun.” Another voice rang against the first. “We heard that you’re married now. At first, Sue and I couldn’t believe you were married. I mean the Jordan we know, married. But to each his own. Since you’re not available anymore, well, we were wondering if we could play with a few other coven members. I mean, you’re still off limits…right?”

  Before Mia’s eyes flung open, she growled nice and loud so she was sure they could hear her. “He’s off limits, ladies. Forever.” A sexy smile slid across Jordan’s face. “You heard my wife. I’m off limits. Go find Ridge and tell him I said to find you two partners for the evening.”

  The redhead giggled and the brunette gave Mia a glare before they both turned and walked away.

  “You’re the man of the hour.” Mia couldn’t help but comment.

  That drop-dead gorgeous smile stretched further across his face. “I do believe that’s the second time in our relationship that you’ve growled for me. Man of the hour, huh? Only for you.” He kissed her nose. “Are you ready to play with me, darlin’?”

  “I’m ready. I’ve always been ready and waiting for you.”

  “I love you, Mia.”

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  R.M. Sotera is a romance vixen stuck in the body of a prim-and-proper woman. A transplant to Las Vegas, by day she is a wife, mom, taxi driver, counselor, and psychologist to her wild and, at times, crazy friends. But when the family goes to bed and the house is dark, she seeks refuge in her office, where her deepest desires take hold.

  And…ultimately a story is born.

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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  PART I:

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  PART II:

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two